What Money Can't Buy

Date: 02.02.2010

Keywords: Buy, What, Money, Can't,

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Would I be disappointed in the long run though? Was she only horny at the moment and me being the only one around, the best pick to take care of her needs, physical needs? I tried to suppress my thinking and to concentrate on the fucking. The pressure was building up. I came filling her with cum, hot steaming cum. Now was the moment. What would happen after this? I rolled down beside her and started to fondle with her clit. Her entire cunt was like a jelly-jar. There were both here juices and my semen. I massaged her clit in the best way I knew. She looked very pleased. She came. Now, really was the time. What would she say?

"That was fantastic. I need something to drink. Want something?" was all she said.

She got up, and I followed her to the kitchen. We both chose beer. We drank it from glasses, standing there in the kitchen. I was still fully erect. Amy took my pole in her hand and made a few massaging strokes along the shaft.

"I love this one," she declared. She emptied her glass, and went down on her knees. She gave me a blowjob, the best I could remember. I exploded into her lovely mouth. She swallowed.

"As Cindy is coming to fetch you from home in the morning, I suppose you have to leave. Before that I would like you to eat me," she informed me.

We went to her bedroom; she spread herself out on her bed. I took a good position kneeling on the floor and started to eat her, lick her and suck on her. She came with a silent growl.

"While you are getting on your clothes, I'll get you a taxi," she said.

"The next time we meet, you are the boss. When can you make it?" she asked without any hesitations.

"I can make it tonight," I promised as the cab arrived. We kissed and I left.

At home in bed I had difficulties with falling to sleep. Finally I slept.

In the morning Cindy came to fetch me. She had had breakfast at the Browns but she joined for a cup of coffee.

"How did you like the evening?" she asked.

"It was great. I liked the Browns very much. I'm actually very glad for you and Harry. Let's hope that everything goes well for you," I said.

"You seemed to like Amy a lot. She is nice, isn't she?"

"Yes, and old enough to me your sister," I said without enthusiasm. "They are all very nice," I added.

"Actually Amy seemed to be quite fond of you as well," Cindy teased.

"She is just the type of woman I would prefer, but alas, she is to young."

"Don't say that. Now a day 20 years isn't too much. It's more a matter of psychology. If you have the same views on life, the same values, equal interests everything else is in order, then some difference in age doesn't matter too much."

"Hey, I'm 51 and she cant be much more than 25, that's a difference of 26 years."

"No, she is 31, but well preserved. She doesn't look childish though," Amy said as if trying to give me hope.

"Well, that sounds much better, but 20 years is quite a lot."

"I wouldn't bother about that. Shall we leave? Time is running," she ended the intriguing discussion.

I dropped her off at the university and went to my office. I didn't have any appointments that day and the staff was working hard on their projects. I looked up the phone number of Jacks law firm. I wrote it down. It was 10 am. What should I do? My hands were sweating. I stared at the phone number. I tried to have a look at my most urgent projects. They didn't seem urgent at all, as they weren't. I just couldn't concentrate. At 11 am. I called the John Brown's Attorneys at Law. I asked the switchboard for Amy Brown. I was connected.

"Hello, Amy. This is Charles. How are you this morning?" I started.

"Naughty you, you kept me waiting," Amy answered with a soft giggle.

"Well," I said not knowing how to proceed.

"I hope you aren't upset about last night," Amy helped.

"It was a fantastic night. First with your family and then with you, but I feel quite intrigued, I must confess."

"Don't, it was a fabulous night. Are you sticking to your promise to see me tonight?"

"I sure am. You aren't free for lunch, are you?" I wagered.

"Yes, I'm free. Which place did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Isn't Anthony's, there close to you, a good place?"

"Yes, if you can afford it," she said with a wonderful laugh.

"See you there at 12 then, is it OK?"

"Perfect, see you then, bye," she said and put down her receiver.

I asked my secretary to order a table for two and to have our errand boy Bill to drive me there. He loved to drive my Mercedes.

I stood up at the table as she arrived a few minutes past 12. She was clad in a very neat costume, dark purple with stripes. She looked adorable.

She offered me one of her cheeks, but as I was about to kiss it she turned her head and took the kiss on her lips. I think I blushed, I hope I didn't.

We had a wonderful pasta dish with some white wine.

"You have been contemplating about our ages, I presume," she asked.

"As a matter of fact, I have," I replied. "I just heard from Cindy that you are 31. I thought yesterday that you are even younger."

"No, that's right. I'm a mature woman," she said followed by her lovely giggle.

"That you are mature I realized last evening, that you are mature in another way I realized last night," I explained.

"I have many friends, mainly girl friends. My perhaps two best friends are married to guys more than 20 years older than themselves. They are the happiest couples I know in addition to my parents. So, not trying to propose, I have a very good picture of what a relationship with a mature man can be. Still I hope that it could be even better than the picture I have. You made quite an impression on me last night, both during the evening and in the night. I felt very happy."

Reminded about last night, I was fully erect by now.

"I'm very glad, that you think that way," I said.

Coffee was served and Amy moved a bit closer to me in the sofa.

She brought her hand on my lap under the table, feeling my hard on she nodded. She took my hand and brought it to her crotch, then pulling up her skirt. My fingers reached for her cunt. She didn't have any lingerie's on. Her pussy was wet. I fondled her clit. She took hold of my almost bursting cock.

"I removed my briefs before I came here. Usually I have some," Amy explained.

"I got erect as I so you, usually it's hanging down," I replied. We both laughed.

We fondled for a while, checking the other tables that no one was observing our game. We were soon both close to coming.

"Do you have to go back to your office this afternoon?" I asked.

"Yes, I have a client coming in at 2. I should be free around 4."

I let go Amy's cunt and took out my Nokia.

"Give me your mobile number. I don't know about Cindy's program this evening.

It's either your place or mine. I will pick you up after work. OK?" I asked.

We exchanged numbers.

"I'll let you know when I'm free," Amy said.

I paid the bill, and then we left the place. I had problems with my erection. It was protruding quite forcibly in my pants. We kissed briefly and she left. I decided to walk back to my office. The two miles walk made me good. As I reached the office, my erection was gone. My secretary, Sue, gave me a curious glimpse. She couldn't know, could she?

I phoned Cindy. She didn't answer. She had her Nokia on silent during lectures.

Twenty minutes later she called.

"Hi, Dad, you called?" she said.

"Yes, love, wanted to know about your program this evening."

"We'll meet with Harry. Don't know where yet. What's up?"

"I'll see a friend tonight. Would like to have it in private, so I will either go out or be at home, it depends on you guys," I explained.

"Sounds interesting. You can be at home. We'll go to Harry's place," she helped.

"Want to tell me something?" she added.

"Not at the moment. I'll explain later," I decided.

"OK, Dad, have a nice evening."

"You too, give my regards."

I was waiting for the call. I was thinking about what the future would bring. I thought about Cindy moving out. I thought about the large house becoming almost empty. Or, was there a chance that it wouldn't become empty after all? It was too early to tell. - I was waiting for the call.

My phone rang. It was a client, Ron, who placed an order based on a quotation I had given him one week ago. He wanted me to draw him a house. I thanked him, but I wasn't too excited about it. I was waiting for THE call.

My mobile rang.

"I'm ready love," she said. It was Amy!

"OK, if I pick you up in 15 minutes?" I asked.

"That's fine, see you, bye," she said. The phone went dead.

"I'm off for the day," I told Sue as I passed her desk. "Have a nice week-end."

"You too, Charles," she said and handed me my car keys.

I took the elevator down to the garage, jumped into the car and drew off.

Amy was waiting at the curb outside her office. She jumped in.

"Nice car. Where are we going, boss?" she began with a laugh.

"How about my place this time?" I suggested.

"Sounds fine," she said.

"How about food? I don't have a maid. Should get one though. Shall we be self-sufficient or shall we go out?"

"You are the boss tonight. You decide."

"Then, shall we order a pizza? They'll deliver within half an hour."

"That's fine with me."

We arrived at home. I asked her what kind of pizza she preferred and then ordered accordingly. Meanwhile Amy was strolling around in the house. She didn't go upstairs.

"Nice place you have here. You seem to have a good taste when it comes to living."

She came over to me and we kissed. It was nice to feel her breast against my chest. I was immediately aroused.

"Let's eat out-doors," I suggested. We took what was needed and laid the table on the terrace. Amy started to strip. Soon she had only her bikinis on. The pizza arrived. I paid off the delivery and returned to the terrace. I too stripped down to my trunks and shirt. Then we ate. My cock was protruding in my trunks. She looked down at my lap and giggled.
Mya is a tiny girl, I'm five foot seven and she barely reaches my chin, but it isn't just that she's short, her whole body is tiny.