I met Sara while I was working security for a local banking enterprise. She worked in the customer service department, and I did security for the bank. Sara was a curvy girl with a fantastic smile and eyes. She dressed stylish and fashionable. In the summer she would wear beautiful colorful dresses that flowed down just past her knees, revealing powerful calves. I found Sara beautiful in her unique way, and she had my interest from the beginning.Our friendship started very casually. I would be at my desk as she got to work, left for lunch, and went home. Usually a head nod, then a hello, then small talk. As the days went on, and we grew used to seeing each other, we got much friendlier. She would stop at my desk regularly to talk, ask if I wanted lunch, and to see how I was. We would smile at one another each time our paths crossed.Our flirting intensified over the following months. Sara and I became very friendly. I remember the events leading up to istanbul travesti our wonderful night together. Sara had been complaining of some back pain for a few days, an injury that was caused from sitting at her desk all day. I didn’t think much of it until she was at my desk one day. She was saying she needed to get to a chiropractor. I’m not sure why I said it, but I confidently offered to massage her. Half-jokingly, half-serious I thew out the offer. Without even a hesitation I remember Sara looking at me, and smiling.”Ok.” She said. That’s it. Just an “ok”. Our eyes met and she said, “When?””I’m off the next two days if that works,” I told her.”My roommate’s gone all week, how about tomorrow night?” she asked me.That worked for both of us. Before we could overthink what just happened, Sara left my desk and made her way back to work.That same day I never saw Sara leave the building like I normally do. I wondered if everything was travesti istanbul all right with her or if she had become nervous. After my shift was done I went home as usual. Later on that evening I received a text from Sara, she had messaged me her address as well as a time to show up. Looks like she was not chickening out.The following evening I arrived at Sara’s house at 7:00 p.m. She lived on a third-floor apartment in town. As I knocked on the door I became aware of how nervous I was, wondering what type of massage she would let me give.Sara opened the door in a Chinese style bathrobe. Her hair was up high in a bun. Sarah looked so real, and vulnerable. There was no heavy makeup applied to her face, no corporate clothing to try to impress executives.When the door was opened, her apartment was dark inside with a few low-lit lamps and candles. She greeted me cheerfully and invited me in.The apartment smelled of lavender and looked istanbul travestileri like it had been decorated by a professional.”Hey! Nice place,” I told her.”Thanks,” she said smiling. “You can massage me in here,” she said as she walked me to the bedroom.Inside her room was a king-size bed with a TV on, a music remix station was on YouTube. She had candles lit, and the TV brightened the room. My eyes adjusted quickly to the low light. Sara was looking amazingly beautiful.I grabbed some towels and laid them on the end of the bed to prevent oil from getting to the comforter. Using my hand I padded on the bed for Sara to lie down.Sarah casually walked towards where I was standing, she dropped her robe to the floor. She was nude, minus a pair of black panties. Booty short type. Her breasts were solid D’s and sagged as if she had lost weight but they never perked back up. Her body was covered in beautiful light freckles. I didn’t try to hide my stares, she knew that I was enjoying the view.Sara got on her stomach and laid down. I reached for the oil I brought and began to squirt it on her back. I peered down at her body below me, her curves, scars, and womanly figure. Her ass looked perky and divine in her panties.