Hello, Lover. (First half)


            On my way to the airport, I realized I was meeting up with a man that I never met, to have sexual relations during the span of the weekend. We spoke online only, and this would be our first meeting. Morally I wasn’t sure how to go about it, only addressing the fact that I was highly attracted to this older man living 2 provinces away. I just knew I wanted him. Does this make me a slut? Probably. I decided that it didn’t matter, and I did not care as nobody knew about us. We were both private people, and consenting adults. The only difference was the 16 year age gap.            “Do I look like a slut?” The thought came to mind as I caught my reflection in the panes heading towards the gates. I wore a knee length charcoal pencil skirt, nicely pressed white collar blouse, black stockings, and charcoal pumps.   Yes, you look like a total whore. I giggled, walking as I inspected my reflection in the airport window. Sans blazer, I looked like an off duty stewardess. I ran my fingers through my long black hair to ensure all was in place. You’re a whore, alright. I laughed to myself and strode in.             At the gate I waited, slowly pacing – staring at nothing. Perhaps I arrived Fikirtepe escort bayan a bit too early but such is never a bad thing. In my pacing I came to realize my nervousness, and excitement. I felt like bursting. How do you greet someone you’ve never met? What do you say when all you’ve exchanged were words? I knew nothing except, I wanted to see him immediately. Cutting through the buzz of my own neuroses, I heard rustling around me and looked up to see a mass of faces pouring down from the top of the stairs and escalator. The crowd grew and grew, and I felt lost but stood still.             In standing still swarms of faces surrounded me, greeting their loved ones. I spun in circles scanning, but stopped. A towering figure had stepped into my line of view. Listen pal, shoo! –   I shot the intruder an irritated glance, stepped away, and kept scanning. The towering mass spoke. I stood there staring at him, dumbfounded and blushing like a school girl. It was he, and indeed a towering flesh.             I shook his hand, and he laughed. There was an uncertainty as how I was to greet him in public. It was best to keep it simple. As we made our Escort Sancaktepe way out, we spoke casually about one’s day, overlaying and downplaying the underlying excitement. I kept stealing glances at his face. The eyes, the dimples, and the keeper of the smile – oh those lips which I longed to touch. An infectious smile he had, and warm green eyes to compliment. What a gorgeous man. I couldn’t wait to touch him.             From the airport, I thought I’d be a gracious hostess and took him to a classy dimly lit eatery. We took a booth in the back for a private conversation. During dinner I could not help but smile, as I was suppressing all thoughts of ravaging this man . I figure let him eat first then eat him afterwards. I chuckled at this thought. We sat side by side in a booth, our thighs lightly touching. Time ceased to exist, as we ate, spoke, and laughed. It was delicious to be sitting so close yet barely touching, skin so sensitive to the other’s touch. Deeply I yearned to touch him anywhere. Touch him, grab his cock and get on with it! Easy now, slutty slutterson pace yourself.             My body was sensitive to his movements. The üsküdar escort heat between my hips was growing, inching its way up my body. My chest was pink with excitement and my cheeks flushing in response to his presence. I could not help myself as I instinctively I slowly reached out under the burgundy table cloth and softly caressed his knee – demurely smiling up at him. My thigh slowly and firmly rubbing up against his, as my fingers gently glided upwards. I let my hand rest on his upper thigh, letting the warmth of my hand penetrate the cloth. He took a long deep breath, when I gave his thigh a squeeze. Do you know I want to fuck you on this table? Let them all watch.             He looked down at me watching me caress his thigh, smiling. Deep into his eyes I stared, my hands riding up and down his thigh, building so much heat. His eyes shifting to the people seated around us, no one was watching. When he wasn’t looking, I inched my little hand closer to his form. His head quickly snapped back to look at me, I laughed. We haven’t even finished dinner yet. Do you know how wet I am right now for you, baby? – Fuck dinner! He was moaning ever so slightly under my touch, trying to keep composed. Staring at his lap I knew he was in tune. I felt such urgency, that I reached out and grasped him. He moaned under his breath, his hand roughly clutching my knee. That’s right baby, touch me.             His firmness in my hand I gripped hard and tugged slowly, my other hand raking the crotch of his pants.

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