A special man

A special man

(To you as a reader, this is not a true story -yet. I’m going to make it happen=)

We’d met for a while now. The attraction was present for both of us, but none of us dared. I’d admired you in hiding for a long time. I’d seen that great smile that made me melt, that little ass and hip that was meant for play. You were a man with a big M. You were a few years older than me, and I liked it. A mature man, and you knew what you wanted.

I’d studied your body every time you visited. We had been dating for a while and there was nothing more. We had flirted, enjoyed ourselves, and played with the idea that there could be more. I had fantasized about you day and night, and had wild dreams about how you were in bed. Now it was finally going to happen. We were both tired of going to wait for the other one to take the initiative, so we simply agreed on a time when we were going to meet and let our fantasies come to life.

I had always admired the confidence you had with you, I became like a teenager again — even though I was in my early 20s — and had had enough experience with men. What had been fucking. Simply wild sex. No passion, just sex. This time I wanted to experience something else. I wanted to enjoy you, all of you, all night, every night.

We had arranged for you to come visit on a Friday night. I was nervous, I didn’t really know where to put myself. The red wine glass was filled up for the evening so I had something to calm down on before you walked in the door. I knew you appreciated sexy lace, so I’d been shopping a few days before to find the best. I showered, took care of myself, shaved every corner, but left a little detail behind. I came out of the shower and dried myself. I wore the perfume on my wrists, neck and stomach. I wanted you to smell a healthy, young, woman. I put the red perfume bottle on the bathroom sink and took a sip of the mighty wine. The taste of it reminded me a little of the mighty perfume you wore last time. I felt like I was getting light-headed and longing for you to hold me passionately.

I wiped my dark hair and styled it wildly. The black lace panties I pulled up my resilient thighs and saw that it fit perfectly over my ass. I wore my bra and saw my little resilient breasts coming out. I had bought the perfect lingerie…