A's heart was thumping. The digital clock on the cooker read 17:32. J would be home from work soon.
She tugged absently at her Totoro thigh high tights, then walked the ten or so steps to the bedroom in the small flat. For what seemed like the hundredth time that afternoon she moved the chair that she'd set up facing the bed. A bit closer this time. She smiled to herself. Perfect.
She looked in the wardrobe mirror. She'd been getting ready for the past hour, showering, shaving, trimming. She ran her hand over her close cropped head, hairs prickling under her touch. As well as the thigh highs she was wearing a black and white check skirt, and a low black top with a Nightmare Before Christmas motif. Her lingerie she'd bought specially for today. She felt a tickle in her gut, impatient. She licked her lower lip, felt her firm nipples against her new bra. He had to be here soon.
A few seconds later there was a knock on the door.
Trying not to hurry, she hurried back to the kitchen and then along the hallway. She didn't bother to check the view hole, hastily she pulled the door back and immediately grinned at the middle aged man standing there, recognising Shaun from his app profile and the WhatsApp pictures they'd shared. He grinned back, that winning toothy smile of his. He was wearing jeans and a loose shirt, and Doc Martens with their distinctive yellow laces. His head was shaved, closer than hers, and he had a neat beard just showing some white hairs at the chin.
'I found your place,' he said, gesturing. 'Ah, obviously.'
He looked around, A found it cute that he was nervous too.
'You went with the thighs highs and and the Nightmare Before Christmas top,' he stated unnecessarily. 'Y'know, they were my favourites from the photos'.
'I know, mine too,' replied A. 'Umm, come in.'
Shaun walked into the flat and looked absently around. It was a fairly typical place, IKEA furniture, L-shaped sofa, large flat TV mounted to the wall, some kids toys tucked hastily in a corner.
'Do you want a drink?' A asked.
'Umm sure, water?' Replied Shaun.
A moment later she passed him a glass and he sipped absently, then looked around again. He sighed.
'It's strange, I'm not sure what to say,' he gave an unconvincing chuckle. 'It was easier planning on WhatsApp somehow, wasn't it?' He asked, eyes flitting from the floor to meet hers.
'Maybe, but this is better,' said A, reaching out she took him by the hand. 'Umm, we don't actually have much time.'
'Oh, right. What time does... I mean, what time should we be...?' Shaun asked.
'Usually around 6ish,' replied A.
Shaun looked around and found the oven clock. 17:46.
'Right, so then... how do you want to... start?' He asked.
'I'm not really sure,' replied A. She took his hand and slowly laid it on her chest above her heart. She smiled again. 'Can you feel how my heart is going?'
'Ah, yeah,' said Shaun, clearly delighting in the feel of her skin under his fingertips.
Their eyes met, lingered. His hand was still over her heart, thumping in her chest. He could feel her bra shifting through her shirt, her small breasts rising and falling rhythmically.
'Can I kiss you?' Shaun asked.
A laughed. 'Yes please,' she replied.
Shaun placed his glass on a side table, then leaned closer. He took his other hand away from her chest and placed one on each of her hips. He was a good foot taller than A. He leaned in, head tilting down and hers went back automatically.
Their lips met tentatively at first, lips slightly dry, closed, friction. Then the stiffness went out of the kiss, instinct took over and they leaned into each other, pressing their moistening lips together. A's mouth opened, she could feel his breath, then extending the tip of her tongue searched until she found his, intertwined, dancing together.
Their bodies pressed closed together, unthinking his hands slid from her hips to gently caress her ass. Moving slowly up and down. Large, new hands gently kneaded her flesh. She felt a moan leave her mouth and get lost in his, their lips still locked together.
She ran her own hands up his chest until she could feel skin at the collar of his cotton shirt, and then down again over his stomach to the waist of his tight jeans. She prised one forefinger inside just a little, just so she could feel his skin, soft hairs. In response he pressed against her midriff and she could feel his hardening cock pressing against her stomach from inside the stiff denim.