Anxiously I await our arrival at your place, sitting there in the driver's seat, my hands shaking and my heart fluttering in anticipation at what is to come. I am so nervous and so happy that I can barely see the road ahead of me, but fate is on my side and, at last, I pull into your driveway, park the car and get out.
Watching you as I step over to you, I am already in awe of how handsome you look tonight. Your hands grasp my arms gently and you softly whisper, "How are you?" I can barely mumble my reply, "Fine...you?" You don't answer but instead a sly grin crosses your lips and you release me and lead me into your apartment.
Once in your bedroom, you tell me that you are going to go shower. I would love to join you but tonight I can see that the anticipation will make it even more worthwhile, so I ask you to set out a clean towel for me when you are finished, and you disappear into the bathroom.
I sit quietly in your room, waiting for you to come back to me, and decide we should start this part of the evening with a movie. I flip through your vast selection choose a fairly new one that I have not yet seen: one with just the right mix of comedy, drama, and not to be ignored, a steamy sex scene. I put the movie in and hit pause, waiting for your return.
You do, walking into the room purposefully, and you grab me, lean me back, and kiss me. I lightly touch your hair and skin, and it is all wet and soft and clean. I want you so badly already but now it is my turn to shower and I promptly turn and head toward the door, leaving you behind and pretending to ignore the look of desire on your face that is equal to the way I feel inside.
Inside the shower, I quickly wash my face and then my hair, breathing in deeply to enjoy the slightly manly fragrance of your shampoo. I lather myself down with soap and revel in the feel of the frothy bubbles gradually creeping into every crevice of my body. I slowly move my hand to follow the soap bubbles, and pretend it is yours that is caressing me in such a way. The water pours down on me, enveloping me in its warmth and replenishing my body. A slight moan escapes my lips as I delight in the way this is making me feel. Despite my best efforts to wash it away, I can already feel my pussy soaking wet at the thought of you and what is surely to come. I step out of the shower and softly pat my body dry, paying special attention to my breasts and pussy, getting them ready for your hands, your tongue, your mouth, your cock.
Upon my reentrance into your room, I see your eyes light up. We both know what is destined to happen tonight, and although it weighs heavy on both of our minds, we know that we must play it cool and pretend, at least for a minute, that we are going to casually watch a movie and call it a night. You press play on the DVD player and lay beside me, and only your foot touches mine, so lightly if I close my eyes I cannot even feel it, yet I know it is there.
We lie there quite placidly for about ten minutes, and then you speak up and mention that if I want to rub your back, that would be no problem. I laugh your suggestion off, then change my mind and compromise with you, telling you that I will if you return the favor. You consent, and all at once your shirt is off and you have flipped onto your stomach, watching the movie and awaiting my hands. At first it is all I can do not to stare at you forever; you look so beautiful just lying there, completely trusting me, innocent yet not without a hint of mischief.
I begin to lightly brush my hand over your back, and I can feel you shudder at my delicate touch. You sigh as I continue to massage you, softly at first and then harder, working out all of the kinks in your muscles and then caressing you tenderly again, wanting so badly to heal all of your pain. My hand slips quickly over your butt, as if by accident, and you lightly chuckle, enjoying the sensations that I am sending you but denying it.
When I am done with your massage I flip over and peel the shirt you lent me off of my body, carefully hiding most of my front so as to achieve the maximum teasing effect by not revealing too much. Despite my efforts to conceal myself you get a glimpse of me and softly sigh your approval of what you see. You begin to slowly, carefully, touch my back. I can feel your fingers spreading over me, searching for something to hold on to and finding nothing, until you let them creep to my side and around me, reaching for my breasts, squeezing and grasping various parts of me, looking to elicit from me the very reactions which I am trying so hard not to let you have the satisfaction of seeing. After about 10 minutes of gently assaulting my body, you announce that you are done, and I raise my head so I can better see the movie. I have not caught too much of it yet, but that's okay, since if things go as planned I will not be watching the ending anyway.