I woke up horny as fuck thinking about how Paul had chosen me to be his girl yesterday. He already had a wife, but I was the girl he had picked to start a mutually beneficial relationship of sorts. The kind where I provided an exclusive service and he rewarded me generously. I was new at this arrangement, but not new at sex. As a young college girl, I was used to fooling around, but never thought anyone would pay to play.
Paul was scheduled to arrive at my apartment at 6:00pm that evening. I wanted to be sure I looked “the part”, whatever that meant. I didn’t normally dress seductively, but tonight I needed to embody a woman who exuded sexiness and confidence, but played up my youth. Paul liked that I was twenty years younger and had a naiveté that made him feel more in control. I therefore chose a floral pink dress, innocent enough, and hidden underneath was my favorite black lingerie. It was a see-through lace bodysuit that plumped up my already perky double-D breasts, and my panties were a thong that showed off my best assets. I hadn’t known him long, but I deeply desired Paul’s approval and wanted him to know I was worth it. I curled my golden-brown hair into soft waves that framed my face, my brown eyes sparkled with natural looking makeup, flushed cheeks with anticipation, and added a dab of red lipstick. I was ready to put on a show.
Paul asked to park his car out back so no one could see him. He valued privacy and I didn’t blame him. He was a well-known businessman in town apparently, although he wouldn’t tell me his last name just yet. His family owned several properties in the area and he didn’t want anyone questioning why he was visiting a young girl, who wasn’t his wife, late at night. His mystery intrigued me; I enjoyed this game of convincing him to trust me with his secrets.
A text lit up my phone:
I’m here, can I come inside?
It wouldn’t be the first time he’d ask to come inside that night.
I replied, Yes, I’ll come let you inside now.
I added a kissing face emoji and a winky face, not sure why, maybe just to set the mood? Maybe to act playful. I hardly knew what kind of games I was in for that night. Paul had promised our first time would be memorable, and he said it with a charming slick smile, almost toying with me, like it was a game. I wonder how he liked to play.
Paul dressed in a nice white button-down shirt and navy-blue dress pants. He had just come from work and wanted to “play” with me. That’s what he always called it. Not fucking, not sex, certainly not making love, but wanting to play together. Sounded innocent, but I knew he wanted to be rough with me. Little did I know it would leave marks.
“Can we take a shower together? I’m feeling like I need to clean up after work,” he already started peeling off his clothes while checking out my apartment.
“Oh sure, it’s right this way,” I lead him to the bathroom.
“This is pretty spacious, good for you,” he said almost condescendingly, but seemed proud of me.
"Oh, thanks, it’s expensive though…” I trailed off and looked down, shy all of a sudden.
“No wonder you need me, little girl.” He winked, knowing that what he offered me in exchange for “play time” would help me tremendously.
I smiled and started my performance, slowly stripped off my dress, letting it drop to the floor. It actually wasn’t that hard, I didn’t need to act interested or play a part, I was genuinely attracted to him. I didn’t realize until after a few months that I was indeed playing a part. Paul was good looking, intelligent, and successful. I couldn’t tell if his money made him more attractive or if it was his assertiveness. He dominated the room immediately.
His eyes traveled down every inch of my body, soaking it all in. His gaze made my panties wet. He grabbed my lingerie and slowly took it off, like undressing his little doll.
