Yet, that did not explain the action that he decided to take. Of course, he could not experience this fantasy with his wife, as much as he loved her and was committed to their marriage. She was very conservative and was put off by any suggestion of anything at all kinky. If he broached this idea, she would be thoroughly repulsed. He could always go to a professional. There were many advertisements that promised the pleasure that he yearned for. But that, somehow, would not be the same. He needed someone who engaged in the act for pleasure, because she wanted to share the experience. And the idea that they both would have the experience for the first time, that they were both “virgins,” in that sense, made it too much to resist.
On a cold, sunny winter morning, he found himself heading for the airport instead of the office. He was 5′ 10″, 170#. Trim, distinguished-looking in his suit. He kept himself in shape, working out regularly in the gym. Neatly trimmed reddish beard. Thinning hair. Cool grey eyes. He waited patiently through security at the airport. A confident stride as he walked through the airport, carrying only his briefcase. Comfortable with the familiar routine of boarding a plane.
As he sat on the plane, he found it hard to concentrate on the work that he had brought. What was he doing here? Flying a thousand miles to meet someone he knew almost nothing about. To engage in an act that most people would find offensive. This was not his life. You can’t just take a day off from reality like this, to, to……
Yet, when he thought about what he was about to do, he felt a tingling inside. An excitement that began in his prostate, and ran through his testicles. His penis grew hard and pressed against his slacks. He covered it with some of his papers and tried to get some work done. His mind, however, kept drifting back to the woman he was about to meet. A woman he knew so little about. All he knew about her was that she was a nursing assistant, she had full, lovely white breasts, and that she shared his most intense, intimate fantasy. He pictured what it would be like to be bent forward, in front of her, his hips in the air….
His reverie was interrupted by the bump of the wheels at the plane landed in Montgomery. He was in a daze. It all seemed so unreal. That he had flown hundreds of miles to see someone he really didn’t know. That he was about to open himself up in a way that he had never done before. He found himself at the car rental desk, with no memory of having exited the plane. He found it hard to talk to the rental agent. He felt like she knew why he was there, that it must be obvious to everyone, that everyone must know that he was about to be taken. The rental agent, however, acted completely normally, and the Massachusetts Lawyer managed, to conclude the arrangements for a car.
Sitting behind the wheel of the rental car, the Lawyer found that his hands were shaking. Would he be able to go through with this? He took a deep breath, placed the directions that She had sent to him on the seat beside him, and studied the route that he was to follow. He pulled away from the airport and onto the highway. He found that his mind was calmed a bit by the need to concentrate on the unfamiliar roads, but he still noticed neither the scenery nor the weather, which was much more comfortable that what he had left behind.
The directions were excellent and easy to follow. An hour and one-half later, he found himself pulling up in front of Her house. The nervousness and the feverish excitement returned. He used the methods he employed to calm himself in court. He took a deep breath as he stepped out of the car. He put on his suit jacket and straightened his tie. Clasping his hands behind his back, to hide the slight tremor of nerves, he began to stride up to the door of her duplex. His hand shook as he pressed the doorbell. The thought of running ran through his mind a thousand times as he waited.
The door opened. She was standing there, her top open, just like in his favorite picture that she had e-mailed to him. She took his hand and pulled him into her apartment. She was wearing her pajama’s, with the top open, just like in his favorite picture. It was a picture that had filled his fantasies for several weeks. We’re really going to do this,” he said.
She was now before him, in the flesh. His eyes took in her ample curves. The round swelling of her stomach. The heavy breasts, hanging below her half open pajama tops. His eyes finally moved up to her face, a face that he never really seen in the pictures she had sent. The firm, full line of her red lips. Her curly brown hair, falling to her shoulders. He gazed into her lustful brown eyes. He said. “I am here to surrender myself to you, Debra.”
She reached out and caressed the wool of his fine suit jacket, the smooth silk of his tie. A wide grin parted her lips. She shrugged her pajama tops off of her shoulders, allowing them to slip to the floor. His looked away from her eyes, to the enormous, hanging breasts, the pale areola, and the erect nipples. He felt his own hardness pressing against his suit pants. She moved her hand slowly, lightly over his tie, until the finger tips brushed the swelling in his pants. Without warning, she grabbed hold of his staff, through the soft wool of his slacks. “You are ready to give yourself over to me completely?”
“Yes, Debra.”
“You will do as I say?”
“Yes, Debra.”
“As long as you are here, this belongs to me?” she asked, giving an extra squeeze.
Involuntarily, his hips thrust toward her.
“And you ass belongs to me?”
“Yes, Debra.”
“Get out of these fancy clothes, right now.”
He stared directly into her eyes, as he began to disrobe. He slipped off his grey jacket, and tossed it over a nearby chair. He loosened his tie, then snapped it off of his neck. Smiling and gazing at her face, he teased her nipples with the smooth silk of his tie before tossing it onto his jacket. He continued to stare into her eyes as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the light curly hairs of his chest, the firm pectoral muscles. He pulled the shirt out of his trousers, slid it off of his arms, and tossed it onto the pile. He quickly forced his shoes off and kicked them aside. He undid his belt, snapped it off of his waste, and tossed it aside. He undid the button of his trousers. Then paused and smiled. He slowly lowered the zipper, revealing the white clothe of his briefs. He paused again. He saw that she was staring intently, waiting to see…. He lowered the trousers around his hips, let them fall to the floor and stepped out. He was standing before her in just his tight white briefs and his socks.