He checks his watch. Almost thirty minutes early. The traffic was lighter than usual, and he didn't want to risk being late. His car is parked discreetly at the rear of the hotel car-park, invisible from the road, although the chances of anyone he knows passing through here – so far from home – is remote.
He leans back in his seat, and runs through the details in his mind. Everything has been planned carefully. She has planned it. He thinks back to the many 'online' conversations they have had. They have never met – this will be the first time. Her idea. Drive him crazy with anticipation; make him want her so much he will have no choice but to carry out her instructions.
He never believed this day would come, can't quite believe even now that he is here and that he is really going to do this. He rubs his hands together, his palms beginning to feel sticky with sweat, and his mind wanders. He remembers all the time they have spent online together, the powerful words they have both used to arouse each other. He remembers the photographs she has e-mailed to him, tantalizing images of her body, and those he has also sent to her, his rigid cock. But he also thinks about the thing's that haven't happened. He has never heard her voice, never heard her say his name aloud. She has told him that she does say his name aloud, when she masturbates alone, and dreams of him. He wonders if her touch will be as erotic, her fingers tracing over his skin. Online she has the ability to make his cock hard, through her words alone, and she has told him how wet he makes her.
A glance at his watch - five more minutes and it will be time.
The hotel room is comfortable, and contains everything she will need. The bed is neatly made, and situated against the wall in the centre of the room. A door leads into the bathroom, and she flicks on the light. It is basic, but contains a bath, which she specified when making the booking. A shower was not required, but the bath is very important. She has brought a small over night bag with her, and places it on the bed. It was packed carefully before leaving home, and she knows everything that is needed is contained in this bag. She removes first the array of scented candles, and places them around the bathroom, some along the edge of the bath and others on the shelf in front of the vanity mirror. Next, a bottle of luxuriant foam bath bubbles. She smiles as she removes the next item – a shaving razor, and a tub of hair conditioner. These she places on the ledge at the edge of the bath.
She checks her watch, timing is crucial. She knows that he has probably arrived early, and expects him to be outside in his car. She wonders if he is feeling as she is – a little nervous, after all they have never physically seen each other before, although she knows his body intimately in her mind. Knows exactly how he likes to be touched, and where. Knows his innermost secrets.
It is time. She enters the bathroom and turns on the hot tap. For one moment panic sets in, what if there is no hot water? But the water that explodes from the tap soon steams the bathroom mirror. She adds a large dose of the bath foam to the water, and watches as the lather builds up. She moves around the room, carefully lighting the candles, and then switches the bathroom light off.
Sufficiently pleased, she goes to the bedroom, and begins to undress. She thinks of him as she does this. She knows how erotic he finds it to know that she is undressing for him. She removes her clothes slowly, enjoying the moment as the fabrics, brush against her skin. She unzips her suede boots, and places them under the chair, then slowly unbuttons her white silk shirt, which she hangs over the back of the chair and then her black trousers. She slips out of her underwear and folds it neatly on top of the chair where she knows he will see it. She smiles to herself. This is the first time she has removed her clothes for him, without describing graphically what she is doing. The thought arouses her, and she feels her nipples harden. She absent mindedly runs her hand over her breast, causing herself to shiver. Soon it will be his touch on her nipple.
She removes a large soft towel and a sponge from the bag and carefully places them in the bathroom on a small stool next to the bath. The bath is half full, and she checks the water temperature before turning off the taps. She lets her hands slide over her breasts, and then down to her pussy. She allows her fingers to touch her moisture, and then raises her hand to her lips, to taste herself. A deep shiver runs through her. She pulls her mind back from her juices and steps into the water and slides down beneath the lather enjoying the warmth against her skin.
He looks at his watch for what feels like the hundredth time. He catches a glimpse of himself in the interior mirror, and takes a deep breath. It is time. He locks the car door, and walks quickly towards the hotel entrance. She has planned every detail and he knows there will be a key at the reception desk for him to collect. He takes the lift up to the 4th floor, and follows the corridor until he stands outside Room 143. He quietly lets himself into the room. His eyes glance at the clothes neatly hanging on the chair, the suede boots, the silk shirt, black trousers and her underwear. For a moment he considers touching them, smelling them even, but remembers that isn't in the plan. The scent from the bath foam draws his attention and he remembers why he is here. He undresses quickly, and leaves his clothes on the chair too. His cock is already hard. She is so close now.
She hears the door to the hotel room open, and her heart begins to pound. Hears his footsteps in the room, knows that he is undressing, the anticipation so strong now. The door to the bathroom, opens, and through the steam and the soft flicker of the candles, she sees him for the first time.
