His cock is hard. Staring at the screen he is about to unzip his pants and masturbate when the telephone rings. He lets the answering machine record ...he too familiar voice of his wife’s personal assistant. ‘This is Christopher, Mr. Plath. Mrs. Plath asked me to let you know that her meeting is running late. She apologizes and expects to be home by 8:30 or 9:00 at the latest.’ He erases the message and stands, a tall broad shouldered man, still trim though his weathered face and graying hair. Showering?"I laughed, she laughed but there was now a serious edge, then she said, "Oh am sure each would be worth watching".Her eyes lowered and with a quickly glanced at me. I lowered my voice,"You could do what ever you want, it's your place after all. " She laughed again very nervously and kept checking my eyes for sincerity, seriousness. "Anyway must go, see you later?" I left with the words hanging in the air. I was fairly certain that nothing would happen and I walked up to my room but. After telling my story, she said Oh the poor lad, it must be lonely up here for him. She talked about him for a bit saying that he was such an easy lad to have around and that at his age his hormones must be raging. I think he might have been thinking of you the other night babe I said to her as I lay there caressing her. Oh dont be ridiculous was her reply, hes 23 babe, and has no interest in a 52yr old woman She added. I think he might have I said to her, Would you like to test drive him. In my heart of hearts I knewthat this was it. My darkest fantasies had finally been exposed. I knewthat I had met a man who would make all of my sissy dreams come true.I was scared to death.I couldn't wait.I still don't remember a lot about that night, but I do recall a fewbits and pieces. I went to a club with a group of friends after work.Somehow I ended up at the bar with a very tall man who started buying medrinks. I couldn't recall his face, but I remembered his eyes. They werea piercing.