The Lady Is A Tramp - Sex Stories

The Lady Is A Tramp

... walking down the imaginary stone path I would create. As I talked and told her how I would lay everything out, she suddenly took my arm. "Everything sounds so beautiful, Alan. I can't wait to see it finished!" she said. Her voice had a different sound to it and with her pressed up against me as we walked, I turned to her. "Claudia?" I asked, wondering what was happening. She turned to face me. "Alan, you don't know what my life is like. You see a rich woman living a life of luxury and affluence... a life apparently free from worry and care. But really the truth is far different. Yes, I have all the money I could possibly want and I have people at my beck and call. But money truly isn't everything. This house, for all its elegance and grandeur, is a very lonely place for a woman who needs someone to love her," she said, her voice quivering as she spoke. "What about your husband? I know he is away a lot but what about when he is home?" I asked. "Donald and I haven't been close for a long time. He has his work and his life with his friends. Even on the rare occasions he is here to get his clothes washed and repack his suitcases, we aren't really together. We haven't been intimate in years," she confessed. "You mean you haven't...?" I said shocked. "No, I didn't say that. I just haven't with him. Alan, I am a very passionate woman and I have certain needs that have to be fulfilled. Unfortunately my husband doesn't understand or appreciate that fact. So I have had to look ...

... elsewhere for my fulfillment," she said. "Well, Claudia, I am so sorry to hear this... but what does it have to do with me?" I asked. "Alan, I'm not going to lie to you. I find you extremely attractive - I have since we first met. That's part of why you got the job. I told you that money is no object, I found you attractive, you said you could do the job, so you got it," she said. Now the handholding thing made sense! I looked at Claudia Wentworth in a different light at that moment. Not as some wealthy woman interested in making her spectacular home even more so. Not as a spoiled woman with more money than she knew what to do with. But as a woman so trapped by the life she found herself in that she was miserable. Trapped by the very thing most of us would give our eye teeth to have more of. Claudia Wentworth was literally drowning in her own money. Then I did something so outrageous that to this day I still can't believe I had the nerve. I took Claudia, my client, into my arms, lifted her tear-streaked face to mine, and kissed her. Not just a small peck on the cheek kiss either - I kissed her long and deep and intimately. Claudia melted in my arms as I drew her in closer. I tasted her sweet lips as I crushed my mouth to hers, and I heard the soft moan of desire as it escaped her mouth, only to be captured in mine. She put her arms around my neck and clung tightly to me, unwilling to let me go. And truth be told I wasn't sure I wanted to be let go. This warm, sensuous, beautiful ...