Rocco went into the hotel bar. He hadn't been in this particular hotel before, but it was a four star rating, and the cocktail bar was well furnished. Being early afternoon, however, there were very few people in. The lunch-time drinkers were back at work. But the one he was looking for certainly wasn't here. He had another good look round, but no - Daphne wasn't here. Ah well, maybe she'd be a bit late.
He glanced at his watch. Spot on 2.30. She might have had cold feet. Anyway, he'd wait a while in case she turned up. Pity. And he was getting nicely sexed up in anticipation - that pic she had sent him of her vulva, inner labia thrusting out from the confines of the outer lips, was terrific. Where the hell was Daphne?
Daphne - not her real name he supposed - was a writer whom he'd met on the internet. Having read a few of her submissions, Rocco decided she was a highly sexed woman with a vivid imagination. He got in touch with her, and to his delight, she replied to him. And their subsequent exchange of email got more explicit, until he was persuaded to send her a pic of his cock.
Now, Rocco was very proud of his penis. And he had every right to be. A thick eight-inch specimen, with a very pronounced rim to the head, was most attractive to the women. He exercised it whenever the opportunity arose with a willing lady, which was fairly frequently. But when there were no partners around, he masturbated with enthusiasm, watching his sperm shooting from the eye of his cock onto his belly, in large splashes of starchy pools. It gave him much satisfaction to see it, and it was a photo of such an event that he sent to Daphne, hoping it would impress her.
And impress her it did! So much so, that Daphne took a few pics of her own genitals. She'd never done this before, although many of the shots were not really up to her usual standard, she did manage to select one or two decent ones of her close-up pussy, her juices clearly visible, to email to Rocco. The sight of her oozing genitals, gave him an instant erection. He could not resist the urge to release his stiff cock from his shorts to masturbate as he gazed on those luscious labia. The sperm soon spurted over his loins!
He sent her a message to tell her what the effect of her pic was and suggested that they meet up so that she could taste the delights of his monstrous cock. Daphne was mesmerised by this wonderful penis - dying to get it into her mouth - though she doubted that was possible. Still, she was sure she would be able to accommodate it in her vagina. And thought it would be fun trying. But she would play hard to get for a while. She didn't want to seem too keen. Besides, it could backfire. Converting email sex to real-life sex wasn't always a good idea! Eventually she sent him a portrait, and said she'd meet him ion the cocktail bar of The Royal the following Thursday afternoon at 2.30.
Rocco was, of course, over the moon. He booked himself a room and travelled down from London to spend the day in her home town of Leicester. As the morning wore on, he got more sexed up thinking about those luscious labia. Very soon he would be able to take them between his lips and nibble them. Wonderful! Then he would split them open with his cock before ramming her deep and hard with all eight inches. She cry out with lust - they usually did!
But she wasn't there! Oh fuck!
He got himself a glass of wine whilst he waited. A lady at a table on her own was watching Rocco, until she spoke quietly to him.
'Been stood up?'
'We-ell! It's beginning to look that way.'
He looked the lady over. She was probably in her early fifties, he thought. But very smartly dressed, with well groomed platinum-blonde hair, an attractive face with smallish nose and large eyes. At the moment she was smiling pleasantly at him.
'Well, you can join me for a drink if you wish. I'm not waiting for anyone else. I'm Mash by the way.'
'Thanks. I'm Rocco.' Rocco ordered two more glasses of wine, but the lady called over to the waiter.
'Make that a bottle, John.'
Rocco raised his eyebrows. 'Are you a local, then?' He was studying her figure. Well built, with a large bust it seemed. He wondered if she fucked. Well, nearly all women do, but... would she fuck with him? No... she looked far too sophisticated and elegant for a casual screw.
'Yes. I have a studio flat near by. I'm a fashion photographer. I've just ended a commission - so, having a quiet drink to celebrate.'
'Ah, what sort of photography?'
'Fashion - some classy nude stuff as well.'
'Sounds interesting.'
'Come and take a look when we've finished the wine if you're up to it.'
And so it was that Rocco found himself unexpectedly with a well-groomed lady, rather older than his usual preference, but still... his internet date hadn't appeared, so no point in wasting the journey. Rocco was interested in photography as an amateur, particularly in taking snaps of his very handsome penis at full stretch. But he didn't tell his friend that! They chatted about photography over the remains of the bottle of wine, before they stood to leave.
This as the first time that Rocco had seen the lady properly, and - yes! - she had a large figure with an ample waist and wide hips. Well, they can't all be a young size 10 with blonde shimmering hair, he thought. It takes all sorts...
At the studio flat, expensively though simply furnished, Masha took Rocco's jacket, hanging it over the back of a chair, before removing her own coat. Beneath it she was wearing a wrap-over white blouse and flared skirt. Rocco saw the uplift bra holding the ample breasts of this rather attractive lady.
Masha handed Rocco a portfolio of nudes, whilst she opened bottle of Neuf du Pape 2001. He was awestruck as he sat on the settee, leafing through the portfolio of nudes - women and men. His attention was particularly drawn to a set of nudes of a very heavily pregnant woman! She was gorgeous! And he looked with envy at the camera equipment.
He took the glass of vintage wine from her and sipped it.
'Now,' Masha said, switching on the screen as she sat herself beside him. A few clicks and a slide show of images began to flick across the screen at 5 second intervals. 'Here are a few private shots of some of the girls, though I do get commissions from a few of the hairy galleries.' Rocco's eyes were wide open! 'And look at these chaps,' she added as some naked studs appeared sporting strong erections.
Masha glanced down at Rocco's lap. Yes, there was the tell tale bulge. He was getting the message. He'd be ready for her proposition.
'How would you like me to take some of you?' she asked with a smile, placing her palm over the bulge in his lap and gently pressing the hardness. Rocco turned to smile at her.
'Why not? And what about you?'
'Oh, there are plenty of me already. Another click of the remote changed the folder on the screen, now showing a close up of a blonde hairy vulva, inner plump labia thrusting their way our of the confines of the vulva between open, stocky cream thighs. Rocco watched as the images changed, showing the model bending over, her buttocks pulled apart to reveal the puckered rear entrance above the large vulva, with its dilated vagina oozing its starchy juices.
Masha leaned over to unbutton and remove Rocco's shirt. 'Come on big boy. Let's get those trousers off and get down to business.'