Tonight was to be a night of firsts. Some I hadn’t even realised were coming.
My heart beating and alone in the small make-shift dressing room, I pulled my lace panties up over my long, slender legs and under my white pleated mini-skirt. I could feel myself already getting aroused by the thought of what was to come and the nervous tension of having my desires for so many years finally about to come true was almost too much to handle. I sat on the little stool and pulled on the sexy six inch black stilleto sandals that I had bought especially for this evening. Standing up and looking in the full length mirror provided, I felt extremely sexy. My pert breasts making the crop top I had paired with my skirt bulge in all the right places and I knew that my job of turning on the man that awaited me outside would be successful.
There was a knock on the door and my heart skipped a beat. This was it. I would fuck a stranger and never know their name. Actually, more realistically, I was to be fucked. I was to be the toy, or tool, for the pleasure of another man.