She saw him from around the corner, she quickly backed up before he looked up and noticed her.
Her breathing got heavier.. There he was, she already knew she was attracted to him. She admired his physique, his bulging muscles that paired up well with his glistening dark skin. His facial expression was cool and collected, his confidence radiated, he looked unstoppable.
She had been talking to him, The_black_knight, online for two weeks. She knew there was something special about him and she was eagerly anticipating the moment when they would finally meet. She had met up with others in the past but with this man she felt a connection like none other.
A sense of intimidation and excitement overcame her. She reminded herself that she needed to pull herself together. She took a deep breath and fixed her long, light blonde hair. She adjusted her white dress, pulling it taut over her bottom, excited that now he would see her body and admire her.
She walked up to where he was sitting and looked at him. A cute, shy smile crossed her face. He looked up and and their eyes met. She felt his deep, dark eyes penetrating her, looking deep into her soul and seeing what she so desired. He knew it so did she. He grinned and greeted her as she made her way to the chair across from him and sat down. His smile was intoxicating and authentic.
They made small talk. They talked about their jobs, opinions, and shared interests. During one part of the conversation he casually brushed her hand with his. An electric energy jolted from within her, it was a sensation she had never felt before. He meant to make it seem like an accident but it didn't matter. All she wanted was to be touched by him, in this moment it was her innermost desire. She moved her hand towards his and brushed against it softly. She wanted to feel his smooth, warm hand against hers. She already pondered how his smooth naked body would feel against her soft wandering hands.
They locked eyes again, a sly smile crossed his face. He granted her wish and took her hand. Her heart was pounding and she glowed with affection. She saw it in his eyes that he looked at her with adoration, yet was so calm and in control. She wished she could feel as in control as he looked in this moment, but she also felt more alive than she had in so long. She couldn't believe that this stranger, this mysterious man she had just met made her feel this way. She felt the excitement seep from between her thighs.
She felt as if he, without touching her or saying a word, reached into her heart and brought out her innermost feminine essence she almost forgot she had.
He began to caress her hand, she began to tremble. She didn't know what to say. He made her feel so virginal and innocent even though she never saw herself that way. She always thought she was more experienced than her girlfriends. She had a fierce and firey spirit, yet as delicate as a flower swaying softly in the breeze to "The Black Knight".
They talked a little more. She felt as if she was regaining her composure, the ability to converse with him as if he was anyone else, but her thoughts would take over again and again. She wanted more. She was brimming with curiosity and desire. He made her feel like a giddy little girl around a first crush, so naΓ―ve and unable to understand the physical effects he had on her. She knew one thing though. She wanted and needed him to make her a woman. Tonight.
Eventually the conversation shifted to what they were going to do next. They agreed to walk around, even though it was getting dark. She was excited by this idea because the table between them created too much distance. She wanted the excuse to get closer to him and to invite him to get closer to her.