I woke up that morning, with him on my mind. I was finally going to meet him. So many things were going through my mind. Steve isn't an ordinary man. There's something about him that separates him from other men I'd known. He had knowledge I'd searched for. I was 24 years old, I'd met my fair share of men. They seemed to be all the same yet a bit different, to me at least. However, I'd never met anyone like Steve. I don't think I ever will again.
As odd as it seemed back then, I could often sense his strong, desirable, and loving presence around me even though we were 3 thousand miles away. We'd been talking for a few months, and had grown to know each other well for being so far apart. I met him online of all things, on a website looking for answers to esoteric questions that I hoped would help explain my unusual life and experiences. He had messaged me the first time I posted on that site, on a random Sunday. We have talked every day since. I couldn't believe we were going to be next to each other soon. I didn't know what to expect. I felt ecstatic and nervous at the same time.
I'd initially wanted him to come to my house, but he insisted for me to meet him in New Orleans. He'd got us a room at the W. That was one of my favorite hotels, and I had a history of going there often throughout my life. I'd only packed a couple of outfits. A dress, a pair of jeans, and a low cut white and black silk shirt. A pair of heels, and a pair of flats.
I put on a pair of leggings and a light blue top that was tight fitting around my torso and breasts. I tied the top of the shirt around my neck. I'd put on a pink thong and no bra. I looked in the mirror, wondering if I'd gone overboard showing off my breasts, no I decided, I wanted to wear the outfit. I knew it looked good on me. I grabbed my small white faux leather luggage bag, slipped on my blue and black flats that covered my painted toes, and headed for the door. I was meeting him at the hotel at 3pm for check-in.
On the ride there I felt his presence around me, and its effects, something I'd become familiar with. It was stronger than I'd ever felt. I felt my clit start to fill with desire. I felt the blood flow increase in my groin as my labia and clit started to swell. I felt an urgent need to touch my slit to satisfy my body's intense begging for satisfaction. After 5 minutes of torture, I had become so wet that the moisture had flooded through my slit and gone through my silver and black leggings. I didn't care. I slowly slipped my right hand down inside my pants and buried my fingers onto my swollen wet slit. I was in the slow lane on the interstate. One hand tightly gripping the leather steering wheel and the other pressing on my swollen clit. I felt my body wanting him inside me more than ever.
I had known if he was in my city it would increase what his presence did to me, but I underestimated just how much. My fingers were pressing on my clit slowly, back and forth. I felt as my clit throbbed with a deep longing for relief. I almost climaxed several times but held it back. When I arrived at the hotel I was hoping for him to make a move, quickly.