Mark suggested we should meet up to get to know each other better. Having not switched on cams at all made it even more exciting. But not only that. He also said he wanted to teach me a thing or two about confidence. I agreed to it. We lived only a 20 minute ride by scooter from each other. So Mark proposed he would come over that very moment. He totally caught me by surprise but, curious as I was, I agreed. My place was a mess. I wasn’t ready to invite him over. I tried to tell him, but he convinced me.
“That’s not what I’m coming over for.”
Then he added that he would appreciate it if I dressed up nicely. I had no idea what he meant so I asked him.
He admitted, for starters, that he had a soft spot for high heels. I told him I didn’t have any proper high heels, just ones with a low heel and a simple strap around the ankle.
“Perfect to start off with,” was Mark’s response.
He also loved lingerie. It was essential for a girl to feel good, according to him. Lingerie was not something I was big on, but I had a simple black set. It was cheap, from H&M, and did not fit very well, but I threw it on underneath my regular dad jeans and wide sweater. Finally, he asked me to wear my hair down. It would accentuate my femininity. I found myself agreeing and did as he asked. I did want to look good for him. Mark then told me to wait as he’d come over on his scooter. He said he would be there in about thirty minutes.
It was 8.15 when we finished our Skype chat, and it seemed like an eternity before he arrived. I first did what I was asked to do. My robe pretty much covered me up completely, so I wasn’t showing a lot of myself. I then hurried to tidy up the place a bit as well. I put on my favorite Chanel perfume, put on a bit of makeup (eyeliner mostly), and decided I should send Carla a quick Whatsapp message about what was happening.
“Mark is coming over! No idea what I’m doing, lol. Thanks a bunch I guess!? xoxo.”
She was probably awaiting my message because she replied almost immediately, “Wooo, you go girl! Have fun! X.”
9.00PM. Still no sign of Mark. I checked my makeup again. Was he going to stand me up?
9.10PM. Ding Dong.
I hurried to the buzzer. I live on the third floor of an apartment building and through the intercom my voice was halting, “Hello! Who’s there?”
I heard in a low soft voice, “Hi there, shy girl.”
A warm feeling went through me and I buzzed Mark inside. I awaited him at the top of the stairs and listened to him climb the stairs.
Damn, this Mark was exactly how Carla had described him, possibly even better! When he reached my floor and stood in front of me he seemed a lot wider and more muscular than I had imagined. Possibly this was because of his bomber jacket that made him look extra buff. His jaw was very pronounced and smoothly shaven. His skin was very dark, almost black. He had a well groomed short afro haircut and his eyes were dark dark brown. He wasn’t as tall as I had imagined, but then again, that could be because I was on heels.
I just sort of stood there and didn’t really know what to do or say. Luckily he did.
“Hey, there shy girl,” he said, with a low, assuring voice, and he gave me a hug. I felt his big hand press against my back. A shiver ran all the way down my spine.
I entered my own apartment, kind of ashamed I wasn’t able to make it more cozy, but he didn’t seem to care much. He calmly took in what he saw: a typical Amsterdam girlie student apartment. Small, loads of stuff, and mostly second hand or Ikea furniture. It wasn’t much, but I liked it.
He took off his jacket, walked over to my mini sofa, moved over a pile of magazines, and sat down. I took him in for a moment. His chest was wide, his shoulders were squarish and his arms were veiny. He surely worked out all right.
“How about we start this off with a drink?” he asked as he smiled at me.
“Right, of course! Sorry, how rude of me.” I jumped up and walked over to my small kitchen corner.
“Anything in mind?”
“You surely don’t have anything strong, do you?”
I kicked myself for not having something stronger.
“I have white wine and I’ve got some Bacardi, if you want?”
“With some ice that’s fine, shy girl. And have one yourself as well,” he said.
I made him his drink and handed it to him. He took a sip, nodded approvingly, and leaned back on my sofa. He had this coolness about him like he knew exactly what he was doing. I for sure did not, so I leaned against the doorpost, not sure what was going to happen now. Maybe it was the fact that he was thirty-something and more experienced in life and I was just a twenty-two-year-old with no idea what I was doing?
After some small talk, he proceeded.
“Alright shy girl, thanks so much for inviting me over. Let’s see. I’d love to teach you how to get all the self confidence you could ever imagine. How to go from shygirl to flygirl! How does that sound?”
I nodded shyly and said softly, “Yeah, cool.”
“All you gotta do is follow my lead. Can you do that?”
“Yea, I guess so? Depends on what you mean?”
“I take that as a yes.”
“Very well, shygirl,” he said. “I’m going to teach you how to boost your confidence.”
He went on.
“First of all: presentation. First impressions always last. You clearly need to work on this.”
“But…,” I tried to counter him.
“No buts, just listen carefully to me. Presentation is all about showing what you got, your ‘goods’ as they say. For example, your lips! Damn girl, you have some mighty fine puffy lips. Did you know guys love puffy lips?”
“Do you have some bright red lipstick? You need to accentuate those, make them stick out!”
“Uhm.. I don’t think I have any. No.”
“Damn girl, you don’t have red lipstick around with lips like those? Such a shame! Go out and buy some tomorrow. Do you have lip gloss?”
“I have Labello,” I tried.
“Get some proper lip gloss tomorrow as well, girl.”
Mark was getting into the groove now and he was making me feel like I missed out on something all these years. I wanted more! I felt shivers running up and down my spine. And a general warmth suffused my body. Where were these feelings coming from? What was he doing to me?
“I feel kinda stupid not having any.”
“Don’t worry shygirl, you’re young and still learning. Last thing I’m going to say about makeup; men like it. A lot. Do you ever do smokey eyes? If not, do it from now on. Makes you look mysterious.”
“Alright, I think you get the picture. Number two: posture. Stand up in front of me.”
I stood up in front of him.
“The right posture allows you to emphasize your assets. We already spoke about those fine lips of yours. Now let’s have a closer look at your other assets.”
‘That enormous sweater is making it hard for me to see your figure. Would you mind taking it off?”
I hesitated for just a moment. ‘
“Ok,” I gulped, and pulled the sweater over my head.
I was wearing a white tank top underneath, tucked into my jeans. I readjusted the top so it covered my cheap lingerie as I looked at Mark again.
He continued, “Can you take off the tank top as well? If you want to get confident it’s essential to judge what assets you have so I can advise you how best to use them.”
I hesitated again. Losing my footing with this unreasonable demand. But my heart was racing. And those damned shivers kept racing around inside my body.
“Uhm, okay, makes sense,” I said, as I pulled the tank top out of my pants and over my head.
My heart was pounding as I stood there, clad scantily in my bra and jeans. My chest was heaving and I felt myself starting to lose control. His eyes roved over my body. They excited me.
Mark frowned at me after I took it off.
“Damn girl,” he said.
I wasn’t very confident to begin with and his comment made me even more insecure.
“Your breasts! At the gym, I never noticed them. What size are they?”
“Really? I swear I was convinced they were smaller from what I’d seen in the gym. You must’ve packed them in real good at the gym.”
I chuckled at his comment. But secretly I was pleased that he liked them. He paused for a moment and took a sip of his Bacardi.
“Oh, yea, a small ‘in between’ rule: when I take a sip of my drink, so do you. Got it?”
He smiled at me and leaned back again on the couch. Did he accidentally touch his crotch just now?
“Ok, got it.”
“Cool. Now, would you mind taking off your jeans as well? I can’t judge your assets with those baggy jeans on.”
This was so entirely inappropriate. But somehow I felt my head nodding in agreement. I took off my small heels, unbuttoned my jeans gently, and fumbled them off of me. I couldn’t help feeling clumsy while I did so. Mark nodded approvingly as I stood in front of him in my H&M lingerie.
“Alright, girl please spin around for me.”
I did a quick spin on my toes.
“No no no. Spin slower, girl.”
I tiptoed in a small circle. When I faced Mark again, his eyelids were raised again.
“You really have a fine ass, shy girl. Turn around halfway for me.”
I was sure now. Mark had run his hand over his crotch again when I spun for the second time. I turned around and looked over my shoulder to see Mark’s reaction. I watched him as Mark tilted his head a bit and squeezed his eyes together.
‘Thanks. Turn sideways for me now.”
I turned ninety degrees, so he was able to see my profile.
“Very good, girl. Come a bit closer.”
I tiptoed toward him, still standing sideways, about a meter away from him. Mark sat up straight and with one hand, he reached out to touch my left ass cheek. My entire body shuddered at his touch. But it was a good shudder. I liked the feel of his strong hand on my body.
“Do you mind?” he asked.
“No, not at all,” I said.
He gently squeezed it, put his hand under my ass, lifted it briefly, and let it go again.
“Very nice, Emma. Such a fine and firm ass. But yet, so much that can be improved!”
“What do you mean?” I questioned him. My doubts returning. Uncertainty growing stronger.
“Well, your posture. What you need to learn, Emma is how to pose correctly. Let me explain. Rotate your hips a bit forward and push your ass back. As if you were to bend over, but keep standing up straight.”
He positioned two fingers on my hip and motioned what I had to do. I rotated my hips following his instructions. My hips shifted forwards and I felt my ass move backward.
“That’s it, there you go,” Mark commented. He leaned back.
“Yes, that is much better.”
“Next step is to make those fine breasts stand out like they were meant to. You see, right now your shoulders are hanging forward. This is not only bad for your back, but it also makes your breasts sag. What we want to do, is make them stick out forward.”
He pointed at my shoulders.
“To do this, you need to arch your back and push your shoulders back. Try squeezing your shoulder blades together.”
I followed Mark’s instructions. I felt the tension on the front of my bra increase. As I looked down, I noticed my breasts were now pointed forward and slightly to the side.
“There you go, girl. It’s that easy.”
I smiled at him and giggled, feeling thankful.
“One last thing. You need to tighten the straps of your bra a bit. It will help you keep the right posture. Here, let me help you out.”
He got up and adjusted my bra. I felt the added pressure squeeze on my boobs. I looked down and noticed they were slightly overflowing my bra. That couldn’t be right, could it?
Looking down, I said, “It seems kinda tight, don’t you think?”
“No, it’s perfect like this.”
Mark went on, “Trust me, this is what is going to give you confidence.”
I looked at myself in the mirror on my door from different angles and I noticed the strap of my bra was now airborne. I also noticed my breasts were reaching sideways much further. I was still able to see them when I had my back turned to the mirror. Wow! I smiled at Mark, who smiled back.
“Told you, girl! Now, what I want you to do is show how you’d walk around at your college tomorrow, keeping in mind my tips. Remember: flaunt it if you got it!”
I took his advice to heart and walked as proudly as I could towards him and when I almost reached him I pushed my hips out a bit further backward.
“This is good shygirl, good stuff,” Mark said while observing me. “There you go! You see what you did there? How you showed off your ass? That’s what will leave an impression and what will give you the confidence you need.”
“Yay!” I said, and Mark smiled at me. He took another sip of his Bacardi and leaned back, enjoying the fruits of our effort.
Feeling more confident immediately I turned to him, put my hands on my knees, and leaned forward. I pressed my breasts together between my arms and asked, “So, what’s next?”
Mark enjoyed the view between my breasts and said, “Look at that confidence, girl!”
Then he nodded to my ass.
“Girl, I love this site, but you’ve got to keep up you’re A-game or else we can’t move to the next phase.”
I looked at him with a questioning look, “What do you mean?”
“Girl, you gotta arch that back before your ass starts sagging.”
“Of, of course. Sorry!”
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I tilted my hips, making my ass stick out again.
“Further,” Mark said.
Mark looked at my moves and approved.
“Yes, that’s better. That’s what I wanna see. I want your ass to invite me,” he said and grinned.
“I think we’re ready for the next step,” he suggested.
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