Like most mornings after a late shift at the Tilted Kilt, I awake around 11 am and lay in bed as the day comes into focus. The sheets felt cool on my nude body and I realized my roommate, Shari, had left the air conditioner on before she left for work. It's Summer in San Diego and the days of late have been unseasonably warm. After a few minutes, I slid out of the covers and found my way to the bathroom. Sitting down on the cool toilet seat, I pissed a stream while pointing my morning-firm eight-inch penis into the bowl. I washed my hands and face and walked the hallway to the kitchen. Thankfully, Shari had left me half a pot of coffee.
Crawling back under the sheets, I grabbed my laptop to check my e-mail while sipping my coffee. There were a couple notes from friends and an add from my credit card company. I almost deleted the fourth one down, dismissing it as junk since it was from an unknown sender. Just as I was about to hit delete, I realized it referenced Susan in the subject line. Seeing her name intrigued me, and made my soft penis wiggle just a bit at the pleasant memories of her. It was from a woman in Japan named Miki Mizuasa. She said she would be visiting San Diego in three days for a business conference and that Susan had suggested I might be interested to meet her. The note was vague, but Miki implied it worth be well worth my time to meet with her.
I was intrigued, to say the least. I replied that since Susan had referred her, I would be happy to meet her in the hotel lounge on Tuesday evening, as she suggested. The Omni Hotel was one of the finest in the downtown area. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was sure it would be interesting!
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I decided to wear a sheer, black dress that stopped mid-thigh and four-inch heels. I'm 5'7", so the heels made me nearly six feet tall and accentuated my long, tanned legs. It was pretty clear the intentions of the evening, so I figured I should advertise my assets. The bar was moderately crowded for a Tuesday evening with a decided Japanese clientele. I took a chair at the bar and ordered a martini. My long, shoulder-length blonde hair and bare legs attracted more than a few looks and even a couple drink offers from older Japanese guests.
