This is my first submission ever. I hope you all enjoy!
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Tonight was the night.
Sloane held her phone in her hand but her fingers were still. She was staring down at the glowing screen, at a conversation.
"James (12:18 am): I want you tonight."
Prior to this evening, Sloane had only whimsically considered an actual one-night hookup with some stranger from the internet. It sounds so silly, and made her feel slightly embarrassed, but she had waited long enough. Tonight she was going to let someone fuck her, and it was going to be just what she needed- a release.
She couldn't reply too early, or she'd look desperate. She wanted to maintain the allusion that she was out being sociable and cosmopolitan when instead she was in her robe, making final preparations.
"Sloane (12:30 am): 273 E Belleview. Apartment 4."
Sloane hesitated for a moment. Was she really going to do this? Fuck it, yeah.
Hitting send, she immediately set the phone down on the bathroom counter. Time to do a mental checklist. Shaved legs. Check. Shaved...everything else. Check. Lotioned and smooth. She listed herself in body spray and she was ready.
Wandering through the rest of the apartment completely naked, with the light reflecting off her newly-shaved body, Slone turned off all the lights. She lit a few candles and placed them in no certain order around her room. Her bed was made. Incense was burning.
Passing the standing mirror, she admired the way her body looked in the warm light of the candles. Damn. This is my lighting. From the bathroom, she heard her text tone. She retrieved it a little faster than usual.
"James (12:55 am): Fifteen minutes."
Butterflies filled Sloane's stomach. Well, it's too late now without some awkward explanation. I'm doing it. I'm really doing it. Biting her lip, she wasted no time with her reply.
"Sloane (12:57 am): I'll be on all fours on my bed. Ass up. Waiting for you."
Pleased with herself, Sloane smirked a bit and set her phone on the nightstand adjacent to the bed. She couldn't help but imagine how much that turned him on. She unlocked the front door, and checked herself out in the mirror one last time. Walking back into her smoky bedroom, she crawled onto her soft bed and assumed the position. Her face was in the covers, but she was listening for anyone in the hallway.
What felt like an eternity later, there was a set of footsteps that fell dead outside her door. There was a moment of hesitation, but then the front door began to open slowly.
Slone's body tingled with anticipation. Her pussy, up in the air, started to get wet with the very thought of what was going to happen. To her surprise, he was completely silent. He shut the door behind him and walked straight into the threshold her room where he paused. She was right in front of him, on the bed, bent over. He didn't say hello. He didn't try to strike up an awkward conversation. Absolutely nothing. After a moment or two he walked toward the bed. There was s faint clank of a belt and a zipper being unzipped. He crawled up behind her and that's when she felt his rough hands smooth over her back and ass, moving their way down to her pussy.
"Look how wet you are."