The day started out like any other but as the afternoon came the day ventured down a path you had only imagined. You survey the room. You had only been here an hour or so but have familiarized yourself with everything around you. Admiring the choice you had made not only for its cost but the amenities, a nice table with sturdy chairs, a large and inviting bathroom with huge shower, a spacious king-sized bed. You arrived early enough to get comfortable and relax a bit. Now your heart races as you finish dressing and admire the woman looking back at you in the mirror. The weeks and even months of planning leading to this day have been great but as the moments pass the twinges of nervousness and excitement grow even stronger. The shopping for the right clothes, getting a bottle of soft, sweet wine and placing it in the full ice bucket, the choice of music playing in the background, even the very drive here had started an ache that has become all too familiar with the building tension of the last few days. The thoughts of what is to come race through your mind as you stare into the mirror.
The soft knock on the door startles you from the daydream starting in your mind. You make a quick review in the mirror and take a deep breath. Trying to contain the excitement and nervousness as you walk towards the door, your pace seems to quicken knowing with the turn of the knob begins an adventure you have longed for since our first talk. With a gentle twist and tug the door swings open and our eyes meet telling us both that we are experiencing the same feelings at that moment.
You moisten your lips as a smile comes across your face. The soft hellos are followed by a gentle, cordial kiss that sparks a rise in the tensions of what is to come. Your arms reach around my neck as our cheeks brush together and my arms wrap firmly around your waist. The light from outside brightens the room but fades as you slowly close the door. We exchange nervous questions as to the day and life all the while getting lost in the other's eyes. We sit at the table and I pour us both a glass of wine. You smile softly as our eyes meet again. The soft fabric of your blouse accentuates your breasts. Your nipples press against the silky fabric revealing your rising arousal with our closeness. Your skirt slightly rising as you squirm in your chair from the growing wetness between your thighs revealing the clip connecting the black garter to your sheer stockings.