Well this is going to be the night. We are finally going to meet after all that time chatting online and on the phone. We have worked each other into a frenzy with words alone that it is now time to see if we can do that in person.
I see you come into the restaurant where we have chosen to meet. Even if we had not traded pictures I would know it was you. Not only do you match your description and your picture, but there is an air about you, something that makes heads turn and eyes follow you as you look around the darkened room. Our eyes meet and I see that flash of recognition that I hoped I would find there.
Crossing over to me, you give me a friendly peck on the cheek and a quick hug, flashing me a little knowing smile. My heart skips a beat when I see that twinkle in your eye. You slide closer to me in the booth, pressing your leg against mine as we make small talk. Your voice is musical, almost like a bell, deep but clear. Your fingers play along the back of my hand, on my leg as we share light banter, teasing and cajoling like the old friends we have become.
I suggest we find a place to go dancing but you tell me that you wish to spend more time with just me. After all, I am in town all week and we can always find a place to go dancing. Back in my hotel room, we look out at the lights. My hands trace a lazy pattern along your back as I drink in your scent. You turn to me, our faces close when the phone rings. I go into the other room in the suite to answer it. It's the client, making sure I got in ok and asking me if I needed anything. No I don't need anything.
I come back into the room as you admire yourself in the full length mirror. Your full breasts straining at the fabric, your tight ass in the black skirt fill me with desire. You begin to run your hands along your body, rubbing, touching, squeezing in a way that drives me mad. When I can stand it no longer and cross the room to stand behind you, you ask "What?" in a nonchalant way.