There is just something that turned me on about the thought of another guy feeling vulnerable with his own nakedness as another guy watches him. I thi...k everyone in that situation becomes more self-concious and has a feeling of vulnerability. Having spotted an add for a guy who advertises massage and other services in my local paper, i decided to give him a call and find out more about him. He told me his name and that he was 39yrs old and was 6ft 2in tall with a tanned, toned body and a 9in. ‘I am well. I really am. How stupid of me to ride out so recklessly… and to scare you so,’ I sobbed. Instead of saying another word, he just held me, curled up in his lap. I cried out what seemed to be every last tear within my body. Tired and sore, I pressed my warm forehead into the curve of his neck. ‘I do not deserve this,’ I whispered. ‘I acted foolishly, and because of that, you could have been hurt also. I don’t think that I could have ever forgiven myself… ‘ My words trailed off as. I looked around and saw a note lying on the pillow next to me. "Sorry to screw and run, but I had an early call time this morning. Hope to see you again." I began to replay the events on the previous night in my mind. I could feel myself getting hard just thinking about her soft skin, her firm breasts and most of all that wonderful pussy. How we tumbled out of the shower and collapsed on the bed. How she took immediate control and used me as nothing more than a tool to satisfy her carnal. She paid particular attention to her breasts, crotch, armpits and feet, her hands lingering just long enough to set herself on the beginning of the path to arousal, but no more. She wanted to save herself for later.Stepping from the shower, she dried herself equally carefully. The large, fluffy towel felt deliciously soft against her skin and she found herself humming again. Tonight would be special; she had a good feeling about it.From the back of her underwear drawer she removed the bottle of.