This story was produced as adult entertainment and should not be read by minors.

If you like this story, please e-mail me at carlzakbrown@hotmail.com

                                 

First meeting
by Carl Zak Brown (c) 2002

I had been for an interview for a contract job in Bristol. The interview had gone very well, but I had just missed my train and had nearly an hour before the next train to London was due, so I went to the station buffet. I was sipping my tea and looking around at the other people in the cafe, when I noticed a young woman sobbing in a corner.

I am 48, and I have always been interested in young females, not illegally young, but between the ages of 16 and 25. I usually tend to be shy, but that afternoon I was feeling good about myself following the interview, so I walked over to her table with my tea and sat down opposite her. At first she ignored me, but finally she looked up and said "What do you want?"

I replied "I saw you crying and wondered if there was anything I could do to help."

"You wouldn't understand" she replied.

"Try me" I said. "But first, would you like a cup of tea?"

I went to get her some tea. When I returned, she started to tell me her problem. It turned out that she was a student at the University and was about to be evicted from her flat as she had not paid the rent. Her bank had blundered over her student loan, and although she was due to receive some money soon, her landlord had lost patience and was making her leave, unless she paid some of her overdue rent.

I asked her if her parents could help, but she said that they could not. I suggested that the University might help, but she said that she had approached them but they could not assist her.

I said "How much does your landlord want now, does he want all the money you owe him?" She told me that he had asked for 150 pounds by the end of the week, but was willing to wait for the rest of the money until she received her loan.

I reached inside my jacket pocket for my money and counted out 200 pounds. I said "Take that to pay your landlord and use the rest for food". At first she wouldn't take it but I told her that there were no strings attached and that if she wanted to repay it I would give her my mobile number. I said "In fact, I will give you my mobile number anyway, and if you need any more money you can ring me. But if you need any more, you will have to do something for me in return. I may be working in Bristol shortly, and while I am here, I may need some assistance".

She looked into my eyes, and I think she understood what I meant. She said "Thank you very much, I am sure I will not need any more help from you. My loan should finally arrive next week, or the week after".

It was time for my train, so we said goodbye and she thanked me for the money. As I left, I did not think I would see her again and I regretted for a moment that I had not stayed for another hour or two and insisted on some immediate repayment for my help.

I was offered the job in Bristol. As usual when I was working away from home, I booked into a hotel during the week and travelled home to London each weekend. The job was only due to last for six months, so it was not worth moving, and I preferred the convenience of hotels to being in a rented flat.

About two weeks after I started my job, I received a phone call. The person phoning said that she was Jenny, which did not mean anything to me until she reminded me about the incident at the station. She said that she needed to talk to me and I explained that we could meet that evening as I was now working in Bristol.

We arranged to meet for a meal. I arrived at the restaurant early. Eventually Jenny joined me, apologising for being late. After we had ordered, I asked her why she needed to talk to me.

She looked embarrassed. "You remember that I needed some money from you" she began. "Well I need some more, my bank has found a reason not to give me a loan. I am sure they are wrong, but they say my course is not covered by the student loan scheme".

We discussed her situation. I suggested again that she should seek help from the University, or try another bank but Jenny said that she had tried all those options and no one would help her.

Next I suggested that she should get a part time job. "What as?" she asked. I suggested the standard student jobs, like barmaid or shelf-filler at a supermarket but she said that she had too much course work to spend much time on a job, and the options I suggested did not pay enough.

I asked "Had you thought about erotic dancing, or working in a strip club?" She said that she had, as another girl on her course was working as a lap dancer, but the other girl had told her that Jenny's breasts were not big enough. Jenny said "She says that the guys who go to that kind of place are only interested in girls with big tits, and mine are not big enough".

I finally asked her what her options were. She looked at me hopefully and asked if I could help her again. I told her that I could, but asked her what she would give me in return.

She said "I can only see three options. I can give up my course or I can throw myself off the Clifton Suspension Bridge or ... I can be a prostitute. I don't want to give up my course, I don't feel suicidal, so ..." She left the sentence hanging in the air.

I asked her what her financial needs were. She told me that she needed 500 pounds immediately to pay her rent, and about 150 pounds a week after that for her regular bills.

"So, do you want to be a prostitute?" I asked. She told me that if necessary she would do it, but she was afraid that some of her clients might be violent, or that she might catch a disease.

I asked her if she had a boyfriend and she told me that she did not. Finally, I told her what I would like her to do.

I said "Rather than having lots of different clients, why not just have one client, me. You would still technically be a prostitute, but I am not violent, and I do not have any nasty diseases. I will pay off your debts, and give you the money you need each week. In return, I would want to see you three times a week, for an hour or so."

She replied "I knew it would come to this". She shrugged her shoulders slightly. "OK, when do I start?"

"I need to get some condoms" I replied. "How about tomorrow?"

"There are some in the machine in the toilets" she told me. "Why not start tonight? Besides, we don't need condoms, you just told me you are clean, and I am too. Also, I'm on the pill, so I can't get pregnant".

She had obviously made her decision, and had decided to carry it out. I paid for our meal, and we left the restaurant to return to my hotel. I was staying in a small hotel which was run by its owner who lived on the premises, so I had to sneak Jenny into my room, I decided that the following week I would have to move to a more impersonal hotel.

Once we were in my room, we sat down on the bed. I put my arm around Jenny and gently kissed her, first on the cheek, then on the mouth. I attempted to insert my tongue into a mouth, and after a moment she allowed me to. As our kisses grew more passionate, we rolled onto the bed.

We had to get up again in order to remove our clothes. I took off my jacket, then helped Jenny to remove her sweater (she didn't need my help, but it was more fun that way). While I was unbuttoning my shirt, I noticed that Jenny was hesitant about removing her T-shirt. I understood why when she finally took it off, she was not wearing a bra underneath! Her tits may have been too small to make her a popular erotic dancer, but they looked fantastic to me. I noticed that her nipples were erect, I hoped that this meant that she was as sexually excited as me.

After we had both removed our shoes, I walked over to her and undid the top of her jeans, then slowly slid them down. She did the same with my trousers, leaving us both in our underwear. She slid her tights down while I removed my socks, then I took hold of the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down.

Her pussy was exquisite. She kept her pussy hair well trimmed, but there was a triangle of short black hair. I reached to stroke it, but she said "Wait a minute, let me see what you've got first!"

She yanked my underpants down. Despite the erotic build-up, my penis was resolutely unerect. I could see the hurt in her eyes as she looked at my limp member. I said "Don't worry, he is very shy, I need to introduce you to him. Would you like to shake hands with him?"

She said "How do you know it's a 'he'?"

"Well, it's certainly not a 'she'!" I replied. "He's getting a bit old now, why don't you try stroking him?"

She looked doubtful, but reached over and started stroking my cock. To my relief, it started to get hard.

I asked Jenny to lie on the bed. I gave her lovely nipples a quick suck, then moved so that my head was between her legs and started licking her pussy. After a few minutes, her legs clamped round my head, and I realised that she was cumming. 

I said "Sorry Jenny, my dick has gone back to sleep again, would you like to wake him up?" She stroked my penis once more, while I stroked her pussy, I loved the feel of her pussy hair and told her so. She said "I was thinking of shaving it off" and I told her that it would be wonderful to see her bare one day, but that she should grow her hair back again afterwards, as it was so lovely to stroke.

Once my penis was hard again, she laid back on the bed, and I wasted no time in pushing my penis into her pussy. One of the advantages of being older is that you can sometimes go on for hours before you come, but this was not one of those nights and within five minutes I was pumping my sperm into her cunt.

"Do you want another go?" she said dubiously as she looked at my quickly wilting cock. 

"I don't think so" I replied, "but let me bring you off again before you go".

My tongue did the job my cock had been unable to, and after a few minutes I again felt her contractions as she had her second orgasm of the night.

We lay in each other arms for half an hour, talking quietly, then I called a taxi on my mobile and walked with her to wait for it outside the hotel. As she got into the taxi, I gave her the money for the fare and also slipped her a cheque which would pay off her immediate debts.

"I will see you later in the week" I said.

Next morning I woke up with a raging hard-on. "Sex, don't talk to me about sex" I muttered to myself.

To be continued

If you are a female student in the UK and would like this fantasy to come true with you, please do NOT contact me. I am not well paid or rich, so I cannot give you the financial support you deserve. My e-mail address is carlzakbrown@hotmail.com

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