Pulling him from my mouth; "It's almost two o'clock! We need lunch, too!" I said. "Do you have to be going soon?" No... I'm free until about six o'clo...k." he was still straddling me with that big cock just hanging there."OK, off me! Let's wash up."Joey and I took a nice shower together washing each other from head to toe. I then made him lunch with some leftovers that he eagerly finished. We talked for a while about what we had done, his girlfriend, and their disappointing sex life. I was. You are. Good. And I see you are wearing long leather boots with nice high slender heels, I know that makes it difficult for you to walk. You look so sexy when you totter on high heels, I like to see you struggling to walk in a straight line, it forces you to push out your ass and wiggle your hips. Were you expecting to come straight into my home? Were you expecting me to open the door dressed in just my black Prima Visione bustière, panties, suspenders and seamed stockings? Were you expecting. Ironically my ex girlfriend had mentioned bathhouses weeks before we broke up, this peeked my curiosity even more. She had told me there was glory holes, saunas, hot tubs and much more. It just sounded very relaxing and laid back. I never felt comfortable meeting someone online, or at a bar back then, so I figured the bathhouse was the best bet. So I went! I was shaking uncontrollably when I paid my way in. The rush going through me was intense, I almost felt light headed. There was techno. If I see a large bundle straining against some tight jeans, my eyes are riveted to it and it’s all I can do not to reach out and touch. Size doesn’t matter, but it sure catches my attention. It was Saturday night at the Hexagon and my roommate, Jenny, and I had gone to see Brute Heart. It’s an all-girl band, which brought out a lesbian contingent, and Jenny was on the prowl. I edged my way up close to the mosh pit, but not so close I’d get trampled, and after a while two tattooed arms from.