You have arrived at the address you received and, as instructed you open the door and enter the cool entranceway from the heat of the day. Doubt races through your mind. “this is insane, I’ve never even met this guy before.”
Your heels click on the tiled floor as you walk down the hallway. “Third door on the right” you repeat to yourself. The message had been so very enticing. “Hot peach cream pies available. Enquiries to u/maybe_even_a_lot”
“Come in please,” drifts through the door. You push on the door which opens heavily and silently. You step inside the room. Dappled sunlight pours through timber blind hades. As your eyes adjust to the room you see a well worn leather chesterfield couch against the wall. A massage table is positioned in the middle of he room atop a large fibre rug.
“Where did the voice come from,” you wonder before your memory reminds me of your instructions: Disrobe and mount the table. Await your pleasure. Your summer dress slips from your shoulder and falls to the floor silently. Kicking your shoes off you run your hands over your bare ass. “Wasn’t any point putting underwear on,” you think to yourself. Your nipples are erect in the cool air, and you walk quickly to the table which you climb atop