Jan was far too pretty. Half Indian, with shiny black hair, shiny brown eyes, skin that looked more tanned than dusky, and a gorgeous white-toothed smile. She wasnt perfect, her breasts were a little small and her ass a little big, but she turned me on from the moment I first saw her, in the stairway of a large house converted into apartments, where I was visiting friends who were her neighbours.
I met her again "in passing" a few more times. I found out she had 2 kids and an ex-husband, and one day found myself able to offer her a ride home from a kids party, which marked the beginning of our involvement. She always dressed beautifully, often in Indian dresses, was perfectly made up, and delicately perfumed, and she knew how to turn on the charm, teasing and tantalising. Id get a hardon just listening to her voice. But as I got to know her, I found her attitude to sex was not what Id hoped. She had a high opinion of her own desirability, and used her body as a reward. I didnt really understand this when she first decided to reward me, and I went gratefully to bed with her. She was a bit slack, not having gotten properly back into shape from her two children, but her pussy was warm and her body felt and looked great. But she didnt really engage, just lay back and let it happen, as if that was all she needed to do. I should have caught on and got away from her, but I hadnt been laid for such a long time, I was sick of wanking, and she was oh so pretty.
So we shacked up, she moved in with me in my rather run down rented cottage in the country. It didnt take long before she started rationing her rewards, and hiking the price - it seemed she needed ever more care, attention, gifts, money from me before she felt I deserved another reward - meaning a fuck. She wasnt even such a great lover - good at flirting and enticing, but once we were in bed, while I was trying to enjoy her body, and arouse her with kisses and caresses, she would maul my dick quite r... Læs hele novellen
