Jennifer was waiting for him again and her mind drifted off to how she had gotten into the sugar bowl…. Her friend Joan had told about the website and how coolheaded it was to have a sugar daddy…besides she laughed,"if you make ‘ em fucking you doggy, you don't even have to look at them"…She liked Bob…He was the one prospective kale dada who treated her like a person…Most of the others had been mildly insulting ... wanting to negotiate the terms and frequency of various sex number before they had even met. Bob invited her to java and then to lunch. Bob had been up front man about wanting to be a"Quaker with Benefits"…but as he said…"Friends number 1"…

He seemed genuinely interested in her and her life. While he always treated her like a lady….she found herself listing all the matter he had done to pee-pee her life story better…He was paying her tuition for the graduate school courses she was taking evenings in business…Jennifer had a four twelvemonth stage and a job as a alveolar consonant hygienist …but regretted her career pick that required her to put her helping hand in masses's mouths everyday…She could blab out to Bob about that and he had promised to assist her discovery another job when she graduated…Of row, the allowance he paid her ( which was now $ 1500 a month up from $ 1000 ) took a lot of the pressure off and allowed her to put a little money away for her girl's Education Department. Bob had also provided her with a car…it's in his figure but she has the use of it…and he pays the insurance and has provided a credit card that covers her gas…

Jennifer and Bob went out 2-3 metre a month…dinners at nice eatery only at first…but they now mixed in some more casual eve …Last month she just had him descend over for a cookout. Jennifer found she actually enjoyed his company. He was 62 and almost 35 years her senior…but he was she had found a genuinely Nice person…Of course, as he had pointed out more than once…she never would have given him a secondment smell if they had met any former way. The sugar bowl made their relationship possible.

Jennifer checked her watch and noted he was ten minutes late. She smiled as she noted, that she had done much to make his life better too…mostly in the sleeping accommodation. Their for the first time two get together had been chaste evenings …dinner at two of the finer eating place in town…Jen could see the lust in his eyes but soon realized he didn't really know how to even initiate the topic of sex…with a woman. He was a widower who lost his wife over a year ago…not really a player. After their second dinner and his awkwardness when he walked her to her car…she decided to take control. She called and invited him for coffee. While they shared coffee…she outlined the wide-eyed fabric of an"arrangement"…She acknowledged his Quaker first speech …and suggested it was clock time to get to the point…She outlined the things she needed a sugar daddy to take aim care of…a really modest list initially…and noted that there really was zilch she wouldn't do in the bedroom for a man who provided those things…It was obvious he really didn't know what to say…so she took him by the hand and walked him out to his car….and put him in his own back seat…pulled his pants down and blew him right there…She swallowed his consignment and smiled saying, .."You know what you need to do Bob if you want this to happen again."

Bob had gotten the message…but he still didn't really have it off how to palm her…He set up their next get together at a local hotel…and conducted what felt like a closure presenting the John Cash and matter she's asked for…plus the car and credit card…on the desk in the room…then he looked at her longingly…Jen was still in her dental hygienist uniform…the timing had not allowed her to go dwelling house and change…She smiled at him and excused herself and went to the bathroom…She emerged wearing only the same blackguard she had worn all day and a necklace…

Bob had been seated in the one chair in the room…and Jen came over and sat in his lap….He had a face of childlike wonder on his face …as she leaned in and whispered in his ear…"Do with me as you will good sir"…and then he did. He lifted her up with a metier that surprised her and had kissed her deeply. She could smell his cologne and feel the importunity of his motive. He stepped out of his clothes and exposed a serious erection…While his lust for her was obvious…she was impressed with his regard to her pauperization …First fondling her breasts and mammilla then slowly moving down to her pussy…He took his time and exhibited skills with his digit and tongue that pleasantly surprised her… twice…She started a steady stream of slutty dialog that she continued only after seeing the effect it had on him…She maneuvered around and took him in her mouth. While he writhed in pleasure…He pulled himself out of her mouth and stopped her saying only"please, I need to be inside you"She rolled over and fan out her legs for him…and caught a glimpse of that little boy face again…In a flash it was gone and he was plunged mystifying inside her…They started in mish and then rolled over to doggy. Finally, he asked if she would consider the top…and she did…all thye while telling him he wanted his cum…She found a rhythm and rocked her hips in such a way that she felt her orgasm building and when she came …she came hard and lost her breath…He came almost immediately thereafter…and she smiled when she realized he had waited for her…

She checked her watch again and he was now 20 minutes late and this wasn't like him…particularly since this was the night she had agreed he could bring his handcuffs…