She sat on the couch awaiting his arrival. Her anticipation was marked by her wetness. She heard him fumbling for his keys and jumped up to greet him. They embraced at the door. His arms held her firmly around her waist and hers wrapped around his neck. Their embrace lasted longer than usual. It was a special day, not one that was written on a calendar, but was written in the stars and in their hearts. They had been waiting for a year for this night. Over the last two weeks the plans were made and today come together.
She steps back from him letting him take a look her body in her new silky white attire with pink and purple flower accents along the bust line and crotch. She bought it especially for tonight. Since it was their first time she was nervous about what he thought. As if answering her question he said, "Wow, you look incredible." His eyes lingered on her breasts. He could see the outline of her hard nipples through the silk. His eyes traveled the flowers from her hips down to the point that covered her pussy.
He could tell that her juices had soaked through the silk by the way the candle light hit it. Then he realized that there were candles lit all around the living room and two glasses of wine were sitting on the coffee table. He wondered how long she had been waiting when she said, "Why don't we have a drink?" She took his hand and led him to the couch, then handed him his glass. He took a sip and glanced around the apartment. She had straightened up the place, lit candles, chilled wine and drawn a bath. They made nervous small talk both knowing what the other wanted to do.