I rubbed it for a minute then fished out my treat. It was hard, throbbing, and as promised hairless, just the way I prefer! It was four inches long, m...ybe five, and average thickness. When it comes to blowjobs, I am not a size queen. I do admit to getting excited when I unveil a huge cock. I love to hold and look at them. However, I have had some extremely large ones that ended up being mostly a handjob since I could only get the cock head in my mouth. Before I went to work, I straightened back. ‘You’ll have to turn me on if you want my cock,’ he said. I began to remove my clothes, hoping my curvy body, ample breasts, and freshly shaved pussy would do something for him. His eyes shone and I saw a growing bulge in his pants. ‘Not interested in females, eh?’ I asked. ‘I… I… ‘ he stammered, ‘you’re… fucking wow! Come here,’ he said. I sauntered over to him, my hips swaying naturally, my 4’9 frame being carried gracefully. He took me in his arms and sat me on his lap. I could feel his. So into my teen years, the surpressian, the shame, the weirdness, the questions, the staring at nylons and shoes everywhere? Was I crazy? I kept looking for the right opportunity to keep on exploring but girlfriends thought I was nuts. Until there were some that liked my interest and played into it. I never wore them though. They did and, that was fine. Sexually, it worked until they started publishing TV/TS/Crossdresser Magazines. Wow, that turned the corner. Now I could were them and get. He was much smoother looking in person. His thin frame looked like there might be some muscle under that shirt. The touch of grey along his dark hair added an air of distinction to him. He spoke with the woman briefly in what sounded like Russian, then he waved me in. ‘Come in. Sit, sit,’ he said with almost no accent. ‘You have an appointment, you say? Vodka? I have Stolichnaya. Better than this American crap. I don’t remember an appointment and I am sure I would remember a woman like you.’ He.