I'm so nervous, I'm literally pacing back and forth across the hotel room. It's finally happening. After months of hot online chatting, today we meet. Today we start to do all those scrumptious, nasty things we've written about. I wonder which of these two scenarios will play out when he arrives...
I'm waiting for him as instructed: in my favorite red bra and panties. I like that he didn't want me stark naked at first. I love sexy lingerie. I feel great in this set. I hope he loves it too.
Finally, a knock on the door. My adrenaline is pumping, my heart is racing, and I can barely breathe. I peek through the door, see him, and instantly calm just a little.
I open the door just enough for him to slip in. Our eyes meet and we both smile nervously. Then I see his eyes roam down my body, taking in how the silky red fabric envelops my breasts and hugs my hips and ass. I hold my breath until his eyes find mine again. And I see it. Desire. Wanton lust. Hunger. It's so fucking sexy, the way he's looking at me.
Suddenly he backs me against the wall in the entryway, holding my arms above my head with one hand. His other hand cups my cheek as he moves against me, then kisses me. A demanding kiss, nothing sweet or tentative about it. He is claiming my mouth. It feels incredible. I want so much to wrap my arms around him and pull him closer still, but they are held securely. I am at his mercy. And I like it.