High Rise Heaven

I was deleting responses to an ad I posted several days earlier because my availability to host had ended. I checked each reply to see if there were gems I would want to keep. One reply stood out as unique. It was from a handsome black man with an offer to host me regularly; the name he gave was Pike.
He included three photos showing his handsome features, a lean, firm body, and a fat, half-hard dick that hung more than halfway to his knees. He said we played together before and apologized for performing poorly; he offered to make up for his previous shortcomings. I was sure I would remember someone like him but could not. I wrote back and offered to come the next morning around 10 AM and received a reply confirming our rendezvous.
I woke up early filled with excitement, had my morning coffee, and checked the financials. I sent him an E-Mail requesting where and how to meet. While waiting for his reply, I showered and deep-cleaned my insides. I put on my bra, open-bottom stockings, open-bottom panties, and my favorite blue metallic dress. I packed a shoulder bag with some lube, some poppers, my jewelry, and lipstick. I checked my E-Mail and was delighted to find he had replied with his address and instructions on how to find him.
I set out around 9:30, became lost, and did not arrive till around 10:30 AM. It was a high-rise luxury condo building with a keypad security entry. Even though several residents held the door for me, I still used the code he gave me and made my way to the 8th floor. Outside the elevator, I got lost in a maze of corridors and had to call him again, so he came to meet me in the hall.
The man that met me looked nothing like the photo. I did not care because he was just as handsome as the man in the photo; I was horny and would fuck him anyway. He did not look black; he could easily be a Puertarican or Sicilian like me. He wanted to have sex with me, and I was determined to rock his world.
Once inside his condo,touched up my lipstick to feel feminine. He told me to get face down on the towel he had placed on the bed, so I lay prone on the towel, watching him disrobe. As he took off his clothes, I realized he was the man in the photo; the camera had not accurately reproduced his skin tone. He was black, his body was magnificent, and his eleven-inch dick was spectacular.