Aisha

Being naked in a strange place unnerves me enough, and having a stranger walk right in on me makes that feeling worse, so I was quite on edge when the door swung in, and I was both relieved and slightly disoriented to see a smiling young woman walk right in, who had the presence of mind to switch the light on before coming over to me.

"Steve, hi! I'm Aisha."

Aisha -- as you may already suspect from the name -- was black. I figured she was in her early twenties, petite, slightly chunky but in a good way that made the meat of her haunches beneath her high short skirt seem extra delicious. Though not quite as beautiful, something about her hair and eyes reminded me of Beyonce Knowles. I have to confess, though, I was mainly impressed by a simply tremendous bulge of bosom straining against her pullover. Even as she stepped in, that bosom jiggled and waggled in enticing ways.

"I've been watching you, Steve, I hope you don't mind. I think you're the man for the job. May I sit down?" I nodded dumbly and she sat next to me. "I know this must seem ... radical ... but I don't really need a man in my life, and I've met a few men but ... I haven't had much luck, none of them have been much good." She brushed back her hair and fixed me with sparkling friendly eyes. "Steve ... am I attractive to you?"

It was an effort not to blurt out Fuck yeah! or some equivalent. Truth was, if I'd seen Aisha walking down the street toward me, with that magnificent huge rack bobbing and swaying all over the place, my libido would have completed three graphically detailed sexual scenarios with her before she could even walk past me. It's crazy, how even an obviously attractive woman always needs more assurance. "You look extremely attractive. I find it hard to believe you're a client, and not some model or someone playing some trick on me."

She really liked that. "Thank you!" Her fingertips nervously massaged her neck and collarbone. ""They must have searched far and wide to find a man like you."

I didn't follow that at all, but then I followed her gaze to my crotch -- and it took an effort not to yell or act startled. What the fuck!?!? Somehow that **** had given me a truly gigantic erection. It looked like the beast had to be at least a foot long, with all the thickness of a beer can. It swayed and pulsated slightly with my heartbeat. I would definitely have to ask Dr. Jones how this was even possible.

I then glanced lower. Sure enough, I had large balls too, as if my scrotum was smuggling tangerines.

"Not that I know of," I admitted.

As she kept gazing at my erection, Aisha said, "So, Steve -- "