The Working Girl Part One - Sex Stories

The Working Girl Part One

... house, I fired up the stove and had a pot of Earl Grey going in a minute. Mom always kept the house well stocked with food and some fancy cookies and crackers made a nice touch. I poured our tea and prepared to listen. Listen I did, the man poured out his worries, hopes, dreams, and then some. He'd been on the edge for some time, and I was glad someone, anyone had been there before he'd gone over it. However, his failing marriage was an issue that I knew there was one way I'd love to help him, but that would be a huge can of worms to open. It opened anyway when I kissed him. He kissed back, and it got hot and heavy pretty quickly, with our staggering up the stairs to my room, and we'd gotten my blouse and bra off and his shirt with my shoes flying away before we got hold of ourselves. "Ah, this isn't going to be right." he said. "I....really would like to, but that would mean something that I don't need, and I'm pretty sure you're too classy to be 'the other woman'. The 'nanny who seduced the perfect dad', and other things like that." I thought for a minute and realized he was 100% right. I didn't want that, and just to get my rocks off with a hunky guy? "Yes, that wouldn't be good, but..." my mind was furiously working. "You're paying me to be a sounding board, right? I mean, we joked about it, but I've been that. There are women who listen to men's problems and make them feel better. I don't want, or need a relationship with you. I'm hot for you, yes, but you do have a ...

... wife and kids, and it'd be nice if you could get it worked out, especially for the kids's sake. If we keep it professional?" I left it hanging. He looked at me for a minute and thought. "You know, that's actually a pretty good idea. Keep it away from the house and kids, and no promises or gifts, no expectations other than you listening to my problems and if something else happens in that time, well, it's time I don't mind spending money for." "OK, if we're going to keep it professional, I honestly have no idea how much I should be getting." I said with a grin. "I've never made it a business." He laughed again, long and loud, and it was a sweet sound. "Well, one of my partners visits a woman in Bellevue and he pays her 800.00 for a night, so would 300.00 for our, ah, time spent be fair? Better than nearly a week's salary in a few hours? Oh yes, my girl, you may have found your calling. "That... sounds fair, so can we get back to the kissing?" We kissed passionately for 20 minutes and I could tell the orgasm wasn't what he needed, it was this, the passion, the gentleness, the caring. His mouth eventually found my dripping wet pussy and he tasted me with a happy sigh. He licked me thoroughly, going back to flick my clit from time to time, and I didn't last nearly as long as I'd hoped, I came with a scream and I had to have soaked the poor man's face, but he looked up at me with a smile after I'd cooled off. "Like that? There's more where that came from!" He kissed me all over, ...