I had a few legit responses and that evening, I got a reply from a guy that sent a few pics back so I invited him over. I was at the Residence Inn, so...it was a nice private condo type place. He arrived and was a bigger bear, kind of like me. He had a bag FULL of panties and hose. I was nervous, but hard as a rock and didnt waste anytime.I had on jeans, but under it all, I was wearing a black bodystocking. I pulled down my jeans, showing my hard cock that was straining through the hose. The guy. It's surprising how often they come in handy. I grabbed a couple and started wiping Cheryl down with them."What are you doing," she grumbled, pushing my hands away."You're a little sweaty," I told her. "I'm just wiping the sweat off you." And some other assorted fluids but I didn't think it wise to mention them. "Are you going to get dressed or just lie there tempting me to try again?" I asked.Her eyes popped open and she grabbed for her bikini, apparently only just remembering that she was. “Yep, just like a date,” he said. I grabbed my purse and small make-up case, overjoyed that I would get to go with him. I started thinking about what our first date would be like. Instantly, I was in full-dream mode. We held hands as we walked towards his car. “What kind of car do you drive?” I asked, wanting to learn more about my new boyfriend. “You’ll see,” he replied. When we got to his car, he put me against the hood and kissed me. His hands moved up and down my body. It almost felt as if. 'Do you have a hard-on Peter'? My cunt throbbed in anticipated expectancy, it was looking for something to squeeze against. I could see him swallow hard, 'You're drunk Mariel', he replied, to which I retorted, 'and fucking horny, Peter, very horny'.'You really are a strange woman Mariel', he said quietly, 'But yes I an hard as a rock, and I want you', he said in one breath.I looked around the hall where we sat at the back of it, giving us a view point vantage. 'Take your cock out Peter, I will.