I held the corners of the thong with both thumbs and forefingers and slowly peeled the material away from his erection. I pulled the thong down his th...ghs. As I did I had to move his legs closer together making his cock stand proud of his body. It was beautiful. I was surprised how much I wanted to touch it. It was as if the whole power of his masculinity was focused on that rod of flesh. I pushed his legs apart again. Now I understood how he was able to masturbate me so well. His cock was like. I was savoring the realization of an idea that had come to fruition soon after the termination of my first disastrous marriage: my own apartment-house,built to my own specifications.A week ago the last building inspector had given final approval on the entire six-unit complex,even though some of the finish work was still needed.Three days ago I had moved into the master apartment on the second floor.Within a week and a half I would begin to solicit tenants and place my dream into action.My. “Oh my God, oh my God, I’m so sorry,” he yelled as he turned and practically ran back to his room.Dina laughed as she exclaimed, “What’s the matter, haven’t you ever seen a naked woman before?”As he shut his door he thought to himself, ‘You’re right, Dina; you’re the first naked woman I’ve ever seen. And you’re magnificent.’He climbed on his bed, closed his eyes and tried to picture her. She had a very athletic build, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, nicely curved hips, long muscular legs. Her. She wanted to feel the palms he'd roughed up on his old truck. The depth of her conversations with him had told her more about him than anyone she knew.Four long months had passed before this night. Exchanging emails, chatting on instant messengers, and even though they both lived in Las Vegas, they had yet to meet. He told her that he was only a bit worried about the reality not living up to the dream. She persisted though, and this night ... this cool October evening had been their first.