I eagerly embarked on my journey to Scotland, finally being able to meet the girl who had consumed my every thought. As my flight landed around 7 in the evening, my anticipation grew, and I grew restless. I navigated through the customary airport formalities, my mind fixated on one thing: seeing her. We had spent nearly a year in an intoxicating dance of getting to know each other, with relentless sexting.
And there she stood before me, a vision of striking beauty. We had decided on her attire the previous day: a light pink top and an enticingly short grey skirt, devoid of panties or bra. The moment I stepped out, I embraced her with the fiercest hug, sealing it with a gentle kiss on her lips. Countless more embraces and kisses were to follow, but our desires burned hotter than ever. We got into her car, driving towards her place, engaging in superficial conversation while our hearts screamed for so much more.
It was around 10 pm, the rain pouring down as we entered her driveway. Nestled in a charming neighborhood, her cozy little house awaited us. She halted the car midway, her gaze penetrating me, silently conveying, "I'm here, I'm yours, take me right here, right now." There she sat, right in front of me, a sight that rendered me frozen. Where should I begin? My thoughts raced, until they abruptly halted. Her lips gently brushed against mine, and the world turned into a blur. Her delicate, soft touch intoxicated me. I reciprocated, teasingly tugging at her lip.