Sound perfect I thought and remember my mind racing with thoughts of seeing Whitney undressed again. During my last visit I couldn’t pay much attent...on to her, obviously, but had caught glimpses of her and her friend, Zoe. Being a popular evening, Saturday, the the soak/sauna was near capacity, ~24 people and offered great people watching. I saw my first transgender couple naked and they were both both gorgeous, most of the other patrons were young couples and there was also some solo dudes. ..lm thinking all kinda crap...but no....all three will be wearing basques,with fishnet stockings...small ankle boots....and a half face venetian mask..............as you could imagine..my cock was rock hard...thinking what will Joan look like ...moms going to be fucking amazing...and Liz...with those globes...l nearly shot my load.....the day arrived...l was always looking at the clock...wanting it to speed up to 7...l got ready,had a shower....l just wore.trousers,black....a nice blazer..and. Sideways. In and out. Left and right. Circles and zig-zags! I want it all and more! NOW! I almost say something, but catch myself at the last moment. Rules. Her rules. That I agreed to. This was harder than I imagined.She tilts her head and brings her face closer to mine. So close. I feel her breath on my cheek. I smell her hair. So intoxicating. She retreats. What the hell!?! She tilts her head the other way and again. So close. Without touching. Again she retreats without. Our conversation deepened. We talked for hours, moving from former sexual conquests to personal style and onto likes and dislikes. Then again, she begged for a bit of play time. ?Please Sir, use me.. ? she whimpered, guiding my hand up her thigh and over her panties. ?You make me so wet.. I need you.? ?You don’t even know me.? I told her. ?I’m willing to learn Sir.? ?What if I’m some kind of stalker?? ?You’re not.. I checked around. I.