I've been pacing the apartment for 15 minutes. The place is clean. I washed the floors, changed the sheets. Put everything away. But I can't sit down. I just received your text. You're arriving any minute now. My cat looks at me confused as I pace the hallway. Sit down in the kitchen. Immediately get up and pace the hallway again. I go back to the bathroom. Check myself in the mirror. I can almost see the butterflies in my stomach trying to claw their way out...
The doorbell rings.
I try to keep myself from running to the door. Slow steps. Don't want to seem too eager.
"Hello"
"Hi"
"Um, come in."
You are dressed in a fitting black shirt and tight black shorts, the clothes graciously complimenting your body. The black highlighting your long brown hair and piercing eyes. I awkwardly invite you inside and quickly sneak a look at your ass in those shorts.
I give you a quick tour. Living room, kitchen, bedroom and can't help but notice your sideways glance at the bed. As if you were evaluating its capabilities. I guide you back to the kitchen and start making some tea. You sit down and look at my tea ritual. The loose leaves and earth clay teapots. We start to chat. Small talk. Not sure which subject to broach, we keep it light. The tea is ready and I sit down beside you. I take my time admiring your face as you gently sip the hot tea. When you look up and notice me looking at you, you return my gaze. Looking intently into my eyes. A lewd little smile forms across your lips. And though we both know what the other is thinking right now, we remain quiet. I break the spell to wax poetically about tea and while you are listening to me, granting the occasional "oh-hum", "I see", your eyes dart from my eyes to my lips and back. I can barely make complete sentences as I continue looking at your body and face. You are more beautiful than the pictures hinted at and I feel a sexual desire surge through my body and thoughts. I stammer across the last few words as we just stare at each other. The sexual tension palpable.
I invite you to join me in the living room to get more comfortable. As I follow you down the corridor, I put my hand upon your back and you slow to a stop. You slowly turn around as I hope to Hell I haven't made a faux-pas. You take a half-step towards me, my hand now upon your waist, and put a hand on my shoulder as we stare into each other's eyes. The moment seems to last forever as we stand there in anticipation. And, without a word, I tilt your chin slightly upwards and kiss you. Our lips meeting for the first time.
You are the one to take the initiative and your lips part slightly as your tongue darts towards my mouth. As the intensity of our kiss increases, I turn your back against the wall and delicately push you against it. Pressing my body against yours. You sigh into my mouth as our kiss redoubles in intensity. I grab your right leg and lift it up against my thigh, pressing my now noticeable erection against you. Your arms snake their way over my shoulders and behind my head where you hook them, pulling me against you. I start slowly humping your body as my free hand makes its way down towards your breasts.
You push me away softly and our lips untangle. We stare at each other panting slightly and I break into a huge grin. You can't help but smile back and, grabbing my hand, you lead me to my room.
You sit on the bed and look up at me, expectantly. I approach and, with a hand across your chest, push you down on your back. I climb over you and start kissing you again. A kiss that you eagerly return. My right hand winds it way down to your left breast that I start to fondle and knead as we continue kissing sloppily. Breathing hard against each other. After a few moments, you flip me on my back, climbing on me and straddling my waist. You take your shirt off, your eyes leaving my gaze for only the split-second it takes to pull it over your head. As I start to play with your breasts over your bra, you reach behind your back and unclasp it. Taking your bra down and off your body, exposing your magnificent breasts.