Brian was at work when I left the house. I can't believe that I am doing this. I am nervous, scared, and turned on like never before. After ten months of texting and sending sexy pictures, I can't believe I am on my way to fuck you finally. I hope that I am to your liking.
I found you on Facebook and never thought it would be like this. I initiated the communication, but you took it further after seeing my pictures. You asked me to send dirty pictures to you. I got so excited at the thought of you looking at my naked body (and maybe even jacking off) so I took a bath and shaved my pussy just for your pictures. You see, you were the first boy I ever kissed.
Remembering that kiss brings back a host of feelings. We were so young and you had just found out that your dad was being transferred. You told me to meet you at the corner because you had something to tell me. After telling me you were leaving that night, you French kissed me. I had never had another person's tongue in my mouth. I was slightly grossed out and slightly excited. I wasn't sure exactly how I was supposed to feel, but you made me aroused for the first time in my life (when I wasn't doing it to myself) and that left me wanting to learn more.
After those first few pictures, you started placing orders for what you wanted me to do. I was to spread my legs wide and take a picture for you. That one was followed by a shot from behind. I used the mirror to get a great shot of my round, tan ass and lower back tattoo. I couldn't spread my ass cheeks like you requested. I hope there are repercussions for not following directions.
We spoke daily on the phone and you told me that you wanted to fuck me ever since you saw my pictures on the computer. That turned into pussy and tit shots; along with the video of me fucking myself until I squirted. You love that trick. I asked for pics of your cock; the ones you sent me made so hot. Those pics helped me get myself off many times while Brian was away.
Now I find myself driving two hours to meet you at a motel. You are working out of town for a few days and I am coming to collect the sex that you have owed me for 20 years. My husband believes that I have a workshop to attend for my job. Your wife knows you are out of town working. This is a first for us both. I am almost sick feeling about the lying and deception. But, I am wet with anticipation.
You told me to wear a low cut dress with no panties underneath. I was to have my hair pinned up with messy tendrils hanging. Your last order was for sexy heels. I followed your directions and I hope I do not disappoint you. I feel so sexy with no panties, but I am nervous. We are not spring chickens anymore; I worry about wrinkles and divots. I remind myself of your reaction to my picture from behind. You said that I "ruined" you. You will never get that picture out of your head, you said. You also told me that I was in for the fucking of my life. Damn, I am nervous.
The entire drive is filled with questions. Will I recognize you? Will you want me? You do realize that I am not thin, right? I'm curvy with the shape that childbirth game me. What will be your first reaction? How can I do this to Brian? Does this make me a bad person? But, thinking about being under your body as you hammer me furiously makes me want to finger myself. I'm going to die; this drive is taking forever.
As I see the motel sign, my heart starts pounding even more. You told me to meet you next door at the little beer joint first. You want to extend and multiply the anticipation of what the night holds in store. I still cannot believe that I am doing this! I am crazy.
I see the bar and my heart almost stops. I am going to die, right here. After parking the car, I get out and realize that my pussy is extremely wet. I can feel the wind through my dress. It cools my cunt, but only slightly. The wetness is only beginning. I am feeling faint and hesitate before walking in to the beer joint. Okay, here goes, it's now or never. I fake confidence and stride towards the door.
I step inside slowly to find about 10 people hanging out there. Most are drinking and a few are playing pool. They all notice me. I am overdressed for a little dive like this. Their eyes are pouring over my body. I wonder, can they tell I'm wet? Did they notice there is no panty line? Where are you? Did you see me and change your mind? What do I do now?
Reaching the bar, the chick behind it looks me up and down and with a slight grin; she asks me what I want. I take a few seconds and decide I DO need a drink. I am trying to relax and order a glass of cheap wine; I feel a presence slide up behind me. I feel your breath on the back of my neck. You growl into my ear, "I hope that I don't hurt you tonight." I lose my breath and try to recover. I don't want to look desperate. The truth is I AM desperate, desperate to bury your cock somewhere in my body. At this point, I really don't care where. Then you say, "You look exquisite and I am going to enjoy making you look like a whore."