She had dressed to impress - he was a man she barely knew - but she still wanted to give it her all. She had spent nearly 2 hours preparing for tonight, first taking a long hot deep bath, soaping herself all over and removing all unwanted body hair, before taking a shower to wash and condition her long black silky hair. She loved being alone, taking the time to pamper herself. She opened a drawer to retrieve her black hold up stockings, then sat on the bed to put them on, pulling each one in turn over her foot and sliding it her leg, allowing it to gently snap around the top of her thigh - just the feeling of the nylon gripping firmly against her skin sent waves of excitement through her groin. She idly scanning the selection of underwear she had brought, but decided against wearing any, opting instead to have the feel of the warm evening breeze sliding up between her legs and kissing her freshly shaved pussy. Her outfit choice after that would pick itself, it was after all the only one she'd packed - it was the fail safe little black dress and if felt amazingly good as she pulled it over her head and allowed it to fall down to its resting place, the hem barely covering her stocking tops. She checked herself in the full length mirror, briefly having second thoughts, but the prospect of what would happen that evening was too good to even consider turning down, so without further hesitation, she slipped her heels on, dropped the room key into her clutch purse and headed down to the hotel bar.
There was real stir as she entered, heads turned and the conversation dipped slightly. One or two men, staring a little longer than is considered polite were soon pulled into line by their partners - and this, she loved - it told her that she was wanted. She ordered a drink, a long vodka and lemonade, and then took a seat in the corner. The wait seemed an age as she nervously caught the eye of every man that entered the room - wondering, is that him? Her mind was racing with thoughts, fantasies and wishes for the evening ahead. Thinking about the emails he had sent, the descriptive text that had stolen her imagination and gotten her wet between the legs, making her ache for him to be inside her. She hadn't meant for this happen, but it was going to, and more to the point, she wanted it to.
He appeared as if from nowhere - she must have drifted off into a fantasy, already feeling his lips against her neck and heat inside her body - it was almost as if she was woken by him.
"Hi, I'm Mark," he said, "are you...?"
"Yes," she replied, cutting him short abruptly - almost rude, but it was the nerves kicking in. They'd finally met; he was actually there, in front of her. He wasn't perfect by any means, "but who is?" she thought to herself. His deep soft voice reminding her instantly of the long sex fantasies they'd exchanged on the phone. The excitement was welling deep inside, a tingling sensation running through her body.
"How are you? May I get you another drink?," he enquired.
"Erm, yeah, go on then," she replied, "another long vodka and lemonade please"
"No problem," he said, and headed off to the bar. She watched him walk away, eyeing up every little detail, his walk, his stance at the bar and even found herself mouthing his name to herself.
On his return, they sat and made small talk, neither wanting to bring up the reason for their meeting - but it was, hanging thickly in the atmosphere, right in front of them - sex. She wanted to jump on him, there and then, but felt, that as the man, he should make the first move. However, an hour and several drinks passed, and it was becoming clear that if she didn't say something soon, she might not be in a fit state to really enjoy the evening. So waiting for a convenient pause in the conversation, she made her move,
"Lets take these to my room,"' she said, and without giving him the chance to reply, got up and headed quickly out of the bar. Mark followed, quickening his pace slightly to catch her. She could feel her head spinning; her legs seemed to be out of control. The grip of her stockings seemed to get tighter with every step, heightening her arousal - she was actually going to do it, she was going to fuck and be fucked by a stranger - the man she made contact with on the internet was walking next to her, and in the next hour was going to have his cock buried deep inside her.
As they approached her room, she felt his arm snake round her waist, it was only a small thing, but it was the first time they'd touched, and already it felt good, it felt right. She opened her purse and took out the key, sliding it into lock, and opening the door. She led the way in, closely followed by Mark. Before the door had fully shut, she turned to face him, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. Their tongues met, and lips locked together. His arms fell down around her waist, his hands resting on her bum, pushing her against him, she could feel his erect penis through their clothing, and she could feel herself getting wet.
