Nervous, I check my watch. Just fucking great. I'm going to be late for my first appointment. I straighten my short black hair and smooth my plain khaki skirt over my knees. Maybe I should have just driven myself instead of taking the DART. If I wasn't such a prude, I wouldn't have cared if anyone saw my car sitting outside her place. I try to look innocent as another group of people load onto the train. I feel as if, even though I'm dressed conservatively, in a khaki skirt and white button down shirt, people can see what I'm about to do. Why am I even attempting this? It's something I've always wanted to do but I just don't know about this...
The train slows to another stop... my stop. I gather my briefcase and head towards the door. I check my watch again and start to walk the two blocks away to her house. The walk is excruciating. My nerves are on edge. I arrive at her doorstep and take in a deep breath. Letting it out slowly, I knock on her door softly. I check my watch. Right on time.
I can hear the faint Clack! Clack! Clack! of high heels approaching the door. It swings open and she greets me with a tender smile. Her sweetness surprises me. I follow her inside. She is an exotic beauty, with dark brown hair that flows long and soft past a firm rear, big brown doe eyes peering from under long eyelashes, soft plump rose lips pouting. Her skin is caramel colored and begs to be touched. She appears innocent and sweet wearing barely any make-up and a pretty white and pink rose bud patterned dress to right below the knee. Her black leather boots with zippers up the inner leg breaks the innocent persona.
I jump when she lightly grabs at my hand and leads me upstairs. Her place is exquisite and beautiful, decorated in a classic Victorian manner. As we climb the stairs, I find myself staring at her plump round ass. The room she leads me to is decorated similarly with a four poster canopy bed and expensive antique armoires.
After closing the door behind us, she stands facing me. "Unbutton your shirt." Her voice is heavenly. I obey and start to unfasten my shirt. "Slower!" she snaps. I jump at her sudden harshness and continue to release each individual button from its trapping. After my shirt is open, she reaches towards me and pulls the sides apart to examine my breasts still captive in a cotton white bra. Knowing that she is looking at me this way begins to excite me and my breath starts to shallow. My heart is pounding and I'm sure she can hear it.
"Pull your skirt up."
I oblige and she looks me over.