I was nervous. We had met for lunch and talked about what we both wanted from this relationship at our first meeting, exchanged emails and telephone calls and were about to meet 'properly' for the first time.
My stomach churning and my heart pounding in anticipation, I waited for you outside the hotel, as instructed and breathed a sigh of relief as I saw you walking towards me. Though I trusted you implicitly, my insecurity had still had me wondering if you would actually show up. As you approached I dropped a small curtsey, as previously instructed and tentatively smiled up at you. The warm appreciation in your eyes made my heart swell and quelled my nervousness somewhat. You checked us into the room and gestured for me to walk in front of you, climbing the stairs before you. As I climbed the stairs, I was gratified to hear an "Mmmm" from behind me and entered the room in front of you.
Mindful of your instructions, once in the room I dropped a deep curtsey then presented myself to you with my feet apart, my hands crossed behind me and my eyes lowered. As you circled me inspecting your property, I felt a sense of shame being somewhat overweight and couldn't help feeling that maybe you were thinking you had made a mistake with me. That was soon dispelled when you placed a finger under my chin to raise my eyes to yours, you smiled at me and told me you were pleased then told me to go to the bathroom, undress and freshen up then return to the room and sit on the end of the bed wearing the underwear you had purchased for me -- a beautiful white basque with flesh coloured stockings and a dΓ©colletage that pushed up and accentuated my large breasts. You told me that you would depart for 30 minutes to give me time to prepare.