I've been pacing the apartment for 15 minutes. The place is clean. I washed the floors, changed the sheets. Put everything away. But I can't sit down. I just received your text. You're arriving any minute now. My cat looks at me confused as I pace the hallway. Sit down in the kitchen. Immediately get up and pace the hallway again. I go back to the bathroom. Check myself in the mirror. I can almost see the butterflies in my stomach trying to claw their way out...
The doorbell rings.
I try to keep myself from running to the door. Slow steps. Don't want to seem too eager.
"Hello"
"Hi"
"Um, come in."
You are dressed in a fitting black shirt and tight black shorts, the clothes graciously complimenting your body. The black highlighting your long brown hair and piercing eyes. I awkwardly invite you inside and quickly sneak a look at your ass in those shorts.
I give you a quick tour. Living room, kitchen, bedroom and can't help but notice your sideways glance at the bed. As if you were evaluating its capabilities. I guide you back to the kitchen and start making some tea. You sit down and look at my tea ritual. The loose leaves and earth clay teapots. We start to chat. Small talk. Not sure which subject to broach, we keep it light. The tea is ready and I sit down beside you. I take my time admiring your face as you gently sip the hot tea. When you look up and notice me looking at you, you return my gaze. Looking intently into my eyes. A lewd little smile forms across your lips. And though we both know what the other is thinking right now, we remain quiet. I break the spell to wax poetically about tea and while you are listening to me, granting the occasional "oh-hum", "I see", your eyes dart from my eyes to my lips and back. I can barely make complete sentences as I continue looking at your body and face. You are more beautiful than the pictures hinted at and I feel a sexual desire surge through my body and thoughts. I stammer across the last few words as we just stare at each other. The sexual tension palpable.