Hand Job, Totally Unexpected.

I went to see Mr. P at a hotel bar where he was staying for the night.  It was across the street from the restaurant I just went to with Sean.  We planned to have a quick drink before his business dinner.  I didn't know what to expect and didn't know what to say.  I hadn't seen him since it got serious with Sean.  We mostly talked about my new job.  My excuse had been that I couldn't do overnight because my new job was so stressful and tense and I couldn't risk being tired at work the next day.  We finished one drink.  We still had some time so he wanted to go to another bar.  Sean was coming home late from work that day, so I had a few hours.  Why not.  He wanted to drop off his bag in his room before we went to another place.  So we went up to his room.  By that time, I was a little tipsy.  His room was really high up and had a great view of Manhattan.

We enjoyed the view from the window for a bit and he told me it was great seeing me again.  When he hugged me, I felt his erection.  It all started with "Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" joke.  I can be quite a talker when I'm drunk.  Ha.  Somehow I started talking as a sexy inspector/examiner/doctor inspecting an unidentified object "X".  It sounds so stupid now but we were kind of drunk...  It didn't take too long before he came on my dress.  That was such unexpected fun.

He still took me to another place for more drinks and an appetizer (veal meatballs- so good!!) afterwords.  It was supposed to be a quick drink originally so I knew he didn't bring my whole allowance with him,  but I asked for some allowance and he gave me half of my allowance.

I got home before Sean, tried my best to sober up, and cooked for us.  I was fine by the time he came home.  Surprisingly I didn't feel guilty.  Well, I didn't make out with Mr. P.  I wasn't even naked.  There was only one quick kiss on the lips.  And a hand job.  It didn't feel like cheating.  Financial satisfaction was greater than my guilty conscience.  I thought I would be stressed out if I went back to sugar dating.  But in fact I found myself less stressed out than usual.  I guess I was really stressed out over my finance more than I knew.

I decided to tell Sean "I love you" that night.  It took me quite a while to say it for the first time and he thought I was being really weird; probably he even expected me to tell him something bad.  When I finally said it, he started laughing so hard, like, oh that's what you have been trying to say!  I was laughing too.  Lol. And quickly he added, "I love you too".  I slept well in his arms that night.  I had both love and money.

P.S. I actually had dreams about MyTrophyGirlfriend. com!!