A setback triggered the urge. I rented a room at the casino and called Tina. “Robin” wasn’t available, so Tina recommended “Emily.” Then I waited, anxious to lay my eyes on her. A basketball game on TV sufficed for background noise.
There was a knock at the door.
I felt a surge of adrenaline. The anticipation of meeting this woman with whom I would shortly be intimately engaged was intoxicating. (It can work both ways. Stephanie said that she gets “tingly” in a certain part of her anatomy when meeting a new client.)
I opened the door.
“Philip?”
I ushered her into the room, took her coat and offered her a seat. With her long dark brown hair, ample bosom and round derriere accented by her classy but tight blue dress, she looked appealing. She sat in a chair.
After a few moments of silence, she said softly, “I don’t know what to say.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Tina said you’re a nice, shy man, but it makes it hard to know what to say.” She seemed kind of shy herself. We struggled to make some small talk. Finally I suggested that we move to the bed. She got up and unzipped the back of her dress. Her tall white stiletto heels came off. She took out a condom and put it on the nightstand.
“You smell nice,” she said.
I had just taken a shower. She drew near in her bra and panties. She removed her bra; her big breasts were mesmerizing. We lay down on the bed. I complemented her on how cute she looked. She attributed it to her dimples. We talked for a short while. She said she designs children’s clothing during the day.
She slowly kissed me down my chest. My member stood at attention. I reached behind her and tugged on her panties. She reached down and slid them off. Then she reached into my boxers and pulled out my cock, lightly stroking it. I settled back onto the bed. I felt her warm, wet mouth engulf my cock. I gently caressed her hair as she sucked my cock. Then Emily reached for the condom, tore open the package and rolled it on me. She climbed on top and straddled my cock, slowly sliding me inside her. I savored that exquisite moment of penetration. She slowly began to rock her hips. I moved my hands to her round breasts. I started to thrust into her. I moved my hands down around her waist. She quickened her pace. I marveled at her bouncing breasts. She went faster and faster, bucking and jerking on top of me. Her fingers pressed into my chest. I felt myself spurt into the condom, and I cried out.
We lounged naked on the bed afterwards, saying little. She checked her phone; the hour was almost up. She quickly hopped off the bed and dressed. Offering me a chaste hug, she wished me good night. I opened the door and let her out.
Lutheran Guilt 