Sugar Daddy for an XH Nymph - Sex Stories

Sugar Daddy for an XH Nymph

I have long wanted to meet a sexy young woman from Xhamster for some fun. The girl in the picture is not the one, but... I love the look and sets the tone!! Anyway, I had a dream that she finally agreed to meet and this story attempts to convey what not only the dreams was, but what I hope to some day share with.... her. Maybe it is you! What would you say to this kind of meeting? Guys, does this sound better than going to an auction on a Saturday morning? Gals, would you .... you know!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had told Lesli that I would do anything to get to spend that Saturday with her. I just wanted to meet her, hear her voice and … well… honestly… see if I could get her into bed! She is 30 years younger than I am, smart, attractively petite and has a very dirty mind that very few would ever guess from her wide eyed innocent face. The problem was she had resisted everything I had ever done to try to get her to meet with me. “Anything?” she wrote back to me and all too quickly I had said yes. That was why I was at a shopping mall at 10:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning over 100 miles away from my home. She had told me to meet her in the food court and so that was where I headed after checking out the map of the mall at a kiosk. I was certain she was not among those in the area when I walked in since there were 2 tables of senior citizens drinking coffee and a couple of families having quick breakfasts in the near empty court. Then my phone buzzed. “Are you wearing the khaki pants and ...

... red button down shirt standing in front of the Chinese food shop?” I replied yes and then there was nothing. About a minute later, I saw her! I finally laid eyes on her! She was short and very slim! Straight blonde/brown hair, heart shaped face with a nervous look drawing it tight. Her makeup was perfect and she looked like a dream come true. Her long legs came out of strappy black low shoes and rose up before disappearing beneath a black skirt. She wore a starched white button down blouse and a red blazer over it. She looked very professional and very stunning and I felt very underdressed as she walked toward me while playing on her phone. She stopped about three feet from me and asked in a quiet voice, pitched much lower than I had expected, “Bryan?” I smiled and told her yes. I took a step toward her and she put out a hand and so I stopped and shook it. “Can you step over here for a second? I want to get a picture of us to remember this by.” She said. I agreed and within a few seconds I had her pulled up (stiffly) to my side, an arm around her and smiling as she took a selfie of the two of us. Then she ignored me for another minute before looking up and saying. “I just sent that picture and another one of you with the geo-locator on it to my email and a couple of other places along with time and our names. You know, just in case.” I stood there stunned. Finally I said, “Look Lesli, if you are that afraid of me and that scared…. I tell you what, thanks for meeting me, I’m ...