It was difficult for me to secure a consultation meeting with one of the premiere trainers in all of riverside county, but I managed to snag an appointment, and I was expected to meet with the firm this afternoon; prompt and prepared.
As nervous as I was, I still understood the importance of this meeting, and desperately dressed the best that I could for the occasion.
Beneath my tan skirt and baby blue blouse, I wore flesh toned nylons, and of course they were thigh highs and to me they matched the panty white lace bra set I found on Amazon, and with the tall black pumps, I was set.
But then I thought, just a thought, that my light makeup and light accessories seemed obvious, and casual, so no touch ups were needed.
I was happy with the way that I looked when I left my apartment.
I felt very ready, to say the least.
But when I arrived where I was told to meet up at, which was at a small Italian cafe in Old Town, and I was told that when to order a glass of wine, and relax until the consultant presented himself.
He never showed up...
I was getting upset. And I waited for a good hour before I decided I should just go back home.
When I got home there was a man sitting on my sofa.
I startled to see the tall handsome black man wearing a well-fitted suit, just casually seated and enjoying a cigarette, and he had clearly brought his own bottle of whiskey because I don't keep that in my home, but he was having a drink and wasn't the least bit startle to see me.
This man was James.
"You waited a long time for me, didn't you?"
I eased into the room, setting my purse down. "I did. You never came. So, I left."
"Let me see it," he said, and he eyed me. "Remove your clothes."
I hesitated for a moment.
"You wanted to meet me," he said. "I've read your profile, and the reason I am here is that I thought it would be a little more private, plus I need to see what I am working with. So, remove your clothes."
His tone was just the tone I expected from a trainer. Firm, unrelenting, authoritative, but brief and honest and straight to the point.
Slowly, I began to unbutton my blouse. I tossed it to the side. I reached for the zipper behind my skirt, and let it slide over my hips and hit the floor. Now I stood in my white lace lingerie set and thigh high stockings and heels.
"Very nice," he said. "Simple, yet elegant, and sophisticated." He rose from the sofa and I was stunned by his stature. He stood at least a foot taller than me, and seemed to loom in my small apartment. He put out his smoke, and set his drink down before he approached me.
I felt myself scared, and nervous, but tried to remain unintimated before him.
"May I?" He asked, and I knew what he meant.
"Yes, please," I shuddered.
His large paws began to roam all over my body. I felt his hands caress my bare ass in the thong back, cupping, pinching, squeezing. His long arms then reached around me and massaged my breasts through the thin lace bra. He reached further down and stroked my thighs then moved all the way down to my calves.
It was intoxicated to have such a handsome man with such height and such largess feeling my body from head to toe.
He reached between my thighs, and felt my small cock beneath my panties. He paid a lot of attention to its size, its weight, its value, and as small as it was it felt even smaller in his large hands.
I felt my cheeks flushing red, and my cock was slowly coming alive...
