I practically sprinted down the hall and into the bedroom that, until then, only my wife and I had ever had sex in. He was standing beside the bed, sl...wly stroking his cock, still wet with my saliva, and said simply "Strip".I was naked in seconds, my own 5 1/2" cock standing straight out and so hot and throbbing it actually hurt a little. He gestured toward the bed, and I knew just what he wanted -- I practically jumped on it, I was so hungry. Not saying a word, he reached out to me, and I let. "She leaned back on the armrest. "I want it as real as possible." How real?" I want to be tied up. I want to be gagged. I want to be threatened with... " Her eyes gleamed. "... something sharp."I shook my head. "No sharp objects." But it won't be realistic then!" No. I refuse to be budged. Absolutely no sharp objects."She pouted, and I almost relented. Almost."Look, Lizzie," I scooted closer to her and took her hands. "I don't want any accidents. If I accidentally hurt you I will never forgive. A long angular neck perched elegantly on smooth alabaster shoulders, clearly visible now Joelle had folded back Joes old shirt, and unbuttoned it to the navel. The shirtfront stretched over and separated delightfully full upturned breasts high tipped with heavy nipples the size of cherry tomatoes that seriously threatened to split the tense cloth. Her slim denim draped legs just seemed to go on smoothly forever, and suggestively separated at the apex of the thighs where Joelle's plump divided. We chatted for over an hour and he was a retired gentleman military who was stationed in the town I was in and just stayed after he retired. We hit it off pretty well and I opened up and told him about me. We really had a good time. I asked him if he would like to join me at my room for a glass of wine and a little recreational smoke. He said he would love to, we both left by uber. He was such a gentleman I could hardly contain myself, I just kept visioning a passionate sexual encounter. We sat.