When we met for lunch yesterday, I thought we were simply going to meet for lunch.
I was quite happy with that because I had already seen him the day before and I enjoy his company (touch).
During our prior lunch date, I mentioned that I had finished my book. It seemed like he was eager to have his turn reading it, so I really thought he just wanted to go over that with me…
Anyhow… Later yesterday morning he sent the message, “Good morning, Flower. I will text you details a little later about lunch. But it’s going to be around our usual time.” (see? Lunch.)
I thanked him for telling me and sent him Kisses and Sunshine.
At about 1PM, he sent me the hotel name and address. *sigh* My heart skipped a beat and I told myself that there was probably a cool restaurant in the lobby or next door or something like that (yeah, right… But *you know* that if I had started thinking we were actually going to get naked together, I would start getting nervous! I was trying to stay calm. Also, I wasn’t ready for a ‘first encounter’ — if I had known this was going to happen I would have shaved my legs, right? At least I had on a new pair of panties. Whew! š )
We sent a couple messages back and forth, but he was busy.
Ten minutes before I was to arrive, he sent me the room number and “directly behind the office second floor”.
That’s when I started to get nervous! My heart was thumping, but I was telling myself he probably just wanted to have somewhere quiet and private to go over my book and our ‘rules’. You know, stuff like that.
By the time I was parking the car, I knew why I was really there and I think my nervousness calmed a little.
I mean, this is what I wanted, right?
It was awesome! I wish we had more time. I could have laid with him for the rest of the afternoon and into the night…
The ‘ice’ has been broken. I was given incredibleĀ orgasmic release many, many times…
He was definitely worth the wait!
But I can’t help worrying if I did well. If he’s satisfied, too.
(I know, I know… I worry too much!)
Was *I* worth the wait?
Oh, Mr. X, did I take off any of your edge?
Assuage any of your hunger?
He was so quiet. So very quiet.
Not even a grunt (maybe a couple quiet onesĀ near the end š ).
I’m telling myself that it was just becauseĀ I felt so good —Ā he had to concentrate that hard not to cum.
But I can’t help wondering:
Why didn’t he text me back?
*sigh* I have so much more to learn…
