A few months ago I had the night of my dreams with Taylor Swift. It was an unbelievable night filled with the hottest sex I have ever had. We had agreed to see each other again afterwards, but our schedules caught up with us, and we hadn't spoken since that night. I know Taylor must be busy with all of her tours coming up so I couldn't really be mad, but a part of me was hurt. Was I just the next in a long line of spurned lovers?
I had given up pretty much all hope of ever hearing from her again, but the one day I revive a text from a certain blonde musician. "Hey sexy, I'm going to be in New York for the next few days, and wanted to know if you would like to meet up for some food and fun?" The word fun was followed by a winking emoji. I of course quickly replied, and we agreed to meet up the next day.
I woke up the next day in a cold sweat after all the dreams I've had. Dreams that went into excruciating detail about the sex I'd hope we'd be having, I checked my clock and realized it was almost noon, and I hadn't even showered yet. Taylor would be arriving any moment now and I looked like crap. I gathered my clothes and phone, and headed into the bathroom. Just as I started running the water I got a message from Taylor saying she was out front in her car.
I got dressed in a hurry, and headed down to meet her. As I got on the elevator I realized I left the shower running. In all my excitement to see Taylor I didn't even notice. I got down to the lobby, and went out to her car. She opened the door to her car and got out. To my disappointment she was pretty covered up. Wearing a heavy coat, a scarf, a pair of boots, and some tight yoga pants.
"It's so great to see you again," Taylor said. "I'm really sorry I haven't spoken to you since that night. I have just been so busy with everything."
I accepted her apology, and greeted her with a hug and kiss. "Don't worry about it," I said. "My schedule hasn't been that great either. I'm just lucky I could get off this weekend to be with you."
After our little reunion I helped her get her bags out of the trunk, and led her up the stairs to my apartment. When I unlocked my door I was greeted with the sight of hot steam filling the living room.
"I was just about to take a shower when I got your text. I was so excited to see you again I forgot to turn it off before heading down to see you." I explained.
She gave a little chuckle. "Aw that's so cute," she said. "So what you're saying is you never took that shower?"
I saw the look in her eyes, and I immediately knew what she was thinking. That's when our lips came together. The steam wasn't the only thing heating the room now. Our hot, open mouth kisses now thickened the air. Our tongues fought for dominance in each others mouths. We finally broke apart, and began undressing. I quickly kicked off my shoes, and removed my sweatpants and t-shirt.
Taylor on the other hand had a significant amount of layers to get through. I helped her take off her coat and shirt leaving her in her bra, yoga pants and boots.