She sat there on the bed, knees together and hands clenched into fists - she was obviously nervous about calling me up and had never done this before. My guess was she'd been happily (?) married for years and probably hadn't had sex for the past 2 or 3. She needed to relax so I told her she had nothing to worry about and I'd be very gentle with her.
My name had been given to her by someone I'd 'helped' in the past because I have certain talents shall we say and equipped with something extra which seems to help women with certain problems relax.
I told her I was going to undress in front of her so she could see I had nothing to hide and no dangerous implements, because she really did look very scared.
I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it out of my jeans, slid it from my arms and put it over the back of a chair, at this she looked quite alarmed at my smooth chest. 'Don't worry, I wax all over. You'll see the rest soon.' She smiled nervously and I carried on undressing. I unbuckled my belt and slid it from the loops and placed this on the chair, I then unzipped my jeans and very slowly on purpose wriggled out of their tightness, I let them fall down my legs and kicked them over to one side. I was wearing a tight fitting pair of briefs, they were made tighter because I have more than most men to fit into them and I saw her notice this. 'Don't worry, I will be gentle with you.'
I walked over to her and knelt on the floor in front of her, I removed her very expensive stilettos and noticed her legs were bare and extremely smooth, this woman took care of herself even if her husband didn't take care of her needs.
I stood up and lifted her to a standing position, she kept glancing down at the red stretchy cotton of my underwear, it did look fit to burst. I reached around her back and unzipped her dress, slowly pulling the zipper from the nape of her neck to just below her waist, she pulled her arms through and it dropped to the floor. Her underwear was also expensive - black and lacy. I could smell her perfume and was aware how round and white her breasts were. My hands came down and brushed her shoulders, pushing her bra straps down so that her breasts were mine to touch. I could see her erect nipples through the black lace and my thumb stroked her breast and I pressed her nipple, flicking it gently - she gasped and her eyes widened. My fingers were removing her bra and at once I saw how beautiful this woman was, I just couldn't understand why her husband wasn't interested - for a woman of 50 she looked fantastic.