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MILF Money (Marisa and Pogue)

What had started out as a lesson for Stan in how two people should act around others who knew them only as dates, Allison had gotten more than she had bargained for. She was confused and needy one moment then inspired by Stan to go a little further. His hands were not the hands of a simple mechanic his hands were magic and sparked awake everything she had kept buried for too many years.

She wondered if fate had stepped in behind the drivers seat that morning that she was so tempted to take out Kenneth’s pride and joy. She certainly wasn’t. If not fate was it jealousy? Of a car no less. Now in her private limo with a man she barely knew his hands touching places that were screaming with hidden desire. She knew she was safe with her driver. He was very professional and never got into anyone’s private affairs. Still she was very glad of the one way glass only she or Stan could see the driver.

The more he touched her and moved his hands over her breasts the more she wanted of him. She never took her eyes off of his allowing him freedom to do as he pleased. Allison bit back her words though she knew she should tell him stop. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. She liked it very much he must know it by the way his hands were all over her, touching caressing, and making her very aroused. It was so pleasurable. Needing to feel wanted and for a moment she was.

Then he stopped suddenly abruptly and a whimper left her lips. She started to question him when he smiled teasingly telling her they should get going. Allison had totally forgotten about their ‘date.’ “Oh, right, dinner....” She looked at him briefly as he quickly kissed her then turned on the intercom. “Take us to the restaurant now please.” She looked back at Stan then sat back against the seat looking out the window of the limo.
 
Stan smiled as he settled back into his seat, Allison's look of confused desire amusing him as he waited for her instruct the driver to start the car once more. He was enjoying playing with her, keeping her off balance, stoking the fires of her desire one moment before reverting to a cold and businesslike attitude the next. He wanted her uncertain, unsure of what their "relationship" really was, as he enjoyed being the one in control.

Not that he wasn't effected by her, by her looks and body... far from it, he wanted her badly. Had ever since she'd first stepped into the garage that morning, but he wanted to be the one calling the shots, the one making the decisions, and so he tamped down his desire, holding himself in check until the time was right. Then, he had no doubt, he'd show her passion like she'd never known before. That thought brought a broad grin to his face as the big car pulled up in front of the restaurant. Maybe tonight, he mused as he waited for the driver to open the door, climbing out before offering a hand to Allison.

As they walked into the restaurant, Stan placed his arm around her waist, his resting naturally, possessively, on her hip as he guided her towards the bar. He noticed a few envious glances shot at them as they moved through the crowded restaurant, each lingering look broadening his smile, making him hold Allison a little closer. "It doesn't look like they're here yet," he told her, glancing around the room, searching for the salesmen as he let his hand drift down off her hip, running teasingly over the soft curve of her ass.

"Ah, Stan Palmer, always getting to the bottom of things," a loud voice laughingly announced behind them.

"Hello Jack," Stan chuckled turning around to greet the salesman, giving Allison's rear a gentle pat before extending his hand to shake Jack's. "Jack Warner, this is Allison. Allison, this is Jack. He's a sales representative with the tool company," he explained as he introduced them.

"A pleasure to meet you, Allison," Jack assured her, his eyes running hungrily over the attractive woman before shooting Stan a jealous glance.

Stan returned the jealous glance with a knowing smile as he suggested, "why don't we grab a table? Phil's here somewhere, isn't he?" He asked, curious that he hadn't seen Jack's business partner when they came in.

"He's over there," Jack assured him, nodding his head towards the far corner of the bar where the crowd was made up of predominantly young women, "trying his luck. He's on the prowl since his divorce," Jack added, giving Allison a quick glance, "so you might want to keep her close or he might make a play for your girl."

"Oh, I will," he assured Jack as they followed him back towards a table in the corner. "Be sure to flirt with them," he whispered in Allison's ear, "if they're impressed enough by you, they'll give me a much better price."
 
As the limo pulled to the curb Allison grabbed her small purse with the long gold chain and placed it on her shoulder. She gracefully slid over to the side as he got out and offered her his hand. She took it and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Stan.” Looking over to the driver she said, “You may go for now, come back and wait in a couple of hours.”

Allison had never been in this side of town before. She looked around and found it to be a pleasant atmosphere. Stan’s arm around her waist was completely comfortable and to anyone else it would look like a very happy couple walking in the door. She was about to comment about his hand when she heard a voice behind her saving the trouble of saying anything.

She laughed when the salesman made the comment and winked at him. She knew enough about salesmen to throw in the winks and flirts at just the right time. These were the kind of meetings where the men would undress you with a glance and if you didn’t know how to play, a deal could go sour real fast.

“She gave Jack the slow head to toe look of a prowling lioness, and that knowing smile that always made their minds whirl. Jack was no different. “Hello Jack, the pleasure is all mine...or it could be, right darling?” She leaned over and kissed Stan on the cheek softly. “I love how a man handles his tool Jack. One of the reasons you got into sales am I right?” She was directly flirting with this guy and absolutely enjoying the moment.

“Here I dressed up to show up your wives, such a pity. A cat fight over who dressed best is always entertaining when the business is over. What a shame. I am truly sorry though that your partner is going through a rough time Jack. Maybe I should go over and convince one of the young girls to join us for dinner? Maybe we should invite another for you? Certainly would be a shame though if you say yes, then who will I flirt with?” She felt compelled to reach out her hand and squeeze his arm. Part of her charm was teasing her husband’s salesmen and those he invited for drinks and dinner at their home.
 
Stan hung back, watching with a smile as Allison teased and flirted with Jack, the attractive older woman soon having the salesman completely flustered. She was good at this, Stan noted with amusement as Jack became more and more enamored with her, obviously enjoying being flirted with by such an intelligent and attractive woman.

"No, no need," Jack replied with a bright flush as she suggested that she try to convince one of young women at the bar to join them, to be his date for the night. What would his wife say if she ever found out? She'd kill him already if she knew how much this beautiful woman was flirting with him. "I'm sure you're woman enough for all three of us," he assured her with a smile as she reached out to give his arm a squeeze.

"That she is," Stan nodded, his hand reaching out to caress her shoulder before running down her back. He was pleased with how well this meeting was going so far, knowing that most of it was due to Allison and her easy way of charming people. If she kept this up, he was sure to get a good deal on the tools, Stan knew, watching her out of the corner of his eye.

"Well, who is this?" Phil asked in wonder as he approached the table, his eyes wide as he stared appreciatively at Allison. He'd been trying to get a few of the more attractive women at the bar phone numbers, having been summarily rejected, only to return to their table, finding a beautiful dark haired woman sitting there.

"Phil, this is Allison," Stan introduced them, his hand reaching out to rest possessively on her thigh as he saw the lechery in Phil's face as the salesman obviously undressed Allison with his eyes.

The dinner went well, the two salesmen obviously charmed by Allison, their minds distracted from negotiating with Stan so that he got an even better deal than he had been hoping for. He'd have to find a way to thank Allison, Stan mused as the evening wound down, Jack and Phil bidding them goodnight as they left the restaurant. "You were great in there," he assured her with a smile, his hand sliding around her waist as they stood on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, "thank you. Does the invitation to your place still stand?" He asked as he saw the limo approaching, his hand gently, suggestively, massaging her hip as the big black car pulled up in front of them.
 
Allison was having a good time with these men. She encouraged Jack’s interest with teases of how well the four of them got along with subtle promises of better times the next time they came this way to see Stan. “Maybe the next time you are out this way I can cook for you guys, I am sure Stan would love having you over to our villa. You guys could have a dip in the pool or hot tub while dinner was being cooked.” She looked over at Stan and winked then licked her lips seductively.

“Hello Phil, it is marvelous to meet Jack’s partner. How are you?” she smiled brightly. “I have heard so much about you, I am sure before this evening is over that the four of us will be much better acquainted. As I told Jack earlier it is how a man handles his tool that makes him so enchanting, isn’t that right Jack?” She turned to him giving his knee a soft pat and winking at him.

After dinner the two salesmen excused themselves and left leaving Allison feeling good about the evening. She smiled up at Stan when he thanked her. She thanked him too. “I had a marvelous time Stan, simply marvelous. The invitation stands. I really enjoyed tonight, for it to end abruptly would be a shame, don’t you think?”

She saw the limo pull up in front of them. “That man has perfect timing, shall we go then?”
The driver had the door already opened for them when they walked over to the limo. “Take us to the house instead of the garage. And, take the rest of the night off.”

As gracefully as she got out of the limo she slid back in and sat closer to the middle instead of further away from Stan as she had on the ride over to pick him up. She couldn’t stop thinking of how well the night went, how Jack said yes to anything Stan wanted. She laughed happily when he got in the limo. “Poor Jack he was beside himself when I leaned over and asked him how his wife was doing. He asked me if I knew her and I said of course. He begged me not to tell her about his flirting with me. I told him it would cost him,” She smiled, "I told him to lower his tool prices.”
 
Stan almost choked on his drink as Allison playfully invited the salesmen over to their villa the next time they were in town, knowing that Jack would surely try and take her up on the invitation. He was hopelessly smitten with her, a fact that both Stan and Allison were exploiting as they discussed the conditions of the deal. While he was grateful to her for pouring on the charm, for flirting and distracting the salesmen, Stan was worried that if they did come to their villa they would notice something amiss between Allison and himself. It was easy to act as a couple over dinner, it'd be much harder at an unfamiliar house that they were supposedly sharing. It was something that he'd have to mention to her later...

"I had a good time too," he assured her as her driver opened the door for them, the smile on Stan's face broadening as he heard her give the instructions to her driver, knowing that it was going to be just the two of them at her house. They both obviously had some similar ideas on how their evening together was going to end. "Yes, it would be a shame," Stan agreed as he let his hand slide down off her hip to give her shapely rear a gentle pat.

Stan slid into the back of the car beside her, noticing how she seated herself closer to the middle, closer to him, than she had on their way to the restaurant. "Yes, you certainly had him wrapped around your finger," Stan chuckled as he slid closer to her, his thigh pressing against hers as the driver started the car. He wondered if she realized the irony of threatening to tell Jack's wife about their flirting, of extorting better prices from him for her silence, considering the leverage Stan had over her. What would she do to keep him quiet, to assure his discretion once her husband returned?

"You did wonderful tonight," Stan complimented her, his arm sliding around her shoulder as he leaned closer to her. "Hopefully the rest of the night goes just a well," he whispered as he leaned in to kiss her. It was a long and passionate kiss, Stan's hands caressing Allison's back as he pressed his mouth hard against hers.
 
“Jack made everything so easy. He is a natural flirt, and frankly I enjoyed his flirting, it made it perfect when I told him I knew his wife. It wasn’t hard to tell he was married either, you can’t hide the tan line where he took off his wedding band.” She smiled and chuckled. “Oh and the villa, I have one Stan, all mine on the river outside of town. It is my own place where I go when I need some quiet time. It isn’t so easy to find its location is down past the old steam mill. Do you know where I am talking about?”

Allison smiled, “Thank you Stan I was hoping tonight would be a successful meeting.” She was all ready to snuggle up to him when he kissed her. His hand on her back was warm as he caressed her. She returned his kiss pressing against him, wrapping both arms around him one around his shoulders the other slid between his side and arm her hand on his neck holding him as they kissed deeply and passionately.

She pulled back from his kiss and put a finger up, “One moment please,” Allison pressed the intercom, “Take us to my villa instead of the house.” She turned back and looked him in the eyes, "Tonight we will visit the villa and continue with our evening. There is a stocked bar, food and other things that should ensure that the rest of tonight is as pleasurable as dinner was.”
 
“I think I know the area,” Stan shrugged as Allison told him about her villa, the part of town that it was in being one that he rarely visited, the property values alone giving him a slight inferiority complex. It was one of the new property developments, the land priced well over its true value but in demand by all the wealthy citizens. He usually derided anyone who had a house or condo there.

“I think tonight is just the beginning of something that’s going to be very successful,” Stan murmured in her ear as her arms went around him, their mouths meeting for a deep and passionate kiss. He smiled as she pulled away, holding up a finger to hold him off for a moment as she spoke into the intercom. As she gave the driver new instructions, Stan bent his head down, kissing the side of her neck, nibbling at the soft flesh as she directed the chauffeur to take them to her villa.

“Sounds good,” Stan assured her, not really caring where they ended up, it could be her house, her villa, his garage, or some back alley. All he cared about right then was his lust for her and making sure that that lust was sated by the end of the evening. He kissed her again, his desire obvious as his hands began to roam over her shapely body, caressing and teasing her soft curves as his mouth pressed against hers, his tongue sliding out to taste her.
 
Allison tilted her head as he nibbled her neck, the sensation sent chills all over her body. She shivered with lust, her mind racing as to how this night would go. She desired him from their first kiss though she hesitated to say anything. Stan, she understood would be the one calling the shots tonight. She didn't care how the night progressed as long as he was a part of it. “I hope so Stan,” she whispered back into his ear, "shall we toast to new beginnings?"

The chauffeur drove past the fancy villas through a tree lined street turning onto an older road, crossing a bridge he turned into a gravel driveway that had a few curves. A half mile into the woods stood a single older villa. There were none other nearby. A small garden full of flowers lined the yard. Behind her villa was a small stable where she kept her two horses.

She returned his kiss her tongue flicking inside his mouth with lust for more of him. She sucked his bottom lip softly then moaned lightly into his mouth when her lips hungrily returned to his. His hands all over her body she responded by leaning into him pressing herself more into his touches and trembling with desire. It was all she could do from pulling off his shirt as she undressed him in her mind. If they had not arrived when they did, she would have begged for him to take her right there and then.

The driver came to a stop and got out to open the door on Allison's side this time. There were 4 dimly lit light posts that lit the way to her door. She got out and opened her purse taking out the keys to the villa. When the door opened she turned on the soft light. The villa was a replica of the old Italian style villas. It opened up to a black and white tiled floor, a spiral staircase and to the right a kitchen. Inside to the left was a sunken living room filled with overstuffed furniture, a wet bar and several shelves full of collectibles.

She turned to Stan, “Welcome to our villa.” Her thoughts were not of what was inside but how to put what was inside to use as they passionately fulfilled their lust for each other.
 
Stan felt her passion, the way she leaned into him, the way her lips pressed against his as the big car turned into a gravel driveway. His hands roamed over her body, caressing and kneading her soft curves as he felt her tremble beneath his touch, his tongue flicking against hers as he imagined what the rest of the evening would bring. His left hand moved down, caressing her leg, fingers delving up under the hem of her sequined skirt, sliding along the soft flesh of her inner thigh as she sucked on his lower lip, her light moans filling his ear as his hand slowly moved higher on her leg. It was only the stopping of the car, the slow lurch as it came to rest in front of her private house that stopped Stan’s hand from moving higher, his fingers only inches away from her sex.

He pulled away from her, disengaging from their passionate embrace, his hand smoothing down his shirt as the driver approached her door. His eyes ran over the pleasing curve of her ass as she climbed out of the car, lingering on her body as he slid across the seat and exited after her. He looked around the property curiously as he followed her to the door, noting how private, how secluded the villa was, musing at how much the privacy and distance cost in this neighborhood. He guessed the price tag as much higher than anything he’d earn in his lifetime.

He kept his distance from Allison until the chauffeur had gotten back into the car and driven away, maintaining a proper distance from her until the taillights of her car had vanished around the corner of the gravel driveway. It was as she was opening the door that he reached for her again, his hand reaching out to rest lightly, almost possessively on her hip as she turned on the lights, guiding him into the spacious villa.

“Nice,” Stan noted, looking around the interior, noting the black and white tiled floor, pretty certain that it was genuine marble, the sunken living room, the kitchen. His entire apartment could fit inside the kitchen, Stan mused with a wry smile as she welcomed him. It was the “our” in the welcome that intrigued him. Did she refer to it that way as a reminder of the lie she’d told Jack and Phil, or was she offering something more… something more permanent than just this night? “Very nice,” he assured her, his hand drifting down off her hip, fingers caressing the soft curve of her rear, squeezing it briefly. “I could use a drink,” he announced abruptly, turning away from her and heading into the sunken living room, wondering if she’d follow him, if she’d get him the drink… it was time to play with the dynamics of their relationship again, time to remind her who was in charge.
 
Allison noted how he straightened up and smoothed his clothes as she got ready to exit the limo. The driver, very professional lending his hand as she climbed out. As she placed the keys in the door and turned to him thoughts of him grabbing her and clothes being ripped off flashed through her mind. The way his hand squeezed her rear just added to her thoughts. She was sure he was going to take her right here at the door.

Her mind jolted out of those thoughts immediately when he announced he could use a drink. She looked at him for a few moments totally confused by his change of plans. “A drink? Of course Stan, coming right up. The villa was a gift from my Dad for my twenty first birthday. It used to be my grandmothers home. I have done my best to keep it as she had it.”

She walked behind him as he walked down into the living room. Allison went over to the bar and pulled out a couple of beers and a bottle of Russian Vodka. He had mentioned he liked beer on the ride to the restaurant and figured he could have his choice of beer or whatever else he wanted. She didn’t usually drink but tonight was one of those nights that she wanted to fit in with the salesmen and Stan of course. She poured herself a vodka and lime soda over ice after offering Stan his choice of drink. She stood behind the bar not sure what to do next. “We could go out on the back deck if you like, it overlooks the lake which on a night when the full moon is up it is quite nice.”
 
Stan could see the confusion on Allison’s face, the blank look she gave him as he announced he could use a drink bringing a smile to his face. She’d no doubt expected things to continue as they had in the car, maybe even for him to take her there just inside the door… not that that was a bad idea, just not yet. He wanted to keep her guessing, to keep her uncertain of what he wanted, to keep her off balance as to what was expected of her.

“Hmm,” Stan mumbled as she told him that the villa was a gift, a present from her father on her twenty first birthday. Just shows the difference, Stan thought to himself as he moved down into the sunken living room, all he’d gotten from his parents on his twenty first birthday was case of beer and a free dinner. “Nice place,” he commented drily as she stepped behind the bar, pulling a couple of beers out and setting them on the bar for him. “Thanks,” he nodded as he picked up a beer, opening it before continuing to survey the room. He watched her from the corner of his eye, seeing her standing there behind the bar, uncertain as to what to do next.

“Maybe,” he shrugged at her suggestion, pausing to glance out towards the back deck, seeing the lake reflecting the moonlight. It was a nice view, very romantic… maybe later, Stan thought as he moved towards the overstuffed couch, sipping at his beer. Slumping down on the soft cushions, Stan openly watched Allison, wondering if his careful scrutiny was making the attractive older woman nervous. He wondered what she was thinking, what she was feeling, having invited a stranger, a mechanic, into her fancy house while her husband was away. “Come here,” he beckoned gently, patting the cushion beside him. Maybe he’d take her the first time here on the sofa, Stan mused as he took a deep swallow of his beer.
 
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