WORSHIPING RHONDA.

Introducing myself to Rhonda, admiring her clear creamy skin, all the usual singles questions from both of us, flirting with our eyes. A hand on her ass as we flirted close up some more. No objections from her as my hand became bolder all over her wonderful big ass, trying to feel if she was wearing any knickers.

Rhonda taking the initiative with a confident and very comfortable smile, “No, in case you were wondering, I am not wearing any knickers, they would spoil the line of my skirt.”

Inviting her for a late dinner. As the conversation progressed, taking the plunge by telling her I had an ass fetish. Rhonda’s interest piqued. Asking me to tell her more, which I did.

Telling her, “I would love to undress you to expose your magnificent, big naked ass for me. Kiss and lick it, worship it before I fuck you while sitting in a chair, with you sitting on my erection with your wonderful ass in my hands while I admire your beautiful big ass in the mirror opposite.” Immediately wondering if I had gone too far so soon after meeting her.

Rhonda had her hand on my slacks over my cock. Asking me to tell her again about my ass fetish. “Would you really like to kiss and lick my ass, worship it?” My cock growing while she asked how big I was. Replying, a gentleman never tells, as I gained an erection for her, a huge and obvious tent in my slacks, while looking Rhonda in the eye while fantasizing about her naked body.

Rhonda accepting my invitation for dinner in my condo the next night while I escorted her to her Uber, kissing with our tongues as we said goodbye. Teasing me by asking, “Do you really want kiss and lick my ass, worship it?,” while running her hand over my now semi-erect cock under my slacks.

Calling her at home less than an hour later, asking her what she wears to bed. Telling me nonchalantly, “Just a dab of French perfume.” Fighting to stop myself from telling her I was naked for her at that moment, masturbating my oily erection, fantasizing about her naked body and wonderful big ass.

The next night, Rhonda asking me over dinner, “I want you to tell me some more about your ass fetish. I have never had a man with an ass fetish. In fact, I am fascinated with your ass fetish,” she smiled as she turned her back, and ever so slowly lifted her knee length dress to momentarily flash her glorious thighs, hips and ass bulging out of a skimpy black g-string, highlighted by her heels. Making me want to have her wonderful ass even more, worship it, fuck it.

“The thought of satisfying your ass fetish is a turn on for me Cecil,” Rhonda told me with great aplomb, so confident. Asking, “Did you realize fetishes are usually triggered by a childhood event, a learned behavour. Would you like to tell me what triggered your ass fetish?”

“I would love to tell you Rhonda, there is even a name for my fetish, pygophilia. I still get turned on thinking about what triggered my ass fetish.