She watched intently as he slowly unzipped his pants. He teasingly lowered the form-fitting corduroys an inch or two at a time.
"I'm too sexy for my pants, too sexy for my pants" he began to chant in that deep, southern voice that piqued her interest from the first 'hello'.
Katie giggled coyly at the sight of her long-time friend, yet new time lover confidently exposing himself in front of her. "Ryan, honey, shouldn't we be clothing ourselves, rather than undressing if we want to make dinner before they give away our reservations?" Katie questioned.
"Reservations? Who cares about reservations at a world renowned French cafΓ©? If we lose our table, we order pizza! Now, where was I?"
"Dinner..." Katie replied as she gazed into those rich green eyes staring back at her. She could feel the passion emanating from every inch of his toned, muscular body as he took her right hand in his and lowered it to caress his bulging area. "...or not," she surrendered and began stroking his shaft.
"Oh baby, I've been waiting a long time for this moment," Ryan stated, "let's make this a night to remember."
Katie playfully shoved Ryan so that he was on the other side of the king sized bed, facing her. She slowly turned around and pushed the play button on the stereo, which was ideally set for romantic 'mood music'. As Katie twirled around, careful not to miss a beat, she began to unbutton her blouse. While engaged in her striptease, the 22 year old country girl began to question the motives of her chat buddy. Sure, she'd maintained his interest with her witty remarks and subtle humor through hours upon hours of internet chatting, but now, in the moment, he seemed way out of her league.
What does this 24 year old, successful, charming, gorgeous man, with his calm demeanor and chiseled physique want with me? I'm just your average, 'girl next door' who hails from the boondocks of West Virginia. There's no way I'd ever survive in the metro-DC area with him. What am I thinking?
"Sweetie? Katie? Are you alright? You seem to be lost in thoughts," Ryan inquired. "Is there something you want to talk about?"