She wasn’t in the room. I waited, the sexy nature of my peeping-tom ways giving me a big boner. I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them, so that I c...uld get my hand down underneath my underpants to start stroking my cock.After what seemed like an eternity, I suddenly saw her bedroom door open and in she strutted, wearing a bath towel around her body, another piled on her head and wrapped like a large white turban. She must have just come from the bath! My cock instantly swelled as she moved. An irate woman, demanding that I remove the vile filth I’d posted. Like that was going to happen! It did however make me wonder and briefly fantasize about the woman who took the time to read it. I replied to her that I wanted a woman who accepted me for me, not one who challenged me to correct her and she’d failed the first test. I never heard back from her.By the end of the first week I laughed to myself and forgot about the ad. A month later, a friend showed me a post on Facebook that had. As I was about to leave, I bumped in to esha. Esha was a senior colleague who was very ambitious, arrogant and condescending considering her quick rise in the corporate world. She was about 7-8 years elder to me, tall, shoulder length hair, sharp features ( high cheek bones, long nose and kohl-eyed), slim and fairly endowed.She looked killer tonight in her short floral blue dress and short white sweater. We exchanged pleasantries and she asked me where I was headed. I told her that I was done. He nodded his thanks.For the first time I looked at Penny and her friend. Unsurprisingly Penny looked fabulous, her short red dress showing her figure off perfectly. I guessed it was either satin or maybe even silk because the fabric had a sheen to it that looked made for Penny’s dark hair. If there are other materials out there that shine that way, don’t blame me for not knowing them, after all I’m just a man. She had a lovely warm smile for me, one that lit up her entire face. A quick look at.