She walked to the outer room and saw the clothes set out neatly. Therewas a black push-up half-bra, black sheer hose and a black lacy suspender belt.A...beautifully simple cocktail dress of heavy, wine-red silk was spread overthe arm of the sofa with elbow length gloves of the same deep red beside it.Below, neatly set together, was a pair of high-heeled black evening sandals. She showered thoroughly and spent extra time brushing out her hair. Satisfiedwith the shine and smoothness she walked. “Put the tray down. Come here. Sit on the bed.”He did as he was told, after all, he was used to being told what to do by my mother and me. I looked into his eyes at first but he refused to make eye contact. I grabbed both my tits and jigged them in front of him.“Did these make that happen?” I asked, knowing full well that they had. Before he managed to say anything, I reached out and grabbed it; squeezing it hard under his shorts.“Come on, let me see it. Take it out?”He started to complain but. Masturbation.No, I knew about it; after all, I was sixteen and all my friends talked about sex all the time, including masturbation. One, my best friend, Jillian Reynolds, even told me that her mother had giver her a vibrator. I asked her how it was and that took about an hour and a half. Then she invited me over for an afternoon to try it out.Oh, it was the hottest, wildest afternoon of my life.So, I knew there was no way for me to get one of these things unless I asked my mom. And, guess. Afterwards we can have some drinks and leave. deal?" I sounded way more sure than I actually was at the moment.I didn't haven't have a male friend I could trust to go and it was down right dangerous. But it was something about this stranger."Its a deal! Here is my telephone number, text me, once you see me and decide to come with me. Text me what you are wearing. 525-333-1861."I wrote down his number, and we had phone sex one more time before hanging up. I went to sleep that night so turned on,.