A few months ago, I felt a bit lonely and in need of some company, so I decided to make a post on Reddit (although it wasn't the best place to find F4F connections). It was nighttime when I posted, and I received responses from about three people. I engaged in small talk with each of them, and after a successful pre-photo exchange, I made my choice. Although the candidates were quite similar in certain aspects, such as fair skin, they differed in body type. I ended up selecting someone who was not too heavy or too big.

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The arrangements were hurried, and after confirming her identity through a video call, I provided her with my address. She drove to my condo and waited in the designated waiting hall, just a few steps away from the guards and the front desk. When I spotted her, I waved and smiled as brightly as possible, approaching her to greet her with a cheek kiss. I took hold of both her hands, a gesture with an ulterior motive.

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Now, you might wonder why I did this. It was actually a subtle way to check if she smoked. By smiling and reciprocating my smile, I could observe her teeth and see if they were discolored, as I had made my strong dislike for smoking and yellowed teeth evident in my post. After our greetings were done, I subtly brought both hands to my nose, laughing as if I were shy. This allowed me to confirm whether there was a lingering smell of cigarettes or something burnt on her hands, indicating that she might smoke and had lied about it.

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Fortunately, everything was clean. I then looked at her face, which appeared clean and featured thin lips accentuated by lipstick. I showed her the way, pointing out the elevator, and asked her to walk in front of me. This provided me with a discreet opportunity to observe her frame, her rear, and how she presented herself—something I found intriguing.

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During the elevator ride, we engaged in small talk. I inquired if she had eaten or if I could cook something for her (even though cooking wasn't my forte). However, she declined all offers. Upon arriving at my condo, I instructed her to take off her shoes and wear spa slippers (which I sometimes borrowed from spas). As she removed her delicate shoes, I couldn't help but notice how clean and well-kept her fingernails were. I assisted her by taking her shoes and placing them to the side, all while keeping my motive in mind—I wanted to smell and examine them for reasons I'll explain later.

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I guided her around the condo, engaging in casual conversation as we went along. I responded to her questions with a smile, occasionally lightly touching her shoulder. Finally, we reached the bedroom. At that point, I asked her about the items she had brought with her, and she showed me her women's care amenities, lotions, and ointments. I motioned for her to sit down and wait while I freshened up, assuring her that she would be next. She agreed and smiled. As she sat on the bed, I requested her help in undressing by removing my lace belt so I could slip out of my jumpsuit, revealing that I was wearing nothing underneath. Her expression turned speechless, and after a few seconds of her eyes wandering, we locked eyes. I maintained eye contact as I walked away toward the bathroom, only breaking it when I closed the door behind me.

As I began to shower and cleanse myself, I heard a creaking sound accompanied by obvious footsteps. Suddenly, hands emerged from both sides, gripping my breast tightly. I quickly turned off the shower head and eagerly anticipated her presence in front of me, hoping to exchange a passionate kiss. However, she did not oblige. Instead, she firmly hold my neck and pushed it down, instructing me to place my hands on the shower walls. With my hands in position, I felt my legs gradually opening while standing. Curiosity compelled me to lower my head, revealing her on both knees. Her hands tenderly massaged ass, and I sensed her parting my cheeks, allowing for a heightened intimacy. A warm sensation repeatedly glided along my slit, eliciting moans of pleasure from me.