It's 3pm.
I am waiting, I've been waiting for this for so long. Longer than I thought I would. One hour. We have one hour today alone in this hotel, the things I want to do...
But, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I'm a little apprehensive. More so than when we meet for coffee, I guess that's to be expected - I doubt we'll be drinking coffee this afternoon!
I'm wearing the dress he likes, well, I should say the one he approves of. The one I asked his opinion on a while ago, the one he told me to try on, and fuck myself in the changing rooms while I was wearing it...
There is a knock at the door, I slip my feet into my lace and navy heels and go to answer it.
He's here, and looks so good, smells so good - as always. I close the door behind him, take his jacket and try to make polite conversation, I really do. I even go so far as to ask if he wants coffee. He gives me a look, it seems to say, 'we didn't need to do this here if all I wanted was coffee.'
Coffee is always what I get, but never what I want.
He compliments my dress, I flush remembering the pictures I sent him of me in it, my hand deep between my legs.
He puts two fingers beneath my chin and raises it until I'm staring him straight in the eye. "Your time is running, slut. Don't forget - I said one hour."
How could I possibly forget. My legs wobble beneath me, it has nothing to do with the heels. He's never called me a slut in person before. In emails yes, but to hear him actually say it, well, my body is reacting in many ways, and my confidence has arrived.
He's waiting for me to do what I said I would if we got this hour together. I take a deep breath and I do it. I take him by the hand, our first physical contact in many years, I didn't think I'd be able to touch him again. I lead him to the comfy chair in the corner, push him gently down into it and grab at his belt. It quickly comes undone. I am not the only one in a hurry, he pulls at his zip as I reach under his waistband.
