I was about to click the close button (You don't know how many times in the past months I wish I had done just that), but instead clicked the button w...hich said "Private Chat". A window popped open, and I typed in, "Hi".I sat waiting silently scolding myself, when my computer beeped, and the response appeared.MissPeaches: "Sorry puta , I'm not looking for any old sluts."I was indignant, I should have just closed the window, but I had to defend myself. "First of all, don't call me a slut, I'm. “Oh, hi. Nice of you to call.”“Are you free today at some point?”“Hang on, let me see. “No, not during the day, but after six.”“Cool, meet me here,” I said and gave her an address to a nice bar by the ocean.Kelly did not look like she had at the villa when she showed up. I had already ordered and was sipping on a vodka tonic when she walked in. She wore skin tight shorts and a white halter top with a red heart in the middle. Her belly button was pierced and held a gold ring. On her feet she. I decided to email him saying a had a gf, to which he simply said "it's just a massage dude." We both knew that wasn't true, but I needed to hear it. On my way over I kept telling myself "just a massage, just an 11 o clock massage. Who cares if you have a crazy hard cock right now, that'll go away."I got to his place and knocked on the door. He answered it and seemed pretty chilled, a very cool relaxed guy. I came in and he told me to get undressed and lie on the massage table. I did, and as I. You can only imagine the sensations I'm feeling as my pussy clamps around his meat before drowning it with my hot juices. I climb off him and sink to my knees. You see his cock, imagining it glistening with my juices. I reach out a hand and begin to stroke the pole that is now inches from my face. The man smiles encouragement at me, his eyes flashing. I tease him a little more, wrapping my fingers round the thick rod. It seems to you that I can't grip him all the way round, and you're right..