The First Meet

Imagine now….how our first meet would go.

You feel as safe as possible beforehand, because of our many online chats. You know I am a kind, gentle person, and you feel comfortable. And that tremble in your knees, that tingle in your belly – they defy logic and reason. It’s been a very long time since you felt so …alive! And yet -you’ve only seen my picture; you can’t confirm an address or a phone number. A tiny spark of fear glows deep in your mind, despite all your precautions.

As per my tasking, you left home for a weekend “business trip” to ________. After an uneventful flight, you take the airport shuttle to the hotel we’d chosen. Even though you exit the van carefully, your skirt rises high on your leg, exposing a spread of creamy white flesh. The driver is quick to notice, and smiles appreciatively. You quickly smooth the material, restoring a bit of decorum to the body you will soon yield to me. Even without looking up, you sense other eyes taking in your appearance. The manager? A maid? a customer, gazing down from the 4th floor? you don’t know, of course, but your face still flushes crimson as you feel the uncontrollable wetness well forth again.

As you walk through the automatic door, a gust of chilled lobby air flirts with your bare legs, and you gasp softly as you feel the delicate coolness on your wet pussy. The desk clerk is watching you approach; a beaming smile lighting up his face. You realize that you’re perfectly silhouetted in the entryway by the afternoon sun.