Thanks for checking out my story! First of many of this new genre I'm starting!
11:30 a.m. stella Landon begins her noon typicals. Stellas Landon, a young woman of beauty and stature. To describe Stella is to describe someone of the imagination ; Stella stands 5'9" tall, but slender.
Body molded as though made by the god Zues in his own eyes to be of perfection and temptation. She posses a set of 36C breasts, plump, ripe, and perky. A flat stomach to boot. Like the lines of a 1990's Porsche 911 she had body line and curves in every one of the right places. Even at her height she was 118 pounds no more no less. Blonde hair as wavy and full as a mid summers breeze across the water. From there you would make your way around and down to her ass. So perfect and round. As if sculpted using a tool and the worlds most gentle hands.
Stella was a woman, but was a work of human art in realistic form. Stella was mostly normal for being her young well age of 25. She had finished college and was working full time as a investment broker in down town Austin, Texas. Now to say she wasn't from there is a true statement being hailed from east coast. But in all this you would suspect Stella Landon to be what you might call your average, all American, beautiful young woman.
But Stella had a side that no one knew. Stella had a secret that was even unknown to her... until it was shown to her.
It all start with a regular evening like any other around the Landon house hold. Stella was preparing herself for a date with a man whom she had yet to meet. Spoke only through message, Stella was intrigued by his charm. She prepared all day for such the event to come, dressed in a red dress, black stiletto heels, no bra, red plaid colored high rise bikini panties, ruby red lipstick, hair curled at its ends, and a lovely translucent black eye liner to top of the picturesque 1950's style look.
When she arrived at the restaurant she saw a brick building. Old, but modernistic in many ways. An old wood working factory beautifully and tastefully converted to a beautiful 1950's style black and tie jazz lounge. As she entered the grand double door she was greeted by the scent of warm soft candles, dim lighting, red gowned tables, plush velvet booths, and the soothing but sensual sounds of modern jazz. She peer around awaiting to find who she sought for all day, and there he was. His name was Bryan Fletcher. Bryan was of what you say, ruggedly handsome. Bryan stood at 5'11", 185 pounds, broad shoulders and chest, pronounced legs, and a sculpted back.
