We met on the Internet, but never in real life. Today is our first meeting, and I am nervous. He will be here at 7:00pm sharp.
Busy hurrying around and straightening the house, desperately trying to make a good first impression, I didn't realize the time was 6:30pm already. I had to hurry!
Running some bath water and slipping down into it, I lay back and start thinking of how his voice sounded on the phone just a few days earlier when we agreed to finally meet. I remember how rugged and deep it was and suddenly I smile to myself as I run my hand down over my breasts. My nipples become very erect at the thought of how he touched me when we made love on-line so many times before, but tonight he is real flesh and blood and all mine!
I close my eyes for a few minutes enjoying my bath as the scent of wild flowers and jasmine fills the air. Taking a bath is so much more pleasurable when he is on my mind and I can't control my need for him any longer. My fingers make their way to my kitten and barely touch my clit. I bite my lip at the pleasure I'm feeling, imagining that it is him. I slip my finger in, stroking it back and forth, moaning quietly to myself as I proceed to go deeper, into my kitten, and squeezing it. My hips thrust forward in a rhythmic motion. "Yes." I say to myself, calling out to him.
"Oh, Damian. Oh, how I've longed for you and tonight you'll finally be mine."
The thought makes me even hotter and I pick up the pace, making the water splash around me. My head tosses from side to side, moaning louder as sexual thoughts of him push me over the edge of ecstasy.
"Yes my sweet. I'm...I'm cumming for you, baby..."
I step out of the tub and try to find something very revealing; something that will make him crazy to see me in and I have the perfect outfit. A black silk blouse that is very low cut, showing just enough cleavage to make his mouth water, and a white short skirt with a slit coming up to the thigh, revealing my pretty tan skin. I hold it up to myself in the mirror and I think to myself, He's gonna love this, and I spray a little perfume in all the right spots!
After I am dressed, hair thoroughly brushed, make-up on, but not to much, I look to see the time. 6:45. My heart pounds. He'll be here in 15 minutes. I run downstairs, making sure everything is perfect: candles lit, music playing. I take a moment to look in the mirror one more time.
Suddenly the doorbell rings. I rush to it, but just stand there, not wanting him to know how anxious I am. I peek through the peephole to make sure it's really him, and it is; so very handsome and strong. I reach for the door handle and open it, saying