Meet Andy

As effusive as Tiffany was, you do your own research on Andy Adams. Most importantly, he is rich. At twenty five million, he isn’t the billionaire of your dreams. However, his lack of family makes him an ideal mark.

You stroll into his favorite bar and take a seat. You order a craft beer. You sip the disgusting brew and wait.

He arrives a few minutes later. You give him a smile and a hair toss. The bartender makes his way over.

“Can I refill your drink, Miss? He’s buying.”

The bartender points at Andy and you give him a scorching come hither look.

“I’ll have another beer I just love this IPA.” You say loud enough for Andy to hear.

He sits next to you. “You like craft beer?”

“Of course. It’s ambrosia.”

You spend the next twenty minutes talking about your love of craft beer, while drinking the swill.

You touch his hand. “I don’t ordinarily do this, but it’s like I have a connection with you. Do you want to go back to your place?”

He nods. “That would be great. It’s not far from here.”

In ten minutes you are there. It’s a nice building, but not ostentatious.

You turn toward him, as you enter the spartan apartment, and give him access to your lips.

He obliges by kissing them.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You whisper in his ear. “Yes, so long as you take me doggie, it’s my favorite.”

He grins. He should, it’s his favorite position.

He takes you to the bedroom, stripping as he goes. You admire his body. He’s a bit flabbier than you like, but his dick is ample and rock hard. You might actually enjoy this.

You slip out of your clothes and present you ass to him. He wastes no time penetrating you. You moan in mock delight. He is athletic and endowed, but a bit too quiet and self involved.

After a good twenty minutes of being pounded, he moans you feel him about to cum.

You glance back. “Fuck! Oh, fuck. You’re so big! Oh!”

He cums.

You lie next to him, basking in your Oscar worthy performance.

You caress his cheek and whisper in his ear. “Andy, do you believe in love at first sight?”

He looks at you with puppy dog eyes. “I suppose I do, but in my position I have to be careful. Some people would date me for other reasons.”

You look at him in shock. “Other reasons?”

He smiles at you. “You are so sweet.”