Many nights I have sat there at my computer and wondered what it would be like to be in his arms. Now that I have, I want to pass the story on to everyone so that you can share the excitement and fascination that I felt.
I had driven over 1,000 miles to do this, so I thought that I had had plenty of time to get ready, but I wasn't. Nothing could have made me ready for him and all the things that we done that first night.
First thing I needed to do was take a shower. It even made me feel better and calm me down a bit.
So I take my clothes off and throw them haphazardly across the nearest chair and look at myself in the full-length mirror.
5'4" tall, brunette, brown eyes, and with all the curves in all the right places, I was stunning. I was never a good judge of people's ages, so I couldn't tell if I looked 35 or not. However I did not feel 35. I felt like a teenager, all giddy inside. Doing something taboo, like sneaking out in the middle of the night with mom and dad in the next room. I was high on the excitement that I felt.
I sat my suitcase up on the bed and opened it. Nothing looked right. I had no idea what I was going to wear. I will look later. Right now I need to get that shower or it will be too late.
The water was warm and soothing on my tired muscles. Driving can take a lot out of you. I just stood there, under that water like that for a while, half smiling. Thinking about him and what would happen when he got here.
He hadn't said too much on the phone. I knew we where going to dinner somewhere, but other than that, the plan for our long awaited date was a mystery.
Rubbing the soap over my body, I became more excited and I wanted to touch myself, just relieve a little of the tension that I was feeling, but thought better of it.
What if we did end up in bed together on the first night? I didn't want to be dry and not be able to come for him.
So I halted my thoughts and my actions and quickly got finished with my shower.
I had no sooner gotten the large fluffy towel wrapped around my breasts and the small one around my head, when there was a knock at the door.
4:15 p.m, way too early for my date. Must be room service. I did remember ordering a bottle of perfume from the gift shop downstairs.
"Who is it?"
"Room service."
I held my towel in place and turned toward the bathroom mirror and hollered, "Come in, it's open."
I heard the door open as I pulled the towel down from my head and rubbed it vigorously over my wet hair.
When I laid the towel on the counter and picked up my purse so that I could tip him a pair of large hands grabbed mine gently, startling me.
My head popped up so fast that I almost broke my neck. Thinking that I was going to give this bellhop the thrashing of a lifetime, I opened my mouth and furrowed my brow, to make the meanest face possible when reality hit me.
This was no bellhop it was he. The man that I had traveled so far to see, early, I was not even dressed.
"You're early!" The words came out of my mouth quickly and much too high-pitched. This is not at all what I had planned in my mind.
His smile melted my bones and I found it very hard to stand. He must have sensed this, because he slipped one arm around my back and pulled me close to him.
He was very tall and I had to bend my neck way back to look him in the eyes, his beautiful blue eyes.
Maybe he wasn't the typical male hero of the modern day romance novels, but he was certainly the male hero of mine.
"Hi ya, Luv." His voice was deep and in charge, like a drill sergeants. A voice that commanded attention, and I would bet anything that he got it.
"I'm not ready, you weren't supposed to be here for 2 more hours." I said smiling at him like a giddy child.
Still smiling at me like the Cheshire cat, he says, "want me to come back later?"
And before I had a chance to respond to his question, he leaned over and kissed me. I believe he knew the answer to that question before he asked it.
I didn't resist. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him as passionately as he was kissing me. The taste of his tongue was ambrosia to me and made my head spin.
My towel fell away from my breasts and dropped silently to the floor, and I made no attempt to grab it. I let it fall.
I could feel the roughness of his jeans against my legs and thighs and the softness of his t-shirt on my naked breasts and at that moment I was so lost in the moment that I almost did not realize that he had pulled away to look at me.
My face flushed red at the thought of being stared at openly in the daylight.
Six years of marriage and 3 children did not prepare me for this. My husband was never interested in my body like this. To my husband, sex was something that you did because the church required it of us to carry on the name. Sex was not to be enjoyed or looked forward too, and you did not lust openly, in the daylight, like this man was doing.
But I liked it. I was embarrassed a little, and feeling a bit shy, but I liked the way he was looking at me.
He leaned forward, and I thought he was going to kiss me again, but instead, he put his arms around me and lifted me effortlessly off of the floor and carried me to the bed.
He sat me on the very edge and then lowered himself to his knees on the floor in front of me and kissed me lightly on the forehead, and then the nose, and then the chin, and then my neck. Working his way down in a straight line, varying only slightly, and only for a moment, to kiss each erect nipple, and to caress them lightly with his hands.
Those hands! How long had I waited to feel those hands on my naked flesh? His hands were rough, like a man who worked hard for a living, but his touch was as gentle as a summer breeze.
Supporting my only slightly he laid me back on the bed and continued kissing me. My bellybutton, and then to that place just above, but not on, and then worked his way down my left leg to my foot, where he kissed the top of each toe before moving to the right one and going back up.
I was completely beside myself. If I had been able to open my eyes, they would have been rolled back into my skull. Never had I felt such ecstasy in all my life.
Then he done something that I could not hardly believe. He slipped his arms beneath my thighs, leaving my knees draped over his shoulders and placed his hands flat on my stomach as he leaned forward and blew gently on my much neglected pussy.
My breath sucked in like a shock at the feeling that it sent through my body, and I knew that there would be no going back after this.
Then his tongue flicked out fast and light as a feather to tickle my exposed clit as his fingers held my lips apart as a moan escaped my lips.
Without warning he latched onto my clit with a light suction and I was crazed. My head rolled back and forth as I reached down and grabbed his head by his long blond hair and began to grind myself into his face.
I was moaning loudly and his tongue found it way into my wet pussy and again I went wild.
Never had this been done to me before. Not like he was doing it. He found every one of my buttons and he pushed them again and again.
I'm not sure how or when but at some point he moved one of his hands and was slipping his fingers into my cunt.
I think at this point I had came and gone many times. Until that night I had no idea what an orgasm was, or what it could be.
As my orgasm started to subside, he slipped his thick fingers out of my sticky wet cunt and found my asshole and started caressing it with an expert touch.
