Driving up the motorway to meet her I'm bristling with anticipation. It's been five years since we first spoke over the Internet over which time our conversations have turned from gentle flirting to innuendo and now to outright red hot explicit text sex, punctuating our working days with incredible, wonderful filthiness.
Ever since the eventual mutual agreement to meet up after all this time came about it's not been far from my mind. There's absolutely no pretence about what today is all about - we want each other - badly.
As I continue to drive towards where we plan to meet through the driving rain I cast my mind to to her also driving to our rendezvous. I imagine her having the same level of excitement and anticipation and it causes a stirring in my trousers. My hand drops down for a few moments and begins to stroke my growing package before I stop myself – this is no time for self pleasure, I need to save it all for her.
Turning into the hotel car park I wonder which of us has arrived first, I don't even know what her car looks like! The receptionist confirms that our room has already been checked in and gives me the other key to the room. Before I go up I send her a quick text to confirm her location, we plan to meet in the bar like in so many films, so I can't go up to the room if she's still getting ready. We considered two rooms for this purpose, but really we're only going to need one room tonight.
Her reply says she's already in the bar. I need to get up there, a quick change and be down, can't keep the lady waiting! I take the world's fastest shower to be sure I'm ready for anything, my hard on bouncing around in front of me, teasing me. "Not yet" I whisper to myself, "but soon". A splash of aftershave and I suit up, wanting to look my best.
Taking the lift back down my anticipation reaches a crescendo – I'm about to meet her face to face for the first time!
I stroll into the bar, empty except for one girl sitting on a stool at the bar. She looks divine in a deep red, shoulder less, full length evening dress – the satin hugging every gorgeous curve of her body. She turns and looks at me, her dark hair flowing down to her shoulders and her beautiful, lightly freckled face smiling – she says one word - "Hi".
I put one hand on her waist and kiss her hello on her cheek. We both feel the sparks fly from even such a brief contact.
We order some drinks and move away from the bar to a secluded table. It's got 4 seats but we deliberately sit next to each other rather than opposite. We kiss properly for the first time, five years of tension going into one explosive kiss.
We sit and talk about our lead up to meeting her, our five years of communication and what's happened in that time. All the time our minds are less on the conversation and more on what's going to happen when we leave that bar. The flirting hits overdrive as our light touches (a finger on the cheek, a hand on a knee) become more deliberate and sexually charged until she leans forward and whispers in my ear "So what have you brought for me here?" as she lightly squeezes my erection, which is straining against the material of my trousers.
We finish our drinks and head over to the lift, both of us burning with passion. Once the lift doors close we grab each other like animals. I push her against the wall of the lift kissing her deeply and running my hands over her sexy body as she grinds it against mine.
All too soon the lift doors slide open and we have to get out on our floor, barley making it before the doors start to close once more. I take her by the hand and lead her down the corridor to our room. As we walk she squeezes my bum and with a wink and a naughty smile says "Hi, sexy ass".
We burst through the room door in a frenzy of passion, hands everywhere and crash onto the bed as my jacket hits the floor and we embrace in a horny kiss, squeezing and stroking each others bodies. As the kiss subsides we take a moment to regain our breath and I begin to run my hand from her cheek, down over her shoulder to her breasts squeezing them slowly and then running my hand down to her beautiful bottom – stoking and caressing it. She responds by running her hands up and down my chest and running her hand lightly over my groin with a naughty look in her eye.