Lana: First Encounter

I found the address. A clean looking 3 story condominium property, not fancy but OK, a property occupied by hard working immigrant families, most of them Asian. I found parking in the street (two hours). I ring the buzzer and, at the same time, feel a reaction in my groin. Somehow, my brain has signaled to my c**k where I am and where I am about to be. Maybe it knows something I don’t. Anyway, I go with the flow.

I head to the elevator thankful that there is no-one else in the reception area or entering or exiting the building the same time as me. Why that would worry me I don’t know. But somehow, I am more comfortable without others around. Who knows, maybe someone will recognize me and ask what I am doing in this neighborhood. There is nothing wrong with the neighborhood, it is just somewhere I don’t normally go. This is a private part of my life and I don’t need anyone else to know, just me and my new friend.

I find the apartment and tap at the door thinking that I do not want to generate any unnecessary attention from any neighbors and assuming that my new friend probably feels the same way. I hear the deadbolt being turned and the door opens slightly, my new friend is behind the door so I have no idea yet what she looks like. I enter and she steps out from behind the door. With heels, she is my height. Cool, I think, I like tall and she has natural black hair (almost big hair, but straight) falling below her shoulders. I like that too. She is wearing a halter style shoulderless black evening gown which stops above the knees, black sheer nylons and high heels. Her shoulders are a man’s shoulders although only because I know she is a man. She could as easily be a woman and have an athletic swimmer’s build. In a one piece Speedo swimming suit I am thinking she would look just fine. Maybe a little bulge but… I like that.

She welcomes me with a little peck on the cheek. I respond and seek out her lips and give her a brief kiss.