This story is a work of fiction and all involved are over the age of 18. This is my first story and is written for someone who will probably never read it here but that person was my muse and the only person who i had ever written for up until now. I hope you all enjoy.
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The anticipation was killing her. The months of texts and pictures, teasing and sexting had her wet and horny almost every day. But today was the day. It took some planning, but he was finally coming to see her. Her vibrator and the pulsing shower head just werent enough to satisfy her desires of late.
She spent all night last night picking out the perfect clothes. The sexy matching lingerie, the tight blouse, the sexy, snug fitting jeans that made her ass look perfect. She got out of bed and jumped in the shower, but, as soon as the water hit her naked body, she started thinking of him. His big arms, his tanned skin, his tattoos. She could feel herself getting wet, and not just from the shower. She positioned the pulsing shower head between her legs, hoping for a little release. It felt good and the orgasm was welcomed, but she needed more. She needed to feel him inside her.
As she toweled off, she checked the time. Only two more hours before he would be showing up at her door. That meant he was already on his way. She wondered what he was thinking as he made his three hour trip to see her. Was he as anxious? Was he as excited? Was he as horny? Only time would tell.
She gets dressed slowly, admiring her own body every step of the way. Making sure everything was perfect, from the smoothness of her skin, to every piece of clothing she put on. Would he like what she picked to wear? Would he be in a rush to strip her? Would he like her body? She knew he would. Hes seen plenty of pictures. And the lingerie? She bought it just for him and even asked his opinion on a few different options. She bought all the ones he liked anyhow in the hopes that someday she could show him how they look on her body.
She does her hair, just the way she knows he likes, thinking about how it will feel has he gently runs his fingers through her hair. She starts putting on makeup and, as shes working on her eyes, she thinks of him again. All the compliments hes given her on her eyes. Hes always telling her that her eyes are her best feature and at that thought, she blushes. Hes always been so nice, so sweet, so...loving? She knows shes fallen for him already and they've never even met in person.
She checks the mirror, then checks again, making sure everything is as perfect as can be. She checks the clock. Only 20 minutes until hes supposed to arrive. The thought of seeing him for real has her nervous, happy, scared, horny. Can you be horny and scared at the same time? Apparently it can happen. She realizes that shes never felt this kind of anticipation before today. Another check of the clock, 10 minutes. She wonders if he will be here right on time. What if hes late? What if he doesnt show? Nonsense, she knows he will be here.
Is he thinking of her right this moment? Is he gonna come straight in and take her to bed? The thought crossed her mind a few times. But no, he promised a fun day and hes told her more than once that its about more than just the sexual energy between them. The clock seems so slow right now. Five more minutes. But then she hears it.
The distinct sound of a motorcycle not far away. She didnt know he was bringing the bike but it made her even more excited. The thought of him on a big, sexy bike. She gets even more excited, both emotionally and sexually. Shes watching out the window as he pulls the bike into the driveway. She looks intently at him, his sleeveless shirt with his big, tan, tattooed arms showing. His ripped up old blue jeans. His biker boots and backwards hat. His nicely shaved and trimmed goatee. The sun glasses over his eyes. She wishes he would take them off so she could see his eyes and she gets her wish as he flips his sun glasses up and over his head to rest on the brim of his backwards hat.
She watches him walk up the driveway and she sees a confidence in his stride that puts her mind completely at ease. As he walks up the steps to the front door, she quickly scurries to the nearest mirror to give one last check and also to not be so close to the door when he knocks. She hears the knock and quickly composes herself as she slowly walks to the front door. As she opens the door she smiles and says "hello" and is greeted by a big smile from him along with a "hello beautiful!" She realizes hes looking right into her eyes and it feels like hes peering deep into her soul. She blushes and looks down briefly while inviting him in to the house. She watches him walk in and look around, and, as he walks past her she takes a peek at his butt. She tells him to make himself comfortable and offers him a drink to which he gladly accepts. As she gets out of view in the kitchen, she takes the time to compose herself again. Seeing this hot guy walk into her house, knowing hes here for her, knowing full well whats going to happen eventually, trying her hardest not to drag him straight to the bedroom.
She walks back out to the living room with two glasses of ice water and hands him one as she sits down across from him. All she can think about is putting her hands all over him. They make small talk as she looks him over from head to toe, but she avoids eye contact because every time their eyes meet she blushes at the feeling of him peering deep into her. She watches his lips moving as he talks, and imagines how those lips will feel pressed up against hers, and she blushes slightly at the thought of how those lips will feel on other parts of her body. She can feel his eyes taking in every inch of her as well, and by the smile on his face, and the confidence in his voice, she knows that hes fully enjoying what he sees.
They finish their waters and finalize the plans for the day, and, as she carries the empty glasses back to the kitchen, she can feel his eyes on her ass and she blushes at how much she enjoys him checking her out from behind. She walks back into the room and hes standing there smiling and waiting for her. He reaches his hand out and takes her hand in his.
He pulls her in close to him and leans over and whispers in her ear "ready for me to show you a good time?" She admires the softness and strength of his hand and the smell of his cologne, and as she responds with a "yes," he kisses her gently and briefly on the cheek which puts her mind at ease and she can feel herself melt into him, wanting so badly to kiss those lips and take him to bed.
She feels like putty in his hand and wonders how someone can do this to her? How can he just walk in here with this air of confidence and that wonderful smile and make her get so easily flustered. He gently tugs at her hand which pulls her out of her own thoughts and she follows him out the front door, with her hand still in his. He climbs on his bike and starts it up and offers a helping hand, which she gladly accepts, as she climbs on the bike behind him. He turns to her and asks if shes ready to go and she says "yes" as she wraps her arms around his chest. She leans her head in as close to him as she can and takes in his scent as they start to roar down the street. As they get out of town and on to the back highway, he cranks the throttle, making the engine roar, and she leans in closer, pressing her body to him as she holds tightly to him.
The feel of the wind in her hair, the scent of his body mixed with the outdoors, the feel of him in her arms, the vibration of the bike between her legs. Now there was something she didnt anticipate, the vibration between her legs was having a very arousing affect on her. Her senses were overwhelmed and yet, at the same time, she felt so relaxed and safe and comfortable around him. As she got more comfortable and relaxed, she loosened up her grip on him and began to gently caress his chest, even moving her hands up to his shoulders and rubbing down his arms. She thought of going lower but knew he had to focus on the ride so she decided to keep her hands well above his waist, for now anyhow.