My heart pounding in my chest as I wait in the dark room I rented only 20 minutes ago. After leaving his name for the man behind the desk, I had hurried up to the door so fast without even realizing he could be out there, watching and waiting. What will he be like? If he's anything like his photograph, I imagine he will be perfect. I recall his sweet words that spilled from my Gateway the night before. The way my heart lurched in my chest as he told me the dozen ways he wanted to make love. Unable to bear the longing I feel, the impatience as the clock on the wall ticks the seconds away. I take out one of the stories I printed. This one is my favorite one of them all. The beauty in his words always takes my breath away. Needing the distraction, I let my eyes guide my soul as I study his magnificent play on words.
My hand slides down to my thigh beneath my skirt, as I pull my silk panties off to the side. My index finger slides into the wetness and then up to circle my throbbing clit, as I read what is to me: his most astounding masterpiece. I tease myself with my thumb as I slide my fingers in and out of my pussy. Softly I begin to moan, the story long forgotten as I close my eyes, imagining him next to me. Oh, how I wish I could call him as I feel my tummy tighten. My legs start to shake as I think about the sound of his voice. I think about the way his growls and moans touch my very soul. As I remember, my body begins to shake and I cry out my release. I fall back onto the bed, exhausted from my efforts as the clock continues to tick.
Hours later I awaken to the sound of running water. Disoriented, I pull myself up onto my elbows and look around the room. Heart skipping a beat as I realize what awoke me. The sound of the shower coming from the bathroom! In the little light the open bathroom door provides, I spot a second suitcase beside mine. He is here! I want to run to him, to pull him close to me. I still the urge to jump in the shower beside him and smother him in sweet kisses. What I wouldn't give to feel his nakedness. But I know that this must wait. I know that he'll come to me soon. So I lay back, and I wait. My palms are sweaty and my knees are shaking as I listen to the slow, steady ticking.
My wait is not long however, as I see him emerge from the steam. He is toweling his hair off and wearing only a pair of beige Khaki shorts and a big smile. His smile takes my breath away and eagerly I return it to him as our eyes meet for the very first time. His: the dark brown of cocoa beans. Mine: the crystal blue of the endless sea as depicted in the imagination of a brilliant painter. Both of us as captivated by the other as we stand for a moment and take each other in. Lost in the moment as the clock ticks silently, my beating heart drowning out it's reverie as I see my hearts desire for the very first time.
He is the first to move as he sweeps me into his arms and kisses me, first slow and sweet, gradually building to a fiery frenzy. His right hand cupping my head, fingers stroking my hair as he pulls me in closer; His left hand moving down my back, slowly but with purpose. I feel his fingers as they massage my lower back before his hand finds my buttocks and lifts me off the bed towards him, cupping them firmly. His intent made clear by the low growl in his throat as my arms wrap around his neck and the dance begins.
His right hand moves out of my hair and down to the string at my neck. His left hand comes up to aid the other as he unties the knot with his fingers and then moves down to lift the material up and over my head; leaving me standing there breathless as he takes a step back to admire his work. As he stands there gazing down at me, I bring my arms behind my back and undo the zipper, sending my skirt to the floor with a hushed whisper as it circles my feet. Turning around, I hook my fingers into the waist of my panties and seductively slide them over my hips allowing them to join the pile of fabric at my feet. His hands find my waist as he comes up behind me and his fingers make their way up my sides, exploring the smooth skin and subtle curves.
I hear his breath catch in his throat as he slides my long hair to the side and then softly kisses the exposed area of my neck. I feel my knees begin to buckle as he whispers into my ear and I hear his voice for the very first time.
"So beautiful," He says to me as his fingers find my breasts.
I whisper his name as my head slides back against his shoulder, feeling his arm tighten around my waist as his free hand continues to explore the supple skin around my right nipple. I know he wants to, he knows I want him to. Yet still he slides his fingers along the skin of both breasts, taking care not to brush up against my now very hardened nipples. My skin turns to gooseflesh as he works his fluttering magic, stopping only long enough to turn his head to the side, mouth against my ear, and whisper my name in return.
The sound of our names emerging from one another's lips is like music, setting the tempo for this dance we have spoke about for so long. Whispering in the chat room our utmost desires, which now we are preparing to write upon our very souls. I reach down behind me and using both hands to pop the button of his shorts. His hands leave my body for the longest second of my entire life, to quickly slide his shorts to the floor. He turns me around to face him, his eyes twinkling as I look him over for the very first time. I blush when I see his hardness. Drawn by my own desire for him, my first impulse is to reach down and touch him. Giving into my desire I do just that, gasping as I feel how smooth and soft his skin is there.
