I am surprised. We met for the first time two nights ago after talking months online and the phone. It is around nine on Monday night and I am waiting for your call. I look forward to talking to you tonight. When we met, I was so attracted to you, I had to calm myself down, especially when you hugged me goodbye. Damn was that Issey Miyake you were wearing?
The phone rings and it is you. My heart skips a beat just hearing your voice. "Good evening Sexy, were you busy?" I am never too busy for you I want to scream, but calmly I reply no not at all. You tell me to come over. Looking at my phone, wondering where this request is coming from, knowing damn well I want to come as I am in my Joe Boxers pj pants and my tank top. I say yes and you give me directions.
Hanging up I jump up and run to my closet trying to find the perfect outfit. I am not expecting anything to happen tonight, but you never know. Black is your favorite color, and so it will not be hard to find something to wear.
Twenty minutes later I am pulling up to your place. I actually have butterflies in my stomach. Walking up I am smiling to myself wondering if you will be as happy to see me as I am you.
Opening the door you stand back and take in the full view of me. Extending your hand to mine you invite me in and close the door. Pulling me close you give me a big hug. Damn what a fit. I fit just right in your arms. Tonight you are wearing one of my favorite colognes. I am sure you remember me saying I love Herrara for men by Carolina Herrara.
Walking me to the couch, you twirl me around to get the full effect of what I am wearing. I am wearing a long black skirt with a split up the side, a cute black sheer blouse with tiny buttons down the front. You cannot see my long legs but you know I have on black stockings, and a pair of strappy 5 inch stilettos. (Whispering, I can barely walk in these, but they are not made for walking.)
You ask me if I would like a glass of wine, and I say yes. You walk back into the living room with a tray of cheese, and warm bread. Hmm . . . cheese and bread, but it looks good. Sitting the tray down you pick up the bowl of cheese an a piece of bread when somehow you spill the cheese all over me. Glad it was not really hot.
You pull me up and lead me to your bedroom. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, you can see that you have made a big mess. You tell me to take off my clothes and you will give me a T-shirt and take my clothes to the cleaners in the morning
Standing near your high back leather chair I turn my back to you and slide the skirt down to the floor. I hear a soft moan and you are pretending to be looking for a shirt for me to wear, but I heard that moan. Handing me the T-shirt, you sit on the edge of your bed. A bed made for the perfect King and that is you. Facing you I slowly and seductively unbutton my blouse.
"Yes." There it is a moan, and you are smiling.