She stared at him for a few more moments and unhooked the chain. He looked her over and smiled. Ella told her to dress sexy, but she didn't know what that meant had never dressed that way her entire life, and the baggy slacks and top hid her incredible body. He came in.

"Please have a seat."

He sat on the couch. She sat down at the other end of the sofa, keeping him at arm's length.

"Ella said you were pretty, but she was wrong; you're gorgeous."

Jaycee couldn't help but blush a little. "No, I'm not."

"Do I make you nervous?"

"Yes, a little, so what do you do?"

"I'm a motorcycle mechanic."

"Oh."

"So I'm not what you expected."

Jaycee didn't know what to expect; he assumed he could be a professional man.

"It's ok."

"To make extra money, I work at a massage parlor."

"Really," Jaycee responded and looked at his hands. They were large with thick fingers. She always thought only perverts went to those places. "Is that how you met Ella?"

"Yes, she likes the full-body massage. I could give you one if you like."

"No, I don't think so."

"So, what do you want?"

In one fantasy, he would show up with wine and flowers that they would go out to dinner, and then maybe they would have sex. He stood up and removed his T-shirt. He had a powerful, hairless chest and a washboard stomach. Everything was happing in slow motion as he unbuckled the belt and pushed down the jeans. He was wearing dark briefs. She continued to stare as he got the shoes off and stepped out of the jeans. He pushed down the briefs. She saw her first cock. There was no hair, not even on the balls.

"Isn't this what you want?"

He straddled her. The cock started to get hard. It wasn't big, just six inches, but it was thick. Having never felt one before, she reached up and put her hand on it and ran her fingertips over it, thinking it was such exciting flesh, smooth but still hard. This was supposed to be a natural act for humans, like she was instinctively supposed to know what to do, but she didn't have a clue.

"Are you that much of a virgin?"

"Yes."

"Let's go to bed."

Taking her hand, she led him into the bedroom. When they got there, he pulled her close and pushed the slacks down while kissing her neck. The hands gently went into the panties through the bush, finding the lips. He manipulated them, and they got wet.

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes."

He kissed her passionately as the finger found the clit, going over it, making her moan.

"Let's get this off."

He unbuttoned the blouse, removed it, and then expertly unhooked the bra and removed the straps, letting it fall to the floor. He ran his hand over the ample breasts and got the nipples hard with his thumbs. He bent down and sucked on the nipple, and massaged the clit. She tried pushing his head away because the pleasure was too intense. He pushed her down on the bed, removed the slacks and panties, and threw them to the side. Picking up the legs, he bent them back and went down, sucking and manipulating the outer folds.

"Wow, what a sexy cunt."