I’d always fantasized about being with the man of my dreams. He was everything I wanted in a man- tall, handsome, strong, sexy, and confident. He was the kind of man that knows what he wanted. I tossed and turn at night thinking about all the things that I wanted to do to him. I was hooked. Again and again I thought about fucking him and making him mine for just one night. One day online, many years after he gave me my very first kiss, I got to speak to him once again. He called me on the phone and said that he wanted to see me. He wanted me to come over to his home in the next town over. I was so nervous, and very anxious, to be so close to him again. What would happen there? I didn’t know, but I badly needed to find out. We made plans and I was going to see him… alone.
I left my house in the middle of the day. The paper white snow covered the ground as I boarded the bus and paid the driver my fare. Sitting on the ride I thought about every possible scenario that could happen and a smile spread across my face. When I arrived at his house he was outside working and hanging lights. He was wearing a blue and yellow sports jacket that fit him in all the right places.
“Hey, could you give me a minute? I’m almost done getting these up,” he called out.
“Sure,” I said looking up at him on the ladder.
He had his strong arms up near the edge of the roof and I could see his delicious looking abs.