I can't believe this day has finally arrived; the nerves are building in the pit of my stomach.
We have been planning this date for a while now. Online, I have had the confidence to be as seductive as I want to be, but real life?
This is a different matter. I'm naturally a shy girl, but I am determined to overcome this.To help me achieve this, I choose my most seductive outfit. I want to look my best for our first meeting.
Our plan is to meet at a busy Irish bar in town. I have previously described to him that I will wear a tight, low cut, red dress. The cut and shape of the top emphasizes my full, ripe breasts; that are almost spilling over the top. I decided on no tights, just my long, bare, soft, silky legs, with red painted toenails and open-toed heeled shoes.
As I reach the bar I can't help but tremble with excitement and anticipation. I try to calm my trembling hands and strengthen my jelly legs. I walk into the bar and scan the crowd; I can't see him. I'm about to turn on my heel and walk away, when I feel the brush of a soft, gentle hand against my exposed, naked, shoulder. My heart beats a thousand beats and something sensual inside me sparks. I turn to be greeted by a tall, handsome, dark haired gentleman.
"Wow, you look a million dollars, truly amazing, just as you described in your email."
There is a long pause, as our eyes lock and he is becoming my guilty pleasure, my instant obsession.
"I have reserved us a window table and ordered us a bottle of fruity, white wine. I hope this for-fills your needs.
My mind is running on overtime now as I think, "You will for-fill my needs." I'm speechless, unable to respond verbally, only managing being able to carry off a smile and giving a gentle, pleasing nod. Gary's words may only of been simple words, but the way he presents them in his sexy Irish accent makes me melt inside.
He takes hold of my hand, escorting me confidently to our table, pulling out my chair to allow me to be seated and then walking round to sit directly opposite me. Even the way he walks, carries something special, something deep, something sexy, something erotic. He begins to make conversation and I respond where necessary, but as though I have been put in a trance, I'm bewildered by this amazingly, sensual man.
A few hours pass and I still feel besotted, yet my shyness is fading and my confidence grows.
The fire inside me that is destined to be released , starts to escape from within.
I slide my dainty, petite foot from my shoe and begin to edge it up the inside of his thighs. I trace it over his tender, cum-filled balls, working up his tensing shaft. On return, I give him a gentle squeeze on his now immensely growing shaft.
He releases a quite moan, as I repeat my actions once again. Upping my game slightly, I circle my toes around the tip of his member as I reach the top. Another moan is released, he slides back in his seat involuntarily.
I take my glass of wine in my hand, drinking the remains and stand. I turn my back and walk a few steps, turn towards him and seductively wiggle my finger, to entice him out. He follows me with his intrigue showing on his face. I lead him outside, where the rain is banging of the paths and kerbs, as it pelts from the dark skies. The rain is no longer the only thing making me wet now.
The sight of my gorgeous Irishman, soaked through, wearing a white shirt, showing off his masculine, toned body, making him even sexier. I smile as I realise he has a certain Christian Grey appeal about him.
I'm starting to lose control, as my sensual feelings run wild. Electricity is flowing through my radiant body, pulling him towards me. Using his wet, transparent shirt as leverage, our bodies press against one another. My ripe, well, full breasts squeezed tight against his chest. Starring into his big beautiful brown eyes, I lean in to kiss him, pressing our lips together, allowing our tongues to entwine together. We are both lost in the moment, sparks flying and our bodies reacting.
I signal to the passing cab, and he pulls up. We climb in and continue to kiss, passionately. I release our tongues, rest my head on his shoulder look up to meet his eyes again, wink and say;
"I have no panties on underneath this hot dress."
His eyes twinkle with excitement, as he goes in to find out if this statement is true.
He traces his fingertips, which feather light up the inside of my sensitive thighs. He glides them over my smooth, moist, wanting pussy lips. He kisses my neck softly, teasing me before whispering; "I do believe we have a spectator." I glance at the rear mirror and see that he is right. I smile coyly and give a little, "couldn't careless" wave to the driver. He turns away embarrassed and sheepishly, returning his concentration back to the road.
We arrive outside our hotel. The time has come when I can eventually get my hands on my dirty, little, married secret. He pays the cab driver, I grab his hand pulling him out, slamming the door and running into the hotel lobby out of the rain, giggling. We run into the open elevator and press level Eight straight away to prevent any other guests invading our space. We begin to kiss again, only this time erratically grinding our aroused bodies against each other. The lift pings and shudders to a halt.