In the midst of so much chaos and uncertainty, one thing abides: sex.
Betty’s back. So I e-mailed her seeking an arrangement. There was a bit of difficulty setting up a time that worked for both of us, but we managed to figure it out. I arrived at her new incall, and after a very slight delay, she gave me her room number. I knocked, and she answered the door in a blue dress and sexy thigh high boots. Her small apartment was illuminated by flickering candles. After a short chat to get reacquainted, we took care of business and made ourselves comfortable. As she undressed, I took time to admire her nicely shaped body and resplendent porcelain skin. Betty wants to please, so when she asked me what I wanted to do, I asked her to get on her knees. She retrieved a condom and accommodated me. A surge of masculine pride rippled through me as I looked down on her servicing me.
We moved to her bed. Betty has amazing breasts, and I gave them ample attention, fondling them and sucking on her nipples. She then positioned herself on top, rhythmically riding me. I enjoyed the sight of her bouncing tits. I thrust my hips off the mattress as her body undulated on top of mine. Minutes later I let out a deep groan.
“Did you finish?” she asked.
She climbed off of me, removed the condom, went to the bathroom to retrieve a warm washcloth, and cleaned me up. We talked a bit more. She said most of her clients are married. She had once been married herself. Her ex was now married to the girl he had cheated on her with. Then her alarm sounded. Our hour was up. Our clothes came back on. She accompanied me to the door and, after a light kiss, said goodbye.
Lutheran Guilt 