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I’m Jodi and I met my darling husband Scott, while we were in college. Scott was studying business finance and was an excellent student. His ability to think outside the box while making investment decisions, helped him land a dream job in a large firm, right out of school. Things were going fantastic; Scott’s career was taking off like a rocket, as he was very successful in helping clients choose the right investment for them, and soon was getting numerous referrals from client’s that were elated with his attentiveness and his abilities to secure their financial futures. His practice was growing and he was very successful, earning substantial fees and commissions. We wanted for nothing. We had our choice of the finest cars, a beautiful and spacious house, vacationing at all the hot spots, and eating at lavish restaurants. We had it all! Suddenly the economy bottomed out, and Scott’s firm started downsizing. Although his practice was building rapidly, he was simply too new and his practice simply was not equal to others with more experience. They needed to let him go. At first we were not concerned. Scott received a great severance package. We felt we would be just fine, as we had substantial funds to live off of and we believed Scott should have a job in no time. It wasn’t as easy as we thought. Scott kept getting rejections and our money was being depleted. Scott kept selling our investment portfolio and savings, to pay off the bills that were piling up. Things were so dire that it looked like we could soon lose the house that we so loved. Scott and I were constantly bickering over our financial issues. We hit rock bottom and neither of us knew what we could do to correct this situation. My friends knew things were tough, but they had no idea just how serious it had become. Trying to help, my girl friends planned a night out that included dinner in the city and then maybe hit a few clubs after dinner. They knew I needed this, and although I knew we couldn’t afford it, I just couldn’t bring myself to say no. Because they were all still financially secure, the plans were to dine at Pastels, an upscale restaurant. I chose a short dark maroon dress, with matching black strappy heels. The dress was styled as halter with the front plunged şişli escort below my navel, barely covered my breasts wearing it sans bra and showing off my tight abs. I wore a barely there black lacy thong. Strange, but that night I wanted to feel especially sexy, sensuous, and hell, even erotic. I also slipped my sexy, toned legs into a pair of sheer black thigh high stockings, with a pretty lace band at the top. The skirt to my dress was tight and emphasized my great ass and tight tummy. I felt delicious! As I made my way into town, I decided to stop for a drink at the Blackmore, a five star hotel a few blocks away from the restaurant. I walked into the cocktail lounge of the hotel and found it to be fairly empty, except for a couple, totally involved with each other, and a couple of men sitting at the bar. I took a seat at the bar and when the bartender approached me I ordered a dry martini. As I was sipping my drink, totally preoccupied with our financial mess. Soon the bartender approached me with another drink. I noticed my first was almost empty. He placed it on a coaster next to mine. Noticing my confusion, he simply smiled saying, “It’s from the gentleman on the other side of the bar.” I looked across to see a well dress man in his mid to late fifties. I smiled while raising my glass to to acknowledge his kind gesture. With that, he approached me and asked if he could join me. Not being pressed for time, I thought I would engage him in conversation. I discovered he was in town for four days on some business. I have to admit that when he took a seat next to me, that I ever so slyly raised the hem of my dress, showing the dark lacy band of me sexy stockings. Damn I love to flirt! His next words, however, just about knocked me to the floor, when he asked how much my company would be worth for the evening. I mean, what the hell? Show a little leg and suddenly the flirt is a whore? I gave him one hard and confused look when I sternly said,”EXCUSE ME?” A look of total embarrassment came over his face as he leaned into me, and inquired further,“You mean you’re not a prostitute?” I laughed and asked him, “What would make you think that?” He stuttered and fidgeted in his seat, “Aw… well, I thought since you were mecidiyeköy escort all alone, and… I mean… you are dressed so sexy… I mean… I don’ t know, I just thought you must be a working girl. I am so sorry for the misunderstanding.” When I didn’t bite his head off and giggled at the thought, he became a little more relaxed, as he laughed with me. Flattered, I inched the hem of my dress even higher. He placed his hand on my thigh and immediately I felt my hot cunt begin to slowly drool. What is this guy doing to me? I’ve always been the faithful, innocent little housewife. Actually, not so little standing 5’8” and with four inch heels … well, I always thought of myself as wholesome. As we continued to drink and talk, he told me his name was Leo. I couldn’t contain my curiosity any longer when I asked him, “So if I was actually a prostitute, how much would you be willing to pay me?” In the most flirtatious way possible he admitted that he was prepared to pay $700, to have dinner with “A beautiful woman like me.” Dinner would be followed by, what he promised would have been, a sexual adventure in his room afterward. I was shocked! I know I sat there with my mouth agape for several seconds. But then, pointing to the ring on his finger, I asked, “Wouldn’t it have been much simpler and far less expensive, to just go home and fuck your wife?” He said that actually was pretty frigid territory and further they haven’t been active in the bedroom for quite some time now. Even in more active sexual times, it was very vanilla. His wife even objected to oral; giving or receiving. She just found oral sex completely gross. As our conversation continued, my mind kept returning to the $700 he would pay for sex. The thought of having sex with a total stranger and with no strings attached, I found was actually arousing me. Was I losing my mind? Was this some subconscious desire or fantasy? After another drink I couldn’t resist any longer, and whispered in his ear, “I might not be a prostitute, but if you wanted to pay me that amount of money I would satisfy you in any way you wanted tonight.” Leo smiled at me telling me he would love to spend the evening with me.With that, being the perfect gentleman, Leo took my hand, guiding me to the restaurant in the hotel, with his gentle hand on the small of my back. I could tell already that I loved his little acts of concern and affection. I don’t know, but I just seemed to have this feeling of safety and protection with this man. He excused himself to use the restroom, affording me the chance to text my girlfriends to let them know that I was detained and would not be able to make dinner, but maybe I will meet them later at the club. Leo and I really had a scrumptious dinner. Our conversation was easy and comfortable, like we were on a real date, with no hint of our business arrangement. This was helped along with him making me feel so at ease as soon after ordering, Leo moved his hand below the table cloth and onto my leg. His hand moved ever so slowly on my inner thigh. Our conversation was very interesting, offering no hint of the activity happening below the table. I continually parted my nylon clad legs and his soft hand made movements back and forth, searching ever higher. He was very agile, as he dined with only one hand, and towards the end of the meal, he actually pushed my thong to the side and slide a finger into my steamy and needy cunt. As he signed for dinner under the watchful eye of our waiter, I had to mask my first release of the night. The sheer naughtiness of his ministrations to my womanhood in this public place was so arousing, that I actually flooded his hand with my gushing pussy nectar. As if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, Leo simply used his napkin to calmly dry his hand. I often wonder if the bus boy enjoyed my scent as he cleared the table later. Leo had a bottle of wine sent up to his room, which was on the table chilling by the time we arrived. He removed his suit coat and opened the bottle of wine. As he poured us a glass, I notice just how attractive this man actually was. He stood about six foot four and although in his mid to late fifties, still looked quite fit and handsome. I suddenly had to jolt myself back to reality, as I thought, oh my god, what am I doing? I cannot have feelings for this man! This is just business. Leo approached me and handed me my glass of wine. He then crossed the room and sat in the chair, instructing me to slowly undress; this was the first and only time all evening, that I truly felt like this was just business; the business of a whore! I slowly untied my halter top and simply let it fall, exposing my 36C boobs.
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