The Impregnation of Laura

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As the post-convention clean up was wrapping, the two lead organizers and their gofer Gary said they were going for a bite to eat, and asked if I wanted to come. If I had half the maturity I should have had I would have realized they had decided I was helpful but harmless, kind of like a basset hound who fetched your slippers. Instead I was sure at least one of them was interested and determined magic would happen that night.After dinner, Gary the gofer took his leave, and one of the ladies suggested we retire to the lounge. I eagerly accepted, maybe too eagerly. Anyway I was very interested in ‘getting on’ with one of them. They were both divorcees, both with a kid, and both very attractive. I thought my odds were good, since I had had an affair with a divorced mom before, but I should have comprehended that these were two worldly ladies and were way out of my league.After about a half-hour it was clear neither was looking for a boy toy, and I was no doubt a little too hormonal (being on my third beer didn’t help). I’m sure they were both feeling not a little awkward, and soon both very nicely said they were tired and smoothly departed, each giving me a hand squeeze as they left. I’m sure they had a nice tittering conversation about how embarrassingly obvious I had been. Not the first time I had struck out with an older women by acting immature.I stayed in the convention lounge after they left. I wasn’t in a hurry to get home, and wanted to drown my frustration at not having got on with either of the divorcees. Besides, the lounge had a great view of the city.So I was a little startled when a voice said, “May I sit down?”I turned to find a lady bending over a chair. And boy, what a lady. She was about 5′ 8″, and very shapely. She had on a skirted suit which looked professional but hugged her curves nicely. She had on expensive earrings and a matching broach, and smelled of expensive perfume and money.”Please,” I said, recovering my manners. I pulled out the chair and she sat down. No sooner had she sat than a waiter appeared almanbahis beside her, obviously staying close to someone with scratch.”Same,” she told him, and turned back to me while the waiter disappeared.”I`m Laura,” she said, offering her hand.I took it and squeezed, in the time-honored tradition of not quite shaking a woman’s hand, and said my name. The attentive waiter brought her a martini, which she took a sip of, and said, “if I’m not being too forward, you look a great deal like my husband.”Now this was a strange opening line, I thought. If the roles were reversed and I said something like that to a woman I had just met she’d most likely take that as a cue to tell me to get lost. But I’m the long-suffering type, especially when beautiful ladies are involved.”Thanks, I suppose,” I said noncommittally.Laura smiled and replied, “I’m quite serious; same hair color, height, even the facial structure is the same, it’s quite remarkable.”I was still trying to form a reply when she asked, “What is your blood type?”Now this conversation was really taking an odd turn, but I was interested to see where this was going. I glanced quickly around to see if there was a group of her friends watching us with barely contained laughter, then replied, “B positive.””Perfect,” she said, with genuine pleasure. She took another sip and continued, “I have a proposition for you.”I was now genuinely intrigued, so simply said, “Yes?”She crossed her arms tight to her chest and leaned forward in a very feminine gesture, and said quietly, “First of all, I’d like to have intercourse with you this evening.”This was the most clinical proposition I had ever received from a beautiful woman. It was also the first proposition I had ever received from a beautiful woman. I had no idea how to respond so instead of saying something inane or inappropriate (as is my usual practice) I simply said, “Hmmm.””You see, the thing is, my husband is sterile,” she explained, “although he’s too proud to admit it. So he won’t even entertain artificial insemination from a sperm almanbahis yeni giriş bank. He says things will happen in due course. Well, due course has gone on for three years now.” She grimaced at the last statement.Laura drained her martini and went on.”I’m here on business from my home on the east coast. I was just sitting at a table, brooding over my dilemma when I saw you come in. I sized you up while the other women were here, and saw in you a solution to this impasse with my husband.””Any child we conceive would be the spitting image of my husband,” she continued, warming to her subject, “and with even the proper blood type there’s no way he would find out. And doing this on the opposite coast will help with discretion.”I took a long sip of my beer while thinking this over. The implications of this were truly staggering. Much of that was trumped, however, by my interest in sex with a lovely and classy lady.”Aren’t there potential legal ramifications with this? Paternity suits, child support, and all that?” I said finally.Laura leaned back, apparently a little surprised I didn’t suggest we retire to the alley immediately and do the deed on some trash cans. She took on a business-like air, and said, “I have a contract with me. I copied it out of a legal journal, so it’s very thorough. It specifies that any child which comes of our copulation will be totally my responsibility.”While I considered this she continued, “Also, by agreeing to the contract you also give up any and all parental rights.”That sounded fine to me, since I wasn’t ready to be a dad. I replied, “So I would essentially be a sperm donor, nothing more.”Laura smiled and said, “Yes, but you’ll also have the satisfaction of performing the insemination in person.”I certainly liked the sound of that. “OK,” I said, “I’ll take the risk that you’re not really a serial killer or something.” Which was my first attempt at being clever.My attempt fell flat with Laura. She simply leaned back and said, “Excellent. There’s a print shop a block away which appears almanbahis giriş to stay open late. We’ll need to go there and have the contract notarized.” She began to get up.I drained my beer, then put it down and touched her hand, restraining her from getting up. “Now are we talking about the whole thing,” I asked, “We’re not going to do this with me blindfolded, or wrapped in a sheet or something?”For the first time she looked at me with some tenderness. “Complete intimacy, I promise,” she whispered, leaning forward close enough so I could feel her breath brush my cheek.With that I stood up, raring to go, but also wanting to exit the lounge before the massive erection that suddenly started became too apparent.About 20 minutes later we pulled up to the print store. Laura’s rent car was a BMW, which confirmed my suspicions of her affluence. Through the windows of the store I could see one bored man behind the counter. The place was empty otherwise.We entered the small shop. Laura strode up to the counter like she meant business.”We need this notarized,” she said, spreading the agreement on the counter.”Well, that would be me,” said the man behind the counter. As he reached under the counter for his notary log and stamp, he read over the document. Instead of being horrified or even surprised, he simply smiled slightly. After paging through it, he folded it over to the signature page and turned it towards us.”I need ID,” he said. I handed him my license; Laura her passport. He reviewed both documents, then wrote in his log. Looking up at us, he said, “Do you both enter into this agreement of your own free will? I need a verbal yes from both of you.”We both said yes, and he made more log entries. He asked us both to sign, checked the signatures against the IDs, affixed his stamp, and we were done. Laura folded the document, put in her purse, then produced a $100 bill which she handed the man.”I am asking for your discretion in this matter,” she said.The man took the bill and said, “Don’t worry. This isn’t the first of these I’ve seen. Being open late at this location I’m kind of a magnet for them.”Laura nodded and swiftly walked outside. I merely grinned and followed her. She swiftly entered her car, and through the open window handed me a hotel key.

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