Faye goes solo

"I'd love to, Paul." she said. Perhaps it was his sadness, his age, his endearing charm, or all three that put her at ease. He seemed far too polite to try anything in the booth that she'd be uncomfortable doing. She blushed again when he held out his crooked arm, inviting her to slide hers in. He stood a little taller. She could imagine how dashing he must have been; how many pretty girls had walked with him arm in arm into nice restaurants and theaters as he courted them. As they walked, she could see that the other men were looking at him with envy. She felt like a little girl being asked to dance with her Grandpa as she played a princess.

The hulking mound of muscle that stood alert near the doors nodded to her, took his money, and opened the door to the third out of five private rooms. They walked inside to find a rather nice looking dark crimson plush couch and a single desk lamp. Faye slid her arm out from his, and directed him to sit. She leaned over him, and put her hands on his shoulders. Slowly, she leaned forward, looking into his eyes as he gazed up into hers. She slid one knee over one of his thighs, and slowly brought the other up until she sat, straddling his crotch. She sat up slowly, her breasts rubbing against the smooth fabric of his shirt. And with that, she had expended every stripper move she knew for a private dance. She inhaled slowly, and slid up and down him a few more times, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Okay, Faye. You can figure this out. Think of it as if you are taking his order, only do what the customers wished you would do..." she said to herself. She ground her hips down, giggling when she felt the fabric of his trousers tickle her sensitive lips. She slid her leg down, caressing his leg with her own before turning and sliding back up so she was sitting on his lap. She put an arm around his neck, and with her other hand twirled her hair. "Paul, would be so kind as to help me with my shirt?" she asked. He grinned, his eyes sparkling, as his hands slid up her torso. Faye lifted her arms, and felt her flimsy white shirt being lifted off. She sat there on his lap, feeling him harden beneath her as his face was only inches from her young, lovely breasts.

He looked into her eyes, a deep longing welling up from inside him. She slid her free hand over her breasts, parting her fingers to catch and stimulate her puffy nipples. "Its alright, Paul." she said, running her fingers down to his hand. She lifted it, slowly, to her left breast, squeezing her firm flesh with his hand. He let out a sigh as she rubbed the back of his hand while he kneeded it, his hand trembling as his fingers gently pulled on her nipple. As he did, she ground and rotated her ass into his crotch, his member throbbing to life as if resurrected. She slid her hand down and onto her leg, running her fingers up and down her smooth thigh. When he shifted his hand to her other breast, she slid the fabric of her skirt up, slowly; his eyes following it as she exposed more and more of nubile body.

She stopped just short of full exposure, and slid off of him. She couldn't believe how comfortable she was with this. "Thank God I didn't have to do this for the first time with a nasty trucker or drunken frat boy," she thought. She turned around, and bent over; Her silky smooth pussy inches from his face. She stood, running her hands up her legs; and hooked the sides of her skirt. She took a full 20 seconds of wiggling and pushing it down her to her ankles before stepping out of it. When she turned around, she could see that she had caught him rubbing himself as he quickly tried to move his hand. She smiled at him again, and leaned over. With her hand, as before, she held his and put it back on his crotch. He shuddered as he felt her fingertips brush his member as she worked his hand up and down.

Faye slid herself back onto his, straddling his waist. His mouth hung open as his hand picked up speed. She bit her lip and pulled his face to her chest. He wrapped his other arm around her while kissing her breasts as she let out a surprised moan. She sat back slightly, the back of his smooth hand barely touching her pussy. "Jesus, Faye...what are you doing?!" she thought to herself, but couldn't help but notice that she was extremely wet. His pecks and kisses turned into him sucking her nipples as she ran her hands through his stark white hair. She felt herself pressing down on his hand harder; his knuckles stimulating her as she ground her clit onto them.

He stopped suddenly. Faye slowed, looking at him, her own eyes glazed over from the stimulation. He slid his wallet out from below him. "Go on, open it." he said, holding it up to her. Faye hesitated, but took it from his hand. She looked inside. Six crisp hundred dollar bills and and a handful of 5's were in there.

"You can have it all if I have you." he said. Faye looked down, hearing his zipper slide open...