It was the day of the meet up. I woke up early due to the anticipation and I immediately thought about my Italian bodybuilder. Was he awake? Was he thinking about me? Was he erect?
The previous day had been great. I had been full of adrenaline and nervous energy. My fingers and toe nails had been treated and painted and my hair had been cut professionally. I had bought a red dress, black silk stockings and leather red high heeled shoes. As we were dining alone I wanted to looked classy and sexual.
I woke my man up with a drink of coffee. I slipped under the covers, grabbed his cock and whispered, "Hey sweetie, you're going to watch me get fucked later, aren't you?" He started to grow and I playfully chastised him, "Dino's the next one to put his cock inside me. Wait your turn you naughty boy."
We set off for the hotel after a leisurely morning. My husband watched as I packed my clothes. I made sure he saw every piece of lingerie and felt him watching as I tested the batteries on my rabbit vibrator.
We made small talk and listened to music in the car but with each mile we travelled I became more excited. The tingling sensation started in my chest and ended between my legs. My pussy was already damp.
We parked up and checked in at the hotel. It was 3pm and I had to unpack and get ready for my hot date. The picture of his huge cock would not leave my mind. How was I going to manage it? Would I be able to fit it in my mouth?
Let's just say... I couldn't wait to try!