I entered the suite a little past 10pm. I was exhausted from a day on the lake. The photo shoot had gone well despite the Georgia heat. I walked around the frosted glass wall that divided the foyer from the rest of the penthouse to see her at the dinette with a laptop in front of her. She was furiously writing something on a yellow legal pad as she scanned the computer screen. . She was a bit disheveled to say the least. Her long brown hair was somehow perched on top of her head.
She had large glasses on and …. Is that one of my dress shirts? It was. She had on one of my perfectly pressed dress shirts on. The collar spread out to either side of her neck. Buttoned only to between her perfect breasts. Those breasts, probably the top reason she was my favorite of all the young women I’d spent time with lately. They weren’t large by any means. I guess she would be a C cup if she needed a bra. I’d never seen her wear a bra come to think of it. Every mans idea of perfect breasts is different but these were perfect to me. They felt like memory foam. Memory foam tightly wrapped in the softest flesh I had ever felt. Her nipples were so light there was barely any contrast against the rest of her skin. Her long bare legs emerging from underneath my shirt was another welcome sight.
Author: Erotic-Concepts
Who’s the boss
How I came into money is insignificant. Sure I’d love to tell that story as well but in the interest of what this audience is interested in we’ll just skip that part.
I retired at the age of forty. I lived modestly considering the bankroll I’d managed to amass. I dated many beautiful young women who always turned out to be gold diggers.
By the age of forty five I had given up on dating all together. I still had respect for the opposite sex but I knew I wouldn’t find love.
I decided to give these women what they wanted. I liked women in their early to mid twenties.
They had the energy to keep up with my insatiable sex drive. I had simply learned to be up front and offer to pay them for a weekend of debauchery instead of having a woman pretend to love a man twenty years older than her in lieu of a more comfortable lifestyle.
Camping trip
This is a long read but I hope y’all enjoy.
I had barely finished setting up the camper when she approached me. She was an adorable young lady. Her amazing figure wasn’t being hidden at all behind her cut off t-shirt that barely covered her bikini top and cut off jeans.
She started telling me about all the amenities the campground had to offer. I was just about to tell her I needed a nap when she grabbed me by the had and said with enthusiasm “I need to show you the best part!”
She pulled me toward the back of my camper and onto a little trail. There was a steep decline but she knew exactly where to step. I however stumbled and almost feel a few times.
The trail finally opened up on a small river. (I’m sure it was just a creek that happened to be wider at this section but my first thought was river). “This is where we spend our days.” She said.