Okada’s swmisuit fell to the floor with a plop. Using only his toe, he kicked it into the bottom of the locker and pulled on a towel. In the sauna he fell into his usual reverie. It was always and only Miss Takada. He had nodded off for some time when he awoke hot and foggy. “Play with it for a minute. I want to see it hard” a man’s voice spoke. Okada looked down to see that he had slipped partially out of his towel and was growing excited. He looked around half asleep and confused by the request. “I’m sorry. I should have clarified. I am a film producer, not coming on to you. It’s not often that men of your size can grow entirely hard and I was simply wondering if you could do so.” Okada, already aroused, acquiesced. He turned to his usual fantasies. The way her hair played on her shoulders. The way her dress draped over her hips when she walked or reached for something. The way that, if she moved just right, her breast would bulge slightly over the edge of her dress. Okada was still a virgin, despite being 29 years old, and so had not lost the teenager’s ability to think himself hard at the most innocent of images. “You are twice as big as anyone I have seen. You must be at least 8 inches or so, and so thick. I am filming a group scene on Saturday, so it will be low pressure. A good introduction to see if this is something you might like to do every now and then.” He gave Okada his name and office address before leaving him in the sauna sitting on his towel, sporting only a massive erection. Okada tucked it into his towel band and went to change for work.