It started with a text message, he has a smart mouth and we enjoyed the banter, at times it came close to the mark, but that's what life is all about. Both adults, well I only speak for myself on that one, discussing everything and anything.
After a while it was obvious that we both fancied each other, the text messages were more explicit, more raunchy and I found myself longing for the next message. I was checking my phone throughout the day, damn this man has got under my skin.
And so it began, my man was coming to see me one Saturday in August. Finally I was going to see the guy that got me overheated so easily.
I was nervous but excited at the same time. What if he arrived and didn't like me. Oh god that would be so embarrassing.
I got up early, did I feel sick or was it excitement? God knows, I got in the shower, washed my hair and using my favourite shower gel I washed my skin to within an inch of its life. Shaved my legs and pussy, all tidy for my man.
Wrapping a towel around me I proceeded to dry my hair, yeah it was looking nice. Next, cream body. I love the one I'm using at the moment and it left my body silky smooth and smelling divine.
Makeup done, not too much just the normal mascara and lipstick, red I think that always looks sexy. Now what to wear, oh my god do I dress up, do I wear nothing but a robe, decisions decisions. I opted for a very pretty purple and black silky slip. It hugged my full figure showing off my ample breasts and my sexy tummy and bum. There.... Done.
Now I wait, what if he doesn't turn up, what if he looks at me and gets back in the car.....
My stomach is in turmoil... why for god's sake we've been texting for so long, we get on fine. For god's sake he's just a bloke. Yeah but not any bloke.
For the umpteenth time I checked to make sure I looked alright, damn, perfume, I forgot perfume, finding my favourite I sprayed it everywhere.
Oh god I hear a car pull up, there's no turning back now. I went out to meet him. He's everything I dreamt of, tall and oh so handsome. Then he spoke. My gorgeous man from Devon has a Midlands accent, I think I've died and gone to heaven. His voice made me melt.
He came towards me, his arm went around me pulling me in close he kissed me. Oh dear god yes please.
We walk indoors. I offer coffee but he only drinks cold drinks, that's cool, weird, but cool. I take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.
My body is on fire, his touch is insane, his kisses, my god his kisses are the best ever.