The light is soft but not dark, the air is light ... a sweet french vanilla candle has been lit for a subtle accent ...no stereo or tv ...just whatever sounds we will make tonight.
I have dressed as seductively as I know how to and still be able to feel comfortable ...with a slight bit of fear that how I doll up for a man and how I SHOULD doll up for a woman are two different things. She had said something about how her eyes are drawn to large breasted women who show lots of cleavage, so I have chosen the cream colored sweater that is loose enough to hide my extra weight under, but dips low enough to expose my breasts down to the v of my red front hook underwire bra.
I haven't spent this much time on my hair in a couple of years. Tonight is obviously important to me.
We both know that this is PROBABLY a sex date...at least that seems to be the intention for both of us ...with limited time before I turn into a pumpkin and have to have you out of the house. But as this is our first meeting...we just don't know the chemistry yet ..of how the fantasy turns into reality. I have plans and I am sure you do as well...we will see how they mesh.
When you arrive at the door and ring the bell, I could probably answer within seconds, but of course I let my heartbeat settle down before pulling open the door and see you and things began to take an erotic turn when I realize that you have dressed for sex ...and instead of "hey brenda.." or "good to see you" ..you exclaim in a kind of astonishment combined with admiration, "BRENDA!" as you look me over head to toe with a look desire accompanying your smile that makes me feel kinda like a piece of meat ...but ...I don't have a single problem with that. I like it tonight.
"I am soooooo glad to finally meet you Brenda "
"Me too ..you look even better than the pictures you sent," I reply.
"oh I was just about to say that to you......well at least the pictures you sent with ....you know...all your clothes on that is ." ("wasting little time getting to it I think")
You are in my house now ...we find a place for your purse and I show you some favorite things downstairs ...You like my baskets and I confidently say "Oh, I have a few more of those in the bedroom you can see later," which is a definite reference to how I plan on the night ending up there....I am also aware that it sounds as trite as a low budget porn for the moment ...but as casual as this between us is, the pressure is a bit off to impress. It seems the little miss shy one inside me is hiding away and the bold seductive lesbian in me (great sarcasm intended) , as long as it's just the two of us and all cards were on the table from the start of this game, is coming out to play, pleasure, and please.
You decline the elements of hospitality first offered, as in something to eat ..I apologize all over myself for forgetting to pick up wine, but it's ok with you and you allow me to serve you a can of diet coke and a oh so fancy plastic cup of ice ..."aren't you impressed with my fabulous taste," we laugh, and we talk about the long drive you've just had to meet me, the weather, and "I love the way you are dressed tonight" mutual admiriation society members in administrative meeting.
But very soon, the small talk in a lull, and here you've only been inside my house for 5 minutes ...I know I am comfortable and can sense you are too and I see where its probably going so I stop, standing there I look into your eyes...come towards you and gently throw my arms around your shoulders and neck...."I need to tell you a couple of things ok?"
"ok" you reply with a smile as if we have known each other much longer than this first face to face meeting between the IM friends we have become the last month.
"See ....I don't know what is about to happen with us...but ummm...you have my heart ready to jump right out of my chest."
"And that's what your blouse is doing to me," you reply as I feel the blush come over me.
