I fumbled with my keys as I stood waiting at his door, I had only just rang it but I am so nervous I can't stand the wait. I look up as he opens the door. I've met him several times in public but this is my first time to his home. He welcomes me in and we talk for a bit. Him sitting next to me on the couch, his hand on my thigh right at the edge of my dress, playing with the hem. I can barely think as his fingers graze over my thigh.
I take a deep breathe knowing he can hear the shakiness of it as well. I see him smile and he removes his hand. He stands up and puts his hand out for me to accept, I take it and stand up with him.
"Would you like to see the house?" he asks taking my hand.
I nod unable to talk at this point. I can still feel the burning heat of his hand on my thigh.
He leads me through the rooms of his beautiful house, and then to upstairs. I'm lead into a big room that seems similar to an office. A desk in the corner, a fireplace that is already lit, and over by the window is a chair. The kind you would sink into and read a good book. He leads me over to the chair and sits me down. "I'll be right back my pet" he whispers in my ear. I can instantly feel the pull deep inside me at his words. Anxious to see what he has prepared for me.
He comes over to me and stands me up, facing me against the window as he comes close behind me. I can feel his fingertips trail up along my arms to my hands, his breathe hot on the back of my neck. I can feel my legs tremble with excitement. Before I realize what's happening he pushes me against the window, the curtains are pulled back and the window is cold against the front of my body. I gasp at the unexpected movement. Turning my head to look back at him I'm met with his face next to mine, his body pressed tight against mine holding me against the window.