Lorenzo

It's time for your meeting with "sugar daddy" Lorenzo, and the anticipation already makes you tremble. You quickly think about Dave, and where he was yesterday, but you decide that, in the end, you don't care. This evening is not about Dave. This is about you.

As you drive to the address Lorenzo gave you yesterday, your thoughts circle around the question of what awaits you. You only half listen to the radio news. Something about a famous senator being caught in a sex scandal, and something about a famous female journalist who wants to concentrate on her life as housewife. Nothing really important.

Lorenzo's house is hidden behind a high fence and a gate, which seems to lead into a frontyard with trees, a park almost. Apparently he did not lie: Lorenzo is rich. The gate opens for you and you drive a few hundred meters more before you reach the entrance area of a huge villa, several floors high, with gazebos and an enchanted look.

You drop the car keys twice as you get out. Wow. You are really nervous. You are also dimly aware that you did not have time to change clothes and wonder if it would have been appropriate to dress up a bit for this date, as Lorenzo opens his door. He turns out to be just as good looking as on his profile picture. Even more so. There is an elegance about him, a noble look, a demeanor that speaks of wealth and influence. He smiles at you and bids you inside. The entrance area is bigger than your living room, filled with art and fancy things beyond your grasp.

"Wow", you utter.

"Go right through those doors and grab a glass of champaign", Lorenzo tells you in a smooth, deep voice. "I'll be right with you."

You walk into a room that could be a living room, with high windows looking out into the garden which is lit with lanterns and torches. There's a small fountain somewhere in the room, there are several huge couches, a TV that could be a cinema screen, there are more things than you can process. It's wealth beyond imagination. You feel that arousal again. Wealth makes you horny, you think. You could open your legs for this man immediatly, he just has to ask.