I was enjoying the feeling of the water in the shower as it was running down my body. I pushed my breasts up with my hands to allow the water to cascade over them. Although it was a good feeling, I couldn’t get my mind off my problems. My husband was seriously injured in an automobile accident and had recently died after being in the hospital for a couple of weeks.
My husband had been a good provider, but now I have a problem with enough money to pay the bills. I am making a little more than minimum wages at my job and that hardly pays the rent.
I stepped out of the shower to towel off, then walked nude to the master bedroom. I looked in the full length mirror to see my thirty year old body. I still have a nice figure with well shaped breasts, but a shapely body and good looks don’t always pay the bills. I didn’t know what I was going to do.
I glanced at the window to notice the drape wasn’t pulled all the way. I thought I saw a movement outside in the dark close to the window. Did I have a peeping tom?
I quickly slipped my nighty over my head and put on my robe. I decided to step out the back door to see if I could see anyone. As I walked out the back door, I turned on the outside light at the same time. Sure enough, a man was standing near the window.
Instantly, I recognized him as the divorced man living next door. His name was Greg. My husband and I had talked to him in the yard several times, but I had no familiar relationship with him. He and my husband did go fishing together one time.
I raised my voice, “What are you doing out here?”
“Oh, I was just taking a stroll around the yard before retiring”, he nervously said.
He walked over closer to me. “I went to the hospital to see your husband before he died. He told me to look after you in the event you needed help.”
We chatted a little about my husband while we stood facing each other.
I finally said, “It’s nice for you to look after me, but I don’t appreciate you looking in my bedroom window.”
He seemed very embarrassed, hesitated, then said, “You have such a beautiful body, I couldn’t help but look. When I was walking in my yard, I saw your bedroom light on and the drape slightly open. I couldn’t help myself to walk closer. Then when I saw you enter your bedroom completely nude, your beauty drew me to your window for a closer view. You are beautiful.”
I felt a slight flush as he complimented me.
He continued, “Your husband told me he was broke and didn’t know how you would live without a reasonable income. I could help you by contributing a hundred dollars if you would be nice to me.”
I let my mind briefly ponder on his words and realized he was trying to pay me for sex. How indecent! I scowled at him.
“Julie, don’t be mad at me, I’m just trying to help. I assume you haven’t had any sex for quite a while. It would be good for both of us.”
My anger and frustration began to calm down. I blurted out, “Do you think I am a whore?”
“No, Julie, I just want to help, but my finances are limited too. I wish I could afford to give you more.”
I thought about it. I did need the money. I had been faithful to my husband but I had several affairs before I was married. Was I on the verge of having illicit sex? I had never looked at Greg as a sex object, but now I could see he was a handsome guy.
“Well, I might consider it sometime”, I said as I looked away from him.
“What about right now? I can come in your house or you can come over to mine.”
This was going too fast for me to comprehend. A few minutes ago I noticed a peeping tom at my window, now I’m about to agree to have sex with him.
I thought about the one-hundred dollars, then said, “Come on in my house. I’m going to need a strong drink before we do anything.”
Greg followed me into the house. I fixed two very strong drinks and went into the living room. We sat facing each other while I nervously sipped my drink.
When our drinks were finished, we went into the bedroom where he undressed. As his shorts dropped to the floor, his very hard cock popped out. I knew I would soon have it buried in my pussy. I was beginning to look forward to it since I hadn’t had sex in quite a while. I turned out the light, but left the bedroom door open to allow some light to come in from the hall. I let my robe fall to the floor. He came to me, picked up the hem of my nighty and lifted it over my head. Then he kissed me.
We said nothing to each other as he walked with me to the bed and laid down in each others arms. His kisses were very sexy and I was ready for his cock. I let him make all the moves. He kissed my breasts, then moved on down to lick my pussy. I held on to his cock, but was not in a position to take it in my mouth. I realized my breath was becoming irregular as his tongue was doing wonders on my clit. I had the urge to take his cock in my mouth, so I took the initiative to move into a better position. I licked all around the head tasting his pre-cum, then took as much as I could in my mouth and throat causing his cock to jerk with joy. He made a couple of back and forth movements, then shot a load in my mouth. His cock was jerking with each spurt as I tried to consume all of it without choking.
Did I feel like a whore? I didn’t have an orgasm as yet and he had used me for his own good.
Then he said, “Sorry, I couldn’t wait, but I’ll be hard again soon.”
I continued to play with his cock and balls causing him to get hard again. This time he mounted me in the missionary position. I aimed his cock at my hole. I could feel his cock beginning to spread my pussy lips. Then he slowly eased it in letting his balls rest on my ass. He slowly fucked me for several minutes before I could feel an orgasm building up in my body. I was soon over the threshold with my body going though sexual spasms as his cock was pounding me. He groaned and I could feel his cock jerking in my pussy. I knew he was filling me with cum. We laid in this position for awhile to enjoy the afterglow. His cock soon became small and I couldn’t feel it anymore. I held some tissues to catch the cum as he pulled out.
When he rolled off and laid by my side, I asked, “Was that worth a hundred dollars?”
“Julie, it was worth a lot more than that. You are a very sexy girl. I’ll have to save up another hundred dollars and come back to see you again.” We both laughed at that.
“I’ll go home and get the money”, he said as he was dressing.
He soon returned to hand me five twenty dollar bills. I looked at it and said, “Thank you!”
He responded, “I’m the one to thank you for a wonderful evening.”
I went into the bedroom and laid the money on the night stand. I sat up in bed trying to think about what had happened so suddenly this evening. Now and then I cast my eyes on the money. That was an easy way to make a hundred bucks. What was I thinking? Would I want to make more easy money like this? I knew Greg couldn’t afford to visit me very often. A hundred dollars once a month would help, but that is far from the amount I need for living expenses.
A few days went by without seeing Greg. When it was time to pay the rent, I called the owner to come and talk to me. Maybe he would like to fuck me for the rent.
Mr. Grady was to come over to pick up the rent money. I had dressed as sexy as I could without making it too obvious. I decided not to wear panties. My summer shorts were brief and I looked in the mirror to see what he could see when he sat in a chair opposite of mine. I knew he could get a glimpse of my pubic hair, and if I spread my legs in a certain way, he could actually see part of my pussy lips.
When he came in, I noticed he looked me up and down. He sat in a chair while I sat opposite him on the couch. He asked about my husband and we continued to make small talk. When I uncrossed my legs and slowly spread them a little as we talked, I noticed he couldn’t keep from glancing at my crotch.
Mr. Grady was about fifty years of age, balding, and had what I considered a big beer belly. He was not a handsome man, but he was my landlord and I needed to pay the rent money.
“Mr. Grady, I have a little problem raising the rent money today. As you know my husband recently died. What could I do for you to work off the rent money?”
I stop talking to let him digest my words. I noticed he looked at my crotch and then looked up at me.
“Julie, I know what you could do for me, but I don’t know if I should mention it. You might slap me.”
“That’s alright, I won’t hit you for suggesting something. Do you find me attractive?”
“That’s an understatement. I’ve always thought you were attractive. But I didn’t think I could ever touch you. I can’t believe you are offering sex to me, or are you teasing me?”
“Mr. Grady, would you like to trade the rent payment for sex?”
“The rent is a lot of money. Would you settle for half the rent?”
I noticed he was grinning and was looking me up and down. I believe he wanted me in a very bad way. I moved my hand down to my shorts and moved the pant leg to one side letting him see my pussy.
He gleefully said, “Wow, you are hot. But the rent is a lot of money.”
“Alright, Mr. Grady, what if we had sex today and you could come back next week for one more time? Would you agree to that?”
“Wonderful. Consider the rent paid.”
Now that he agreed, I had to perform. “Mr. Grady, come on in the bedroom with me.”
He jumped up with his fat belly and followed me into the bedroom.
He said, “I’ve always wanted to see you naked. Now I’ve paid for the right to see you and fuck you.”
I said, “You can take off you clothes while I undress.”
