Vickie Vaughan - A Tourist Hotwife

She walked back out into the bedroom, the latex sheathing her body. Her nipples were hard from anticipation. The panties she wore matched the colour of the dress closely enough.

“Take a few pictures.” Peter frowned, but he took her phone and put her clearly in the lens. She posed provocatively, bending over, lifting her breasts and exposing as much of herself as she could without getting kicked off the site. The pictures were perfect to show off her body.

Her profile was intentionally simple. She kept her age at thirty-six so that very young guys would be discouraged from messaging her. It made it clear that she was available only for one day and she phrased it so that it would be obvious that she was looking to get paid for sexual services.

Sexy woman in town for one day and night only. Expect if you swipe right that you’ll bring an envelope with a donation to my favourite charity. Hotel in De Wallen. Enjoy an hour with me.

The profile was live in an instant and Kathy was intrigued by the other men on the app that were available. There were men of all nationalities, looks and attractiveness levels. She told herself that she would only swipe on men that she was really physically attracted to. Part of her wondered if she would even get any hits, but just the activity of creating the profile and the idea had her body buzzing with anticipation.

She started scrolling through the men on her page. Peter kept a look over her shoulder. After a swipe right, a match occurred. Then another. And another. She swiped right on a couple more and they matched as well.

“Wow,” she said. “This is incredible. I’m even saying right out I’m a hooker and I’m still getting matches.”

Messages started to flood into her inbox from the men she had already matched with.

Hey beautiful. Typical.

What’s up. Also typical.

Available tonight? Straight to the point.

Yer zuper hawt. Jesus, really?

It was a combination of suggestive messages and outright offensive statements asking her if she was available for anal, water sports, and a bunch of acronyms she had never even heard of like a foreign language. Some men only messaged in Dutch.

Kathy realized she needed to be slightly more discriminating, otherwise she would spend the whole day sorting through messages. She started only swiping on guys that she thought were actually attractive. Eventually after deleting several dozen potential suitors she settled on one man that seemed the most promising. His name was Hans, but he had messaged her in English.

His opening message was that he hoped that she might be able to help him with a problem. It intrigued her a bit, and after messaging back and forth a few times he acted respectful, had a sense of humour and wasn’t pushing anything that she wasn’t comfortable with.

“I think this is the guy.” She said to Peter. It had taken her less than an hour to find a possible customer to meet in their room. He shook his head.

“Are you really serious about this?” Kathy could tell he was a bit upset about the gamble that it looked like she was going to win, but now she knew that it was something she really wanted to do. As much as she loved him, the excitement of hooking up with a total stranger was too strong to let it go.

The setup was simpler than she expected once financial negotiations began. Kathy felt like she played the role perfectly.

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