We've been talking for so long no one should feel any nerves, but sitting at the edge of the bed in this hotel, I do, I'm racked with them.
You can never judge what someone's reaction is going to be, I'm crippled with doubt because the reaction is not usually the one I want, and I'm worried this one will be no different.
I've made an effort, I'm not in my usual jeans and T shirt, I've swapped it for a black dress, tights and shoes, underneath a matching underwear set, although I have not deviated from my usual colour they are still black!
I feel self conscious, uncomfortable and so out of my comfort zone.
I hear the door open and I inwardly cringe, this is crunch time, I look up and catch his eyes and he smiles and he's so gorgeous when he smiles I can't help but smile back, I can feel my grin stretching from ear to ear. He's taller than what I imagined but I love that.
He comes and stands in front of me at the bed and taking my hands pulls me to my feet, twirling me round, raising an eyebrow and saying "No jeans". No I reply blushing. It's at that point he takes my face in his hands and kisses me and I am lost, my body betrays me, I remember all his words on screen and everything zones into that one kiss, my nipples harden, moisture flows to my pussy and I moan, a long low moan that leaves my intentions very clear.
His hands trace the outline of my breasts against the fabric of my dress and again I moan, pushing myself forward into his touch, my hands going to his shirt to undo the buttons, sliding it from his shoulders, my hands moving to his cool skin, tracing his collar bone, running my fingers down his chest to his nipples, tracing the outline with my fingertips, before replacing them with my tongue. Sucking and licking his nipples.
