Alison wants to negotiate

“We need to get somethings clear.” Alison looks like she has been preparing for this all evening. “If we are going to do this, there have to be some rules.” Her tone is so calm and level that it feels almost like this is a job interview or some kind of loan application. It is however, more than a little strange to be having a businesslike conversation with a woman not even one third my age, who is strikingly beautiful and wearing only a pillow.

“OK” I agree, still stunned by her sudden reversal. “Like what kinds of rules.”

“You’ll have to wear a condom.” Her face hardens with fierce determination, “I just can’t get pregnant.”

“Well, that at least you don’t have to worry about, Honey.” I shrug casually, “after Henry was born I had a vasectomy. The truth of the matter is I couldn’t knock you up no matter hard I tried.” I have to push aside the image of what trying hard to knock this beauty up might look like in order to concentrate on her next demand. The relief on Alison’s face is easy to read and I wonder if this was one of the sources of tension between her and Dick. If she thinks she’s being careful about pregnancy by having him wear a condom though she’d better read up on how unreliable rubbers can be - even if they are used right.

“OK, right.” The grip on her pillow loosens slightly and I see a hint of the delicate curve of her right breast. “Like how many times would I have to -” her poise is momentarily broken, but she recovers almost immediately, “-have to let you do it?” Her avoidance of the word sex might normally amuse me, but I am too distracted by her naked form to think of anything else. I can’t help but wonder if this was a conscious negotiating tactic, or just a lucky break.

“Once a week seems fair to me.” I offer as casually as I can. After not having sex with any woman for over three years, honestly, I would be content with only one night a month with this stunning young coed. “But I want it to be all night, not just a quick bang and run.” I don’t say Dick’s name but I’m sure Alison is smart enough to know my feelings about him, and his booty calls.

“OK…” She is probably trying to figure out what an old man like me could possibly do for a whole night, but she acquiesces without a fight.

“And you can’t expect too much from me.” Alison’s businesslike manner falls completely apart and she can only just barely stammer out the last bit, “I’ve only done it with Richard, and h-he s-says I’m not m-much of a l-lay.”

“What?!” I cannot hide my disbelief.

“He says...” she takes a breath before finishing in a rush “... he says that fucking me is like having sex with an inert rubber sex-doll.”

The pillow falls from her tight grip, and I see for the first time her beautiful young breasts, they are as close to perfect as I hoped. Alison clearly doesn't realize how beautiful she is because she bites her lip between her teeth and waits for my assessment.

“This is what you're getting, Mr. P, I hope you weren't expecting anything more than these.”

"Dear Lord, you're fucking perfect." Not even on porn sites do I remember seeing a sexier image, and this isn't on a damn computer screen, this woman is waiting for me just feet away on her bed.

“Richard says they're too small; he wants me to get implants.”

“Dick is a fucking idiot, Alison.” I growl angrily, “Don't you ever change this lovely body.” At first I think my tone might have scared her but after a second I see a smile slowly grow on her beautiful face and the pillow slips even lower on her lap.