“Traci.” He said. “I’m 51 years old. I’ve been married for 27 years and for the last 10 of those years, my wife and I have barely had any intimate contact.”
“No sex?” she asked.
“Yes, well almost none.”
“Wow…” She said. Then she was quiet, waiting for him to continue.
“You’re 26 and well, younger women have a stronger sex drive and well, maybe we could both help each other out. You get some financial assistance and well, you, well,…
“Have sex with you…” She added.
“Yes” Ron hesitated. “Yes, have sex with me. And you’d enjoy it too, I hope.” He added not knowing if she would.
She hesitated, thinking. “Ok, let’s say I was interested. How often and what type of sex?”
“Well, that’s hard to say right now…”
“Look, I don’t want to have to sign some kind of contract. Just tell me, what and when! ”
“I don’t know. I guess a handjob here and there, a blowjob.” Ron stammered.
“Any fucking?” she asked bluntly, taking him off guard.
“Maybe”.
She thought for a few minutes, the car motor still running.
“How much do I get?”
“What’s your monthly rent?” Ron asked.
“$1200.”
Ron thought for a minute. “I guess I can afford half, so $600, without my wife finding out.”
Traci thought for a minute. “When would we start?”
Ron shifted in his seat. Was his pretty student about to go through with this?
“Stop at the ATM and we can start tonight…” he laughed nervously.
“Ok, then.” Traci nodded. “Let’s get over to the ATM.”
As they drove Ron could barely contain his excitement and he fidgeted back and forth in his seat, trying as best he could to hide a growing erection.
“What’s wrong?” she asked after a few minutes. “You can barely sit still.”
Ron looked over at her and grinned sheepishly.
Traci started to laugh.
“Oh my God, have you got a hard-on already?”
Ron didn’t say anything, just looked out the window.
Traci reached over and pushed his hands away from his crotch.
“Oh my God, you do.” She squeaked like an excited teenager. “You do have a hard-on.”
Ron finally laughed himself. “Ok, yes I do. I’ve got to admit I am pretty turned on by where this conversation has been going for the last half hour.”
“Maybe you’d like me to start now…” She let her voice trail off as she drove.
“Now?” Ron responded.
“Sure. Why not? Take it out of your pants and I’ll give you a handjob as we drive.” She smiled and added seductively. “I’ll have you squirming in your seat in no time.”
At that instant they saw the blue lights of the bank up ahead. They pulled over and Ron ran out to the ATM, getting back into the car with the money in his hands before she could get the car parked.
He passed the wad of bills over to Traci.
“Just put it in the glove box” she said.
Ron did as instructed,
“Now, where were we…” She asked.
Ron raised his rear end off the seat and slid his pants down to his knees. His boxers were tented in his crotch.
Traci looked over at him struggling with his shorts. “I’m driving, so you’ve got to help me out a little here.” she laughed as she pulled back onto the road.
“Get it out.” She instructed.
Ron pulled the leg of his boxers aside and lifted out his already hard, bright red cock.