I'm excited. I'm aroused. He's coming to visit me. It's the most exciting thing that's happened to me in the last 30 years.
We met online. He's a couple of years younger than I. I've met many people online. Most of them exchange just a few messages and disappear. I've been ghosted many times. And, to be honest, most times it's my fault. I'm not willing to go anywhere to meet a contact. I don't like to travel. I ask people to visit me here.
Where is "here"? Here is Concord, New Hampshire, USA. The "USA" eliminates all those outside the USA. Well, maybe not Canada. Or, at least, not the eastern part of Canada - Nova Scotia, PEI, Quebec, and Ontario - fans of the Senators, Canadians, or Leafs.
And people in the USA but in states not close to NH are not likely to take a trip to Concord. Heck, I live here. But, if I didn't, I can't think of any reason anyone would want to come here. They might want to visit the ski areas of NH (which Concord is not) or the seacoast (again, which Concord is not). O.K., it is the state capital. But that's not much of a draw. I don't think that anyone that gets sent here looks at coming to Concord as a bonus. It's just a hick city. Come here, endure the boredom, and then get the hell out of here to get into the real world in Boston, New York, Philadelphia, and other places west and/or south.
But he's coming! He's coming today! Today - Valentine's Day. And he coming for sex! Sex! Our bodies are to be merged for pleasure. Touching, feeling, arousing sex!
I'm dressed for it! And I'm aroused! I'm wet where you'd expect it. My nipples are on alert - peaked and tingling. I have on a shelf bra. My tits are supported, and my nipples are right there exposed for teasing, tweaking, kissing, licking, sucking, and whatever else he may want to do with them. The short robe I have on goes just to midthigh. And that's all I'm wearing. The bra and the robe. Everything else is uncovered and available.
His car is in the driveway. He's here. I've left the doors unlocked. There he is. OMG, I can't wait!