The lights of Nashville shine through my windshield as I drive the last hour to our set meeting place. I started this trip over 15 hours ago right after getting off of an 8 hour shift at the factory, so I am tired, but still the excitement of seeing you, and the Metallica CD blasting from the player are keeping me awake. The smell in the truck of Stetson on my shaven cheeks and neck is mixed with the smell of the chocolates I have purchased for you on the way down at a small convenience store. As the last song of the CD blares out to a close, I stop singing and concentrate on the last few miles. I sneak one of the chocolates from the heart and discard the wrapper so as not to show the space in the box. I wonder if youโll notice the cherries on my breath.
Losing concentration a little I have warm thoughts of you waiting for me in the hotel, like you had mentioned you would be before I left. The picture of you โnaked and waitingโ as you has laughed about stirs a bulge in my jeans again as it had many times on this trek. This time I feel the bulge straining out of my bikini underwear, a little larger than previous times, as I approach the hotel we have planned to rendezvous at.
As I pull up to the office I shake off the thoughts so as not to embarrass myself in front of the cashier. As the swelling recedes I climb out of the truck and stretch my heavy legs and working the cramps out of my back walk to the front desk. โRoom key reserved for Dragon," I say knowing you have left me a key to the room you are in. โ217," she says smiling, knowing full well the circumstances behind the beautiful womanโs reservations and hour earlier and the license plates from states away.
โ217," I think โat least it has a lucky 7 in itโ. I bound up the stairs forgetting the weariness in my legs from the long drive. My heart pounding out its anticipation on the moments to come, I slip the key in and open the door.
The lights are very low, just one lamp illuminates your figure lying on the bed in a towel. Your legs are spread slightly. Your jaw dropped just enough to let me hear the soft rasp of your breath, faintly fatigued as if you had just engaged in something strenuous. A smile lightly dawns your lips but still you seem to be sound asleep. I close the door and slip up to you.