I can't believe this day has finally arrived, the nerves building in the pit of my stomach.
We have been planning this date for a while now, online I have had the confidence to be as seductive as I have wanted to be, but real life?
This is a different matter. I'm naturally a shy girl but I am determined to overcome this, choosing my most seductive outfit, for our first meeting.
Our plan is to meet at a busy Irish bar in town, and as I have previously described to him I wear a tight, low cut, red dress. The cut and shape of the top, emphasizes my full, ripe breasts that are almost spilling over the top. I decided on no tights just my long, bare, soft, silky legs, with red painted toenails and open-toed heeled shoes.
As I reach the bar I can't help but tremble with excitement and anticipation. I try to calm my trembling hands and strengthen my jelly like legs. I walk into the bar, scan the crowd and I can't see him, I am about to turn on my heel and walk away, when I feel the brush of a soft, gentle hand against my exposed, naked, shoulder.
My heart beats a thousand beats and something sensual inside me sparks. I turn, to be greeted by a tall, handsome, dark haired gentleman.
"Wow, you look a million dollars, truly amazing as you described in your email." There is a long pause as our eyes lock and he is becoming my guilty pleasure, my instant obsession.
"I have reserved us a window table and ordered us a bottle of fruity, white wine. I hope this for-fills your needs.
My mind is running on overtime now as I think to myself
"You will for-fill my needs."
I'm speechless, unable to respond verbally, only being able to carry off a smile and giving a gentle, pleasing nod. Gary's words may only of been simple words but the way he presents them in his sexy Irish accent makes me melt inside.
He takes hold of my hand escorting me confidently to our table, pulling out my chair to allow me to be seated and then walking round to sit directly opposite me. Even the way he walks, carries something special, something deep, something sexy, something erotic.
He begins to make conversation and I respond where necessary but as though I have been put in a trance, I'm bewildered by this amazingly, sensual man.
A few hours pass and I still feel besotted, yet my shyness is fading and my confidence grows.
The fire inside me destine to be released, starts to escape from within.
I slide my dainty, petite foot from my shoe and begin to edge it up the inside of his thighs, tracing it over his tender, cum-filled ball, and working up his tensing shaft. On return, giving him a gentle squeeze to his now growing immensely shaft.
He releases a quite moan as I repeat my actions once again but upping my game slightly. Circling my toes around the tip of his member as I reach the top.
Another moan is released, and he slides back in his seat involuntarily.
I take my glass of wine in my hand, drinking the remains and stand. I turn my back and walk a few steps, turn towards him and seductively wiggle my finger, to entice him out. He follows intriguingly, being led outside, where the rain is banging of the paths and kerbs as it pelts from the dark skies.
The rain is no longer the only thing making me wet now.
The sight of my gorgeous Irishman, soaked through, wearing a white shirt, showing off his masculine, toned body making him even more sexy. With a Christian Grey appeal about him.