My Client Crushed on Me

I used to deal. Hugs. Believe what you will.

Anyway. You can’t just walk around offering hugs. You had to be ultra discreet. I got it down to a science.

Clients started lining up, week after week.

My favorite was a very thin bodied, tiny breasted woman and her biker boyfriend. He always tried acting tough around me. I never cared.

His girlfriend. Second time she came to see me, she was alone. Wow. I thought I felt tension but I didn’t think I’d be alone with her this soon.

She came wearing a fuzzy pink turtleneck. Fuck. I’m such a sucker for this girl. She looks so good. Has curls from her shower hair being still damp. We do our business. She keeps the conversation going. I tell her if she stays around, I’m going to start having thoughts I shouldn’t. She coyly asks if she should leave.

I say no. You should kiss me.

I’m pretty sure lips are a fetish of mine.

Hers are just so different. Tiny mouth, slightly oversized lips. She knew how to flirt with her tongue. She was coming up on 40 but she had this teenage charm.

Fuck. I liked her. Never got to love her. But I do miss tongue fucking with her.

I let her go. With just a few kisses. She starts sending me the most homely, sexy pictures. Opening up about herself. I’m that guy who will absorb everything a girl I like tells me.

I meet with them as a couple a few times.

Honestly a little jealous, but she has a life and I want her to be taken care of.

She starts texting me about hanging out. Not something I do with even my coolest or sexiest clients. Can’t stay rigid forever though.

I take her to a park with a spraying fountain in the middle of a pond. We walk around, intimately. I can tell she will do anything for me. She wants me to want her. And I do. And I tell her that.

She tells me her boyfriend is a loser who will never keep his head straight. I know this to be true also. We pause the serous. Enjoy each other’s company.

We go back to the car. She gets on her knees in my Cadi suv passenger seat, playfully rubbing on me and being girly. She goes for my shorts and pulls my 8” out and starts taking me in with this mouth of hers that I love so much.

This isn’t even sexual pleasure. I’m crushing so hard on this girl and she trusts me enough to go for it. Blowjobs never do this to me. I’m just sitting there thinking how much I want to provide for her. How much she wants me to love her. We don’t have sex yet. I stop her and just want to be with her. And she does too.

A few more couple visits go by. I think he knows but I don’t know and he treats her badly anyway, so I stay business friendly with him.

I tell her how much I want to fuck her, but even more, make love to her. She almost cries because she never feels secure or loved. I only ever budgeted for myself, but I decide I’m at a turning point where I need to prepare to possibly take care of her soon.

We hang out again. At a lake. Campsite people all around. We go swimming a little. I stand in the water and hold her under some lake-tree brush. We’re both in our underwear. She wraps her legs around me and kisses me like she’s never known love.

Oh my god. I’m really falling for this girl.

We walk around the shallow areas. Find some clearing. I tell her we’re going to have our first sex right here. She keeps her bra on but takes off her bottoms. This is the second time I’ve tasted her and she always tastes like sour skittles.

I pull my boxers down. Neither of us completely naked. In a place where we may be spotted if the campers get adventurous. Not how I thought this would happen. But here we are. I’m inside and on top of a girl almost half my weight. Completely losing myself in my desire to make her feel loved.

My thrusts aren’t even my own. I’m not even trying to conquer her like usual. I’m not even focused on her pussy. I’m just in another dimension with the girl who I’m making mine and she has the look of desperation in her eyes.

Fuck. I love you. I tell her.

I love you so much she whimpers back.

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