He was only an hour away. He'd slept on the plane, rented a car and then checked into a motel, shaved, showered and taken a short nap. When he'd dressed, gathered his stuff, stuffed all but the garment bag into the trunk and checked out. She should be home now and his mind was filled thoughts of her during the drive.
She'd visited the tanning salon this morning early and then left work early for a quick wash, set and dry at her favorite salon. She still arrived back at her apartment an hour early. A shower and intimate shave, a touch of perfume, and her white shorty prepared her for his visit. The shorty was transparent with a bright blue faux fur trim It was supported by spaghetti shoulder straps and hung loosely from her bosom. It flared from the straps to her waist and the hem ended only three inches below her bottom. She checked herself in the mirror and liked the way the loose fit accentuated her breasts and openly exhibited them. She'd made the bed this morning with a fitted white satin sheet and Bright blue pillow covers that almost matched the shorty's trim.
There messaging and her photos and video camera had been exciting him for more than six months. Every picture, every visit with the cam left him hard and he'd began satisfying himself regularly while watching. She was beautiful and the most arousing woman he'd met. She was open about sexuality and sensuous in all that she did. They wrote continually and only to each other. His interest and need of her had been building since that first message, and it had been solidified by that first picture of her. Her personality came through in there phone intervals and she was smart and interesting. Her face and body were far more than he could have hoped. He was still fifty minutes away.
She had never seen him although she had opened her body and heart to him. He'd said that he had no camera and she'd believed him, but he'd still wanted to surprise her someday and see if she still felt attracted. She was feeling nervous about this meeting. He didn't have to be strongly built or overly handsome or be too good a provider. He sounded like such an interesting and sharing man and that's what she really wanted. She wanted to share her life with a good man, and he seemed like such a good man. The fact that he was sexually aroused by her and enjoyed everything she did was something new for her. It seemed that the men she'd known were nothing like him. Most were wham-bam types, played the field continuously, self-centered and egotistical, wanted a maid, or wanted total 'freedom' whatever that was.
He really hadn't wanted to send a photo, and couldn't anyway without buying a camera and learning to use it. He'd wanted her to see him and he wanted be able to gauge her reaction in person when she first saw him. He had described himself truthfully and hoped it was enough to continue the relationship. He was more nervous now with every mile closer he came. Had he made a mistake? Would she reject him? He'd asked for directions and an address and then asked her to put out a key. But, before he did he'd asked if she had a secure chain on her door. She'd said yes, and he'd made her promise that if she was turned off when he got out of the car, that she would put on the chain and not answer the door. He'd promised in return that if the chain was on when he got there that he would turn around, leave and never bother her again.
She'd put the key out, locked the door and left the chain off. She thought that she'd never really chain the door but she was still apprehensive and the option remained. She thought about items in the refrigerator and checked them once again. She had stocked enough to last through the weekend if necessary and she could order in if necessary. The apartment was clean and things were in their proper location. She was nervous still and paced the floor. Would he be here on time? Would he like her in person? People said that you never really look the same in person as on video.
He had remembered a few small items and they were in a compartment of the garment bag just in case. He hoped that he'd have an opportunity to use them and that she'd be interested if he did. If she let him in he wanted to be the best lover there was and to work continually at thanking and pleasing her. Their conversations had told him a great deal and her induced orgasms had helped in his understanding. She loved to get and to give oral, and had confided to him that her past experiences had never been truly satisfying that way. Beyond oral she enjoyed both controlling and being controlled. So did he and he was only a few minutes away now.
She checked herself again and sat at a chair in front of the window and verified that there was still a parking space in front. Her clock told her that he was only a few minutes away and he'd always been prompt in their telephone and camera appointments. Would he be on time today? Was he as nervous as she was? What did he look like? He had a great voice and she knew from their conversations what he liked. She knew that oral was a special 'treat' for him and he'd said that he loved giving it. Other guys had said that, but usually it was over for them in a couple of minutes if they'd made her climax. They seemed to think that a quick cum was all that was needed in foreplay. She'd always wanted a man that enjoyed her as much as she enjoyed him
He'd made a couple of wrong turns trying to follow her directions, but had quickly corrected and was only a few minutes behind his original schedule. She should be just ahead and then pulled into the drive that led to her apartment. He parked in front and studied the apartment. He couldn't see through the windows, was she there? He slowly got out of the car and returned to reach in and hang the garment bag over his shoulder. He walked to the door and found the key.
She saw a car pulling in. It was a few minutes past his schedule. Was that him? The car pulled slowly forward and parked in front. It must be him. She tried to see through the windshield but the sun was reflecting and nothing inside was visible. Finally the door opened and a foot with what appeared to be a cowboy boot settled on the driveway. Now a man was getting out. Was this him? He looked into the apartment, could he see her sitting there in the bedroom? He was tall just as he'd said, and he wasn't fat, and he was nice looking she thought -- now her anxiety leaped. She was not going to chain that door! She jumped, ran to it and lay on the bed. Her blond hair fell naturally on the pillow and her face was set off against the bright blue of the pillow. The tan of her body stood out boldly against the white sheet and white gown. She smoothed the gown and made sure the blue fur was depressed slightly between the tops of her thighs.
