He texts you to tell you he has arrived in town, your heart beats faster as you read on, he asks if you can meet him at his hotel at two that afternoon. Your fingers tremble as you text back your acceptance.
You begin immediately to ready yourself, First you take a hot shower, the needles of water stimulate your body and you lather yourself with luxurious soapy bubbles. You turn the shower off and dry yourself with a warm fluffy towel. You stand naked in front of your full length mirror. You are pleased with your reflection, your still wet hair forms a halo around your face, Your big brown eyes look back at you and your gaze wanders down the reflection of your body. The creamy smooth skin of your shoulders and chest slopes down to your protruding breasts, soft and round and milky white, emphasising the darker nipples at the point of each breast. your eyes follow to your waist, nicely slim, then the slight bulge of your stomach, your cute belly button, the slope of your belly to the tops of your legs. your gaze settles on your female sex, lightly surrounded with soft dark hair silky smooth to the touch of your fingers as you gently caress your pussy lips. "Will his fingers touch me here," you ask yourself, and you hear yourself answer "Oh please, I hope so."
You apply your make-up and add your favourite perfume You go to your lingerie draw and take out your best underwear, lacy black bra with matching thong and suspender belt. You know he would like to see you in your suspender belt, his favourite garment, he had mentioned in his numerous emails, but it is very warm and you don't want to wear stockings so you put it back in the draw and you wear just the bra and thong. Over the top you wear a simple short straight black dress.
You had met Charles while indulging in your favourite pastime of looking on the Internet for interesting people, It was never your intention to meet anyone in person, just the thrill of contacting and chatting with people you would never have known otherwise.
From the very first time you said,"Hi" to Charles you had been attracted to him, first with the things you spoke about, then after a couple of months you exchanged photographs. You thought he was very handsome, and he said very nice things about you.
Slowly over time, relationships and sex came into your conversations, and it was from then on that the sound of his voice and the things he said to you, began to turn you on. After every conversation a wetness formed in your pussy, and you knew you wanted to meet him.
But he lived in a town a long way from yours, You could not envisage any way you could get together. It was therefore a shock and a thrill when he said he could visit you and spend a couple of days with you, and today, he was here in your town.
You look good and you feel good. Now it is time to go. You phone for a cab and it is at the front of your house in minutes. You direct the driver to the hotel,feeling nervous on the journey, you arrive and pay off the taxi.
The automatic doors swing open and you go straight to reception and ask for your man. Within a couple of minutes he emerges from the lift and for the very first time, you lay eyes on each other.
He walks towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. He stands in front of you and you have to look up, He is taller than you expected but muscular and handsome. His blue eyes twinkle and he takes your hand, saying. "Hello Kaye."
"Hello," you only just whisper, He is speaking again but you have difficulty hearing him over your thumping heart. Then he is leading you to the lift. You begin to calm down as the elevator rises, you smile at each other but no words are spoken. The lift stops and you exit, he leads you along the corridor and stops outside room 507, he opens the door. You enter together and he closes the door behind you.
Looking around you see an expensive room, you look at the King size bed in the middle. Your mind idly asks why does he want such a big bed to himself, then you realise that he booked a large bed because he knew you would be here with him, and you smile to yourself.
"Would you like a drink Kaye?" he is asking you,