The Sugar Daddy

Did this really happen? I’ll let you decide….

She was 27.

He was 52.

She was petite and fragile but mature and wise.

He paid attention to her.

She began to trust him.

He had disposable income.

She was hopelessly in debt, a single Mom.

They talked for hours.

He liked to believe she found him attractive despite a 25-year age difference.

One day, when they were having lunch in an isolated booth at a diner, she said, out of nowhere, “You can be my sugar Daddy.”

He stared, paused, his brain lighting up like the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree.

She said nothing more in that moment.

He could tell from her facial expression, she probably meant it.

As his heart rate soared into palpitation range, he decided, in a split-second, to go for it.

He stared directly into her eyes and said, “Let’s do it.”

She giggled. But not a I-was-just-kidding giggle. More of a “Really?”, “How much are you going to pay me?”

She rubbed her foot against his leg under the table and said, “I’m not cheap.”, giggling flirtatiously.

Something inside him knew he had to jump on this.

He said, “Let’s go.”

She said “Now?”.

He said, “Yes.”

They went to his apartment.

And sat on the bed together.

She saddled next to him and put her arm around his waist.

She slipped off her shoes.

She put her face within an inch of his and asked, “What am I going to get for this?”

He asked if she had ever done this before.

She let out a quick laugh and said, “No way!”.

She was believable.

He turned her head gently to the side, curled her hair around her ear, put his lips against her head and said, “a hundred dollars.”

She grabbed him tighter, turned his head and said into his ear, “2.”

He said, “one fifty.”

She put both her hands on either side of his head, pulled him in, and he kissed her.

She swung her leg over his, while they slowly made out.

His thoughts ran wild….”I’m kissing a girl who nine years ago was attending high school pep rallies.”, “Is this wrong?”, “She’s an adult.”, “Does she genuinely find me at least a little sexy?”, “Is she enjoying this or just pretending?”, “Is this a one-time event?”, “Is she thinking we’ll do this enough times for her to pay her rent?”. The one thought that never entered his mind was, “Is it worth it?”

As they kissed, he leaned her onto the bed.

She rolled on top.

He slowly undressed her.

She was so young.

He undressed himself.

They kissed, sensuously.

Her skin felt like velvet.

She pulled her legs back.

He had to temporarily think of his dead dog to prolong things.

He thought, “I’m turning her on.”, “She can’t fake this.”, “I’m young again!”.

He grabbed her sweet, small, hands, swinging her arms above her head.

She squeezed his hand.

He increased his rhythm.

She squeezed his hands, tighter.

She rolled over.

He stood up.

She pulled the sheet over herself.

For 3 months, they met a couple times a month.

Experimenting, which ended up costing $300, but was worth it.

And then it ended.

She accumulated a couple thousand dollars.

He was convinced she would have done it for free.

And mercifully, she let him believe that.