I am not a prostitution phone sex slut. But, I have a story. I was out of town over the weekend with some girlfriends. We wanted to chill at the beach. On Saturday night we went to this beach bar. I had on my bikini top and a skirt, which drew a lot of attention because of my curves. One older man was sitting at the bar drinking gin and tonic. I was intrigued by him because he was alone, handsome and appeared rich based on the designer duds and the Rolex watch. I sat next to him to order drinks and see if I would catch his attention. He told the bartender to put our drinks on his tab. I thanked him and as I turned to walk away he asked me how much I charge for a night of passion. He thought I was an escort. I wasn’t sure if I should be offended that I look like a hooker or flattered. I went with the latter. I told him I wasn’t a pro and suddenly he seemed more into me. He told me to have a seat. I guess most women target him when he sits alone. I told I just thought he was handsome. He returned the compliment. I wanted to fuck him. What happens in Myrtle Beach stays in Myrtle Beach. He had a beachfront home about 3 miles down on a private beach. I ditched my girlies for a few hours and got fucked. He was an amazing lover. He was twenty years older, but his cock was hard as a rock, and he had stamina men younger wish they had. I got the biggest cum shot in my pussy too. He let me shower in his amazing bathroom. I cleaned up to go back to my girlies. Before I left, he handed me a wad of cash. He said he knew I wasn’t a hooker, but I made him feel better than he has in years, plus I was hot. He told me to buy myself something pretty. I may need to rethink giving it away for free.
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