It has been six months since the night we met on line and I was finally going to see you. Our conversations and letters have gotten quite steamy. My entire day has been a complete blur. All day long all I could think of was getting off work and going to your hotel. As the whistle sounds the end of my day, I feel my heart begin to race in anticipation. The drive to your hotel takes less than five minutes but it seams like an eternity. I finally arrive and my palms start to sweat, the elevator stops on fourteen and I can feel my heart pounding.
As I knock on the door, I can hardly take the anticipation. As you open the door, I can see that you are wearing a red sheer shirt with matching panties. I am mesmerized by the look of your luscious lips that match your outfit. I find it hard to believe that this is happening as you invite me in. I can't keep my hands away from your body as my eyes take in all of your enticing body. I pull you close and look deep into your eyes as I bend my head to kiss your searing lips. You seem to melt in my arms and your sweet fragrance makes me want you even more. Our lips part and I regretfully pull away so I can take a quick shower and change clothes.
I rush quickly in the shower because I want to spend every available minute with you. You look at me and ask if you could join me. I tell you "No, because I want this afternoon to last all night and forever." As I quickly towel dry, I can feel my blood starting to boil as I think of you in the next room. I hurriedly dress and join you.
I enter the room and you are relaxing on the bed. I come to you and sit beside you on the bed. At that moment, there is a knock at the door. A voice says, "room service". I had ordered a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries with whip cream to surprise you.
The look of nervousness on your face quickly fades as I explain what I have done. I pay him and roll the cart into the room as he leaves. I pop the cork and the look of surprise is still on your face as I pour 2 glasses. I hand you one of the glasses and pick up a strawberry, run it through the whip cream and slowly feed it to you. A bit of whip cream is stuck on your chin and I lean forward and gently lick it off. As we sip the champagne, the strawberries slowly disappear and there is nothing left but the whip cream. I put a dab on your neck and move to lick it off.