3: Sweet Revenge
So far my theories about money and sex had proven correct. Everyone had a price. I was getting more quality pussy than I had ever had in my life. I decided it was time to put my theories about money and sex to the ultimate test with a married woman. All I had to do was find a juicy target.
One afternoon I saw the wife of my English Professor sitting in his office. Professor Radcliff thought he was god's gift to the literary world. He hated me personally because of my smart-ass attitude and for skipping classes. His wife was a beautiful brunette with nice tits and a great ass. She looked to be in her early thirties, at least fifteen years younger than the professor.
I had my target. The revenge aspect of this conquest was going to make it particularly satisfying. I was sure that there was a way to use my newfound wealth to find a way into her panties.
I followed her to the mall. She was driving a used Chevy. I watched her window-shop in a few exclusive stores and even try on some expensive blouses and an evening dress. She finally ended up in a budget shoe store where she bought a pair that looked expensive.
The Professor obviously couldn't afford the finer things in life on his salary. His wife, on the other hand, was a consumer of the finer things. I had my bait. When she came out I accidentally "bumped" into her.
"Excuse me. I'm so sorry."
"That's okay. I'm fine thank you."
She had a beautiful smile and big brown eyes. I stared at her long and hard like I was searching for something.
"I know you, don't I? You're Mrs. Radcliff. Professor Radcliff's wife."
She acknowledged who she was but was struggling to place me. I helped her out of her predicament.
"Oh. I'm Parker Bowman. We met at the President's reception last fall. You wouldn't remember me, but I never forget a pretty face. My father made a large donation to help build a new Library and has turned the project over to me."
"Of course. Please call me Jessica."
I knew that a Bowman family was building the library. I talked her into a cup of coffee. She admitted that she liked to shop for things she couldn't afford. I told her my family had too much money and insisted on buying her a nice dress. She tried to say no but I stuffed $300 into her purse.
"Mrs. Radcliffā¦ Jessicaā¦ you can give it to charity or buy a nice dress. I certainly don't need it. I've enjoyed our conversation and hope to see you soon."
I watched her go back to the first store and buy the evening dress she had been eyeing. She had taken the bait. All I needed was to set the hook and reel her in.
I made a habit to "run into her" at a nearby coffee shop she frequented. Our meetings became a daily routine. Occasionally I would bring gifts like jewelry and handbags. At first she felt guilty about accepting them but I insisted. She never left them behind.
I stopped showing up at the coffee shop for a few days but watched from across the street. She never missed a day and stayed longer than usual waiting for me. When I finally showed several days later, a huge smile spread across her face.
"I was out of town for a few days on family business. I'd be lying to say I didn't miss our morning coffee clutches, but I have a better idea. I'd like to take you shopping. Come onā¦ humor me. I'll even let you drive the Porsche."
She had always been impressed with the Porsche and occasionally I had given her a ride somewhere. I could see the excitement in her eyes when I told her she could drive. She started to object, but I handed her the keys and walked out the door. She followed.
She enjoyed trying on expensive clothes almost as much as she did buying them. I acted as her audience when she came out to model the various outfits. Occasionally I would pick out a sexy outfit and she would strut around swaying her hips and ass in a sexual manner.
We walked by Victoria's Secrets. I insisted she buy some sexy undergarments to go with her outfits. She bought a nightie, several pair of thongs and some flimsy low-cut bras. She showed them to me with a wicked grin on her face.
"Wow, Jessica, you can't imagine the naughty images going through my mind of how sexy you would look wearing these."
I could see she was frowning but she didn't say anything.
"Look, I can fantasize can't I? You are very beautiful. But I have a better proposition. Why don't we go back to my suite for lunch?"
She smiled and agreed to lunch. I had champagne put on ice and kept her glass filled as we dined on oysters, caviar and lobster. After lunch I put on some music and spread out the items from Victoria's Secrets on the coffee table. I picked up a skimpy red silk nightie with thong underpants that snapped in the crotch.
"Just one outfit? Don't I deserve just one? I'll buy you a new pair of shoes. Come on Jessica. I'm just going to look. I'll buy you two pair of shoes."
Between the champagne and the shoes, Jessica finally relented. She grabbed the nightie and panties and disappeared into the bathroom. My jaw dropped when she came out.
The hem was cut just below her pussy. The silk hugged her full hips and ample breasts. Her dark areolas could be seen through the thin material. Two erect nipples poked out. The long dark hair fell down over her shoulders.
Jessica turned around so I could barely see the cheeks of her naked ass just below the hem of the silk nightie. She turned back to me only a few feet away. I sensed she was getting aroused as my eyes scanned her body.
"You are the most sensuous woman I have ever seen. I don't suppose you would be willing to model these? I'll buy you a new evening gown."
I held up a skimpy red thong and a matching bra. Jessica hesitated a second, then grabbed them from my hand and disappeared back into the bathroom. The thong barely covered her pussy. Her hard nipples were visible through the bra. I looked into her eyes and saw a mixture of fear and excitement.
"Turn around," I ordered.
