" Then Michael asked, "Is he younger?" "Ahhh, thank you, and yes, he is younger, maybe in his early forties." "Oh, that's nice," Michael said. "Why is...that nice?" she asked Michael. She kind of knew what he meant by that but she felt that she wanted to hear it from his lips. "Well, because if anything goes further that might be nice, you know, having a younger guy, maybe more stamina and all, ...that's all." She actually loved hearing him say that and she knew that he truly meant it. A sexy. "I'll let you in." Open the door, Alice," says the voice.You turn away from the mirror and walk towards the door. You take adeep breath and reach for the handle.Sudden fear grips you as your hand touches the handle. Taking notice ofyour hands for the first time, you pick out the details of your slenderfingers, of your painted nails, of your pale skin. Part of you wants toopen the door, to let John in. The other part of you is terrified.Terrified of what he will think when he sees you."I'm. “I’m curious how that would work.”“I would go first, and you follow me and stand like you’re waiting in line,” John started. “I would go in and sit with my pants down. Put my condom on, for you,” he smiled at her as he said this, “cause I want it to be a great experience for you. Then I would unlock the door. That would be your sign to come in. Having removed your panties at the seat, if you’re wearing any (another smile), you would step in with your back to me and lock the door. Then all you. She led me to the hostess station where we checked in. The hostess led us to a table. I pulled out the chair for her like a gentleman, and we were seated. She grasped my hand again and just looked at me smiling. I broke the silence with small talk and this snowballed into conversation. The nervousness faded away. She told me she was first generation American with her parents moving to the States about five years before she was born. She was married but her husband had been killed in an.