How does one really GFE? Start with sitting on the steps to the address you are looking for, like a woman waiting for her man to return from war. Short shorts, tank top, and looking sexy as hell on such a hot July day. I immediately recognize her nearly a block away from her pictures (which really don't do her justice) that beautiful body and those oh so long legs that just beg to be worshiped. Her breasts gave that tank top a incredible life of their own. She wasn’t so quick to spot me, but then again I had recently completely shaved my head and my photo she had seen wasn’t quite the same so I will let that slide! With a warm embrace on the steps to the brownstone, we ventured inside. The place was a nice (small) unit, I thought it cute that she had just been watching Jeopardy and she could probably give someone a real run for their money on that show, as she is very intelligent with wit, brains and humor to match her amazing looks. I felt immediately comfortably laying aside her, face to face for a bit of get to know you conversation. We spent quite sometime there just chatting, so easy to do with her that the reason for us even meeting seemed so far out of our minds, like we were old lovers on a rendezvous who were catching up on the years gone by since we had last seen one another. I couldn’t help but continue to take in all her beauty and fully enjoy her for the amazing gal she is, for non VIP’s all I can say is, yes, this is the GFE by definition the time was unrushed, thoroughly enjoyable in every way, from the conversation, to the amazing sex – I may just have found my next wife, and take her off the market!