“Does Sunday afternoon work for you? My condo at two?” Before I leave on Sunday I pose almost naked in heels in front of my wall length bedroom mi...rrors. I can’t help but admiring my body and feeling very sexy. Good long legs, even better hips and I can see my well rounded and still dimple free arse reflected in the mirror on the other wall. Freshly shaved pubes, bald on both sides of my cunt with a large tuft above.My best feature I muse as I tease my large erect nipples is my large firm 36D. I waited about ten minutes and glanced at my phone. I must have sat there for another fifteen minutes, just staring straight ahead and not reading another word in my novel. I put my book on the nightstand and turned off the light. I snuggled down and put my head on the pillow, wondering why I felt disappointed.The next night when I heard him come up and go into his room, I waited ten minutes and then dialed his number. “Hey, handsome, want to talk?”John sounded chipper when he answered, “Hey,. “You have to relieve yourself before we can continue, so just get it out of the way,” he instructed, tossing me the massaging gel. “It’s okay, I’ve seen it all before.”Something about his tone was strangely reassuring, like it was all no big deal despite my extreme reservations. But I couldn’t ignore the throbbing going on, nor my own building desire, so ultimately I slid my gym shorts down to my knees, lubed myself up, and began stroking my dick.It was uncomfortable for the first few seconds,. I hated seeing myself in the mirror. There was still sleepworn lipstick on my mouth, eyeliner around my eyes, and flakes ofmascara all over my cheeks. The brown wig was a tangled mop. Under the teddy I was as hairless as my wife, and the corsetshowing through the lacy lingerie showed a shape as nice as hers,too. I could barely see a man beneath all that. The haggardwoman in the mirror looked familiar, like my twin sister mighthave if I had one. I felt foolish standing to pee, having to.