Once again I could feel that unignorable urge, that gentle urging and need between my legs. I'd only met up with someone two days ago, so this was far sooner than usual. I woke up like this and tried to ignore it, I went for a run, I focussed on work.
But all to no avail, by early afternoon my knickers were damp and I needed a fuck.
I was working from home, "was" being the operative word. I had given up for the day and was near frantically swiping through Tinder. I'd tried other apps, but kept coming back. I set a small radius, a few miles. I lived in a city and knew I would get matches this close.
I was swiping, mostly left, sometimes right. Yes, it was shallow but I was only paying a little attention to the photos. I was looking for hints in their profile descriptions - something that suggested exciting sex.
After an hour or so I had got it down to a shortlist of three. I was messaging them, still not finding that elusive spark with any of them and was about to give up for now until I got a message.
"What's your address? I'll come fuck you NOW"
Now this is more like it,
"32 Foster Lane", I replied right away, excited but nervous.
"On my way, I want you ready when I get there, I'll be there in five"
That soon? How did he want me ready? I had no time to put something sexy on, although I was wearing a nice flowing summer dress already.
But I knew how to get the message across to him.
I have a terrace house, small but it's all mine. I went to the front door and made sure it was unlocked. The hallway wouldn't work, what about the front room?
Yes, this was perfect. I was getting hornier and hornier, the danger, the spontaneity of it all. Nobody likes the same old routine, the unknown and new is exciting.
I was thinking quickly as I looked around the room. The sofa. That is ideal and reminds me of a hundred porn scenes, the filthier and naughtier the better. This wasn't going to be like other meets, I just knew it.
I tugged my satin knickers down to my knees. This was turning me on even more. I hadn't even spoken to this man, all I had to go on was a handful of photos and a dozen messages.
I got onto the sofa on my knees with my hands and head on the back of it. Do I lift my dress?
I had no more time to think as I heard a car door slam shut. My heart was pounding as I waited, and then I heard someone trying the front door handle.
The door creaked wide open and I waited to hear it close but it never came. Instead heavy footsteps as he came into the house and walked down the corridor.
Had I made a mistake? Had I gone too far this time?
