As I run the sharp blades of the razor up my legs I think of the night that lies ahead of me, I want everything to be perfect. I nervously continue towards the delicate folds of flesh between my thighs, I've never done this before.. but I remember him telling me it's how he prefers it. It's tricky at first, but I manage to remove all the hair, I'm pleasantly surprised by how smooth it feels, I let my fingers linger a little longer, enjoying the new feel.
As I emerge from the bath I see the clock, 5pm, 2 hours until I see him for the very first time. I think of the first time we spoke, on a stupid chat site.. I've always been sceptical of meeting people off the internet, sure.. I've had a lot of friends online, which is normal for a 20 year old these days, but nobody I have wanted to meet in real life. Until Nick... aka Male 38 Married.
I step into the sexiest pair of black lacy boyleg panties I own and put on the matching bra... Okay so I bought them for the occasion. I've never slept with anyone and to say I'm nervous would be an understatement, sexy panties is half the confidence right? Staring at my reflection in the mirror I question my body, wondering if Nick will find me attractive or not.
I look at my legs, long and smooth, my fingers trace along the band of my panties and I turn around, still looking at myself in the mirror, I'm a size 12, I've never been fat, just not as thin as I would like, although it makes my ass look great, if I do think so myself. I slide my hand inside my bra feeling my C cup breasts, lightly brushing across my nipple, wondering if Nick's hands will do the same tonight.
Although I don't really have to wonder, we have never said we would have sex, there's always been a no pressure attitude from Nick about it, but what we want has become so clear it's hard to ignore anymore.
When I saw his screen name on that chat site I knew I had to talk to him, I have always found older men attractive.. and he's turned out to be sweet and romantic and funny, and sexy as anything! I remember the first time he turned his webcam on for me, insisting that I see how he looked. At first I said no (I mean.. how many sexy 38 year olds go on chat sites right? I wanted to keep my own interpretation of how he looked) but he kept insisting. When I agreed I was greeted with the sexiest set of abs I have ever seen, strong manly arms, broad shoulders, dark brown hair kept a couple of inches long, and the cutest grin! Thinking about it makes me melt.
I put on my tightest light blue skinny jeans, and a clingy black t shirt with a V-neck.. Showing off all the curves I have to offer, I feel sexy for once, maybe because I know deep down this is more than sex, I feel ready, ready for Nick to be my first. And I've known for months, ever since the first text.
It happened one night, we used to chat on MSN late at night when his wife was in bed, and he kept begging me for my phone number, I was reluctant at first, because of the whole being married thing... I mean, I'm not a horrible person, my feelings just got so strong, and I caved in. So I gave him my number.. And then one night at 3am I received a text "I can't stop thinking about you, I wish you were the one I woke up with every morning" and it melted my heart... Texts turned to phone calls, phone calls turned to phone sex.... How his wife remained oblivious is beyond me, but here I am, preparing to meet Nick.
Shit! 6.30. I quickly straighten my long, dark curls and slip on some black shoes with a little heel. I swipe some mascara over my lashes and check myself one last time before I walk out the door. Feeling slightly confident and a crazy nervous I have never known, I make my way to the bus stop.
Nick lives a couple of towns away from me, and his wife is away for the weekend with her girlfriends, so we've decided to meet in the park by his house, and see how it goes from there, he said if I am still interested in him after meeting him then we can go back to his place. I don't have any doubts in my mind that he will be just as wonderful in real life as he is online and on the phone.
As I sit at the park bench a worrying feeling creeps its way into my head, it's 7.10 and there's no Nick. I don't know what to do, all I can do is wait, wait or leave... Don't be stupid I keep telling myself, it's only been ten minutes. I keep staring at the clock on my phone... 15 minutes, willing myself not to cry, and then a pair of feet land next to me on the park bench and jump down to the ground, and I find Nick planting himself next to me, turning to me with that sexy grin I can't get enough of.
"Hey Babe"
I'm so nervous I can't even get a hello out, so I fling my arms around his neck instead, tears are sliding down my cheeks, and I neeeeed to kiss him. As our lips connect, tingly feelings shoot through my body and reside between my thighs, I feel his tongue parting my lips, his hand resting against my hip, his thumb gently moving back and forth over the fabric of my t-shirt, his breath on my cheek, the months and months of passion that is about to spill out onto this park bench... I pull away.
"Hi Nick" I say, blushing.
He wipes the tears from my eyes "You dork, why are you crying?"
"I have no idea" I laugh "It just happened.. don't tease me!"
"You love it", He stands up and takes my hand in his, pulling me to my feet and into his arms. I've thought about this moment so many times before, and now that it's happening I could burst with happiness. Nicks hand roams to the small of my back, pulling me closer into his warm body, I feel his fingers slipping under the hem of my top, sending shivers through me.
"Stop that Nicholas" I say giggling.
"Okay, okay, I'll be good" he grins "Soooo did you want to come to my house... Or am I looking like the killing type?"
I blushed again, I can't stop blushing! I haven't been this nervous in forever. Holding his hands in mine I can feel his wedding band, and thoughts of hot, dirty, secret sex flash into my mind, I know I want Nick, but there's so much guilt at the same time. I spin the wedding band around his finger using my thumb and he knows what's going through my mind.
"Babe.." he sighs "You don't have to worry about that, it's my choice, and I can't and won't pressure you into anything, but I would like to at least hang out together.. you mean so much to me"
I look up into his sexy brown eyes, and I can see the hurt my hesitation has caused, the guilt outweighs any I can feel for his wife, and I press my mouth into his again, this time letting him slide his tongue past my lips. Feeling his tongue massaging mine, and his hand pressed gently on my cheek, his other one running through my hair, our bodies pressed together, I can't ignore the heat building between my thighs.
As we walk to his house, Nick holds my hand and talks constantly about anything and everything, working at breaking down my nervousness. Making me laugh and feel special... And it works.
When we get inside I close the door behind me and I instantly feel Nick's hands slide around my waist, his arms so warm against mine. He leans into me and I can feel his breath on my neck, I long to feel his lips kissing me there, and he knows it, he knows it's my weak spot, so instead I feel his lips against my shoulder as he slides my top aside.
I let out a small laugh and push him away, "You have to let me get through the doorway first!"
I'm sure my cheeks are going red again, I can feel it.
Nick grins "Oh I didn't know there was any kind of doorway rule in place."
My feet are swept out from under me as he picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, my arms around his neck, "I have another doorway to take you through." He says, still grinning.