Pretty Woman, A True Erotic Story, Part 1

A True Erotic Story

I was browsing local classifieds, my mind wandering through various listings, contemplating the possibilities. It had been a short while since I had indulged in any intimate encounters, and I was feeling quite horny. The allure of engaging with a stranger, something that was both transactional and simple, was undeniably enticing. Among the many ads, one caught my eye; she didn’t specifically advertise as a working girl, which added an air of mystery to her profile. Instead, she seemed to be a woman who was simply lonely, yearning for some company, and I found myself in a similar predicament. A sense of mutual need lingered in the air, but she was also asking for suggestions and rewards, which hinted at something more transactional. After exchanging a few messages back and forth, we decided to meet, and she arrived at my place around 8:30 PM. When she walked through the door, I was immediately struck by her presence. She was a tall woman, with an abundance of luscious brown hair cascading down her back, probably reaching all the way to her thighs. It was the first thing I noticed, and I found it incredibly sexy, adding to her allure. We greeted each other with a warm smile, and I offered her a drink as an ice breaker. She opted for juice over alcohol, which surprised me but also intrigued me.

As we settled into a comfortable space, we chatted for quite a while, sharing stories and laughter, at least before anything physical began to unfold between us. Initially, I couldn’t quite discern if she was genuinely interested in me or merely playing a role that she thought I wanted her to play. However, as our conversation progressed, I felt a real connection forming between us. She was not only beautiful but also very spiritual, exuding a confidence that was both refreshing and engaging. It was evident that she was fun to be around, and I found myself drawn to her energy. As we continued to talk, she began to express thoughts about the next time we would meet, and it felt as though we were both starting to forget the original reason why she was there. This shift in our interaction was a pleasant surprise; it felt natural and effortless, as if we were two people simply enjoying each other’s company rather than adhering to an expected script. The atmosphere was charged with an unspoken understanding, and I realized that this encounter had the potential to be much more than just a fleeting moment.

It was discussed prior that for $200 I could masturbate while she watched and finish on her tits, which were great tits by the way. Bigger than a good handful thats for sure, with darkish nipples as per her complexion. She was hot. I was feeling a little bad insigating our arrangement as we were getting along so well that I waited for her to start things off. We were chatting on my kingsize bed, when she moved in closer and started taking off my jeans. She wasn't shy. She was just as horny as I was, her body language telling me that much.

I started rubbing her first, outside of her jeans, breaking the arrangement but her moans soon gave the approval. I continued rubbing her pussy, moving from the outside of her jeans to inside her jeans where I could feel she was very wet, soaking her panties with juice. I was much harder now, and using my other hand started slowing wanking. lying along side each other, her big boobs on my chest but not exposed,she was watching, With interest and eagerness to make me cum. Unexpectedly she reached forward with her mouth open, like she wanted to take me in her mouth. But she stopped short, adhering to the arrangement instead and getting her tits out. These were amazing tits, full and natural and rather perky. Wanking vigoursly now I shuffled up the bed a little, readying myself to cum on those tits.I was still rubbing her pussy at this point, and with the sight of her tits I couldnt take much more and exploded all over them. Such an intense orgasm that dragged on longer than usual, cum still oozing out while my cock was still throbbing.I could see she was close also so kept rubbing her pussy with the same continous rhythem that had got her to this point. She was moaning loud, very vocal, very sexy. Within minutes, maybe 2 or 3, she was quivering and just about waking up the neighbours with pleasure. She was done, and we both laid there, wet, dripping, satisfied. For probably another 15 minutes before showering and getting dressed. We did see each other again, but only once more.