I circle my apartment finding and returning things to their rightful place. I'm doing anything to keep my mind off my plans for the night.
We have fooled around. Tonight we are going to make love. Fantasies keep popping in my head. I may have to get started before he arrives.
I hear the knock. I throw a par of jeans on a nearby chair. Who cares?
"I love it when you smile like that." he says. He is so tall. I'm lost in his eyes, unable to say "Hello." I never want to forget his smell. Indescribable. I take a deep breath as he walks past.
It is his first time in my apartment. There is not much to look at and not enough space to give a tour. I'm certain he's at least semi-hard. I understand older women wanting twenty-something men.
There is complete silence. We both know what he is here for but we are both too afraid to make the first move. I move him to the couch. "Sit." I sit in front of him. I want to see just how excited he is going to get. It's my own form of passive torture. He wants me. I dim the lights.
I sit down with my legs open. "Wow. You are wearing boy shorts." My nipples are hard and pressing against my shirt.
"Take off your shirt."