In decent.

We met up for coffee. I was hot shower-fresh straight from the gym after a long day at work. He said he had just gotten off from work himself. But judging from his less than casual get-up, he probably lived nearby and had a quick change before making his way to meet me. He would be past his 40s. I'd say about 44. Probably of Spanish origin. We both didn't give out last names and based our racial impression on assumption. He seemed calm. But he conversed very politely. His reservation struck me as educated. But for his age, I must say that he is pretty well-built, not muscular-tone, but indubitably sexy.

He didn't want sex. There would be no touching. There would be no kissing. There would be no fondling. And that was just the strangest thing I've ever gotten from a meet-up. Wait, I am not saying that everyone I meet up with ends up in a sack and naked with me. Almost. This was different. His proposition was strange as it was very simple. He just wanted to watch me touch myself.

It took a while for me to ingest the request. But in the end, despite my doubts, I agreed to do it because of two things. First, I think the experience would make for a really interesting entry. Second, I think he was pretty hot that he'd end up breaking the conditions of his proposal. So without finishing our drinks, we make our way to his condo. He drove a black brand new SUV with no plate number. When we got to his condo I doubt that it was his home-home. Perhaps it was a half-way place where he can stay the night if work caught up with his schedule. It was pretty bare save for a bed with white sheets, a plain small table with two chairs and a trash bin by the sink near the washroom. No TV. Just an air conditioning unit which I asked him not to turn on as I enjoy getting all sweaty. The place had a balcony. And the view from the 29th floor was breathtaking.

He dimmed the lights, turned on the lamp and sat in front of the bed. I took off my shirt by the balcony, and an article of clothing until I reached the bed with only my white undies. He sat there. Still. Intently watching as I run my hands on my skin, over my head, pulling my hair. I ran my left hand across my face leaving the index finger flirting all around my lips before finally introducing it to my tongue. My right hand plunged into my crotch and woke up the little devil. Then undies off. There was an angry beating back against the bed's head. Legs spread apart. Then I turned around on my knees and left hand on the bed. My ass met his stare as my right hand continued the deed. Then I turn again. This time on my knees while my back rested in my left arm's strength. He had an erection. But he didn't even stroke himself. He just stayed there. Still. I would switch positions two more times until I lay down the bed and scream "Here I go!"

I caught my breath and see him fixing his erection in his shorts. I smiled. He smiled. When I got up, he told me to clean up in the showers. A towel was there and some small packets of liquid soap and shampoo. It felt like a silly little hotel. The shower was one of those nice expensive models that seem to massage your back when the water runs. I am definitely getting one of those when I get my own place. The towel he set was really soft too. As soon as I dried up, I rolled the towel around my waist and stepped out of the shower.

The lights were still dim and the lamp remained on. The breeze was cool. And the room was empty. I was alone. I thought that was one hell of a rude dude. So I picked up my clothes from the balcony and all over the floor and dressed up. I checked my phone for messages then I sat by the bed. There was one from him that read: "you can spend the night just lock up when you leave". I turned by the bedside lamp to turn it off when I saw a plain white envelop resting beside it.

Inside, cash.

There were probably twenty seven questions that ran through my head, but after facing each one, leaving some unanswered, bottom line was I didn't feel bad about what had transpired. It felt okay. Just a bit weird at the seams. Anyway, it was getting late and I had work the next day, so I left. With the money, of course.