I liked the taste and smell of him, and as I said, despite considering myself straight, set about sucking him, doing what past girlfriend's and my ex-...ife had done with me. I reached out and placed my hands on his hips, pulling him and pushing him as my head went back and forth along his shaft. Then I felt his hands on my head. “Oh God that feels good,” he panted, as he held my head still and began fucking my mouth. I managed to keep to just the first three inches or so of him as I didn't want. Dana didn’t have much to say outside replying to my crap.We each turned the corner after the stairs. In a few more steps down the damp hallway, I stood in front of my door. “See ya.” I waved over my shoulder and through my frizzy locks and curls of mahogany, I watched Dana’s firm glutes hustle her petite frame down to the hall’s end.I fiddled with my key, mashing it in its hole with a some extra force not unlike sexual frustration. Spending any time around Dana did that to a girl. I unbuckled. My heart was pounding in my chest as I drove there. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into.After a 20 minute drive and a couple of e-mails exchanged I finally, in totally darkness, found the driveway that lead to his place. It was a cabin like structure set in among some trees. It had a small covered porch with believe it or not, a old wood stove setting on it. I walked up to the door and knocked on it. A porch light came on and the door opened. Standing there with just a small white. "So what do you think?" the obviously camp stylist who insisted his namewas Paolo (I didn't believe it for a second) asked.There I was, in a white knee length dress, with short sleeves, a tightskirt and a hole to accommodate my tail, with my hair trimmed into astyle of long, loose curls and waves. I had on black tights and whitetwo inch heels (which I could walk surprisingly well in, must be my catlike balance). I was wearing makeup but it was very subtle."Erm... it's a bit girly isn't it?" It.