Written by NymphandManic

BDSM
22 Oct 2012


He is coming today, she thinks as she sits in front of her dressing table mirror and looks at herself still wet from the hot shower just taken. She sits naked and looks at herself but without really seeing what and who is sitting there, in her mind's eye she is remembering the long hours of sitting either chatting online or lying luxuriating on her bed while listening to his voice.

Her cheeks are flushed already despite the chill of the air on her wet skin, her nipples stand hard and aching and she can feel the smoothness of her pussy already becoming moist in spite of the careful and deep washing it just had.

She looks at the clock again a reflex now becoming an obsession another two hours til he lands if the gods are kind and no delays, another hour to clear the tedious officials and drive from there to here, so maybe in three hours or maybe a little longer her door bell will ring .....

They have talked long into the early hours many times now, and they know the inner most fantasies and experiences of each other thru recalled anecdotes or fantasies shared, she blushes slightly remembering some of the things she has said and shared still not quite able to believe they have not tainted his view of her, but she pushes the thought aside. Today she sees if he is as she has imagined and hoped, today she will no matter what at least have some release, the release her body is craving and has been for a long while now. She knows that when he enters her house and she moves behind him to lock the door, making sure that no one will disturb them, she will be taken, how and how it will feel she knows not yet, but she knows no matter what he looks like or how her lasting impression will form of him, she will be taken she cannot not be now, she wants him at a base level which takes over any thought of looks or attraction in the boring sense. He has captured the essence of her and that has taken over for at least this moment of her life.

She begins the ritual of creams and potions that she uses to keep her skin soft supple and hopefully line free for a little longer, time is beginning to show on her face, luckily not much yet but it's starting, so her rituals are followed they help to soothe her anyway feeling the slippery rich creams soaking into her face neck, down her chest into the swollen aching tits. Then swopping the cream to the oil she favours its fruit smell is a delight altho it doesn't stay on the skin once absorbed she loves the way it tickles her nose as it warms on her body. She feels her hands sliding down her arms, then stomach round to lower back then arse, replenishing the wet oily liquid on her hands as needed. The feel of the oil reminds her of how pussy juice when flowing freely feels, when coating her hands, either from herself or from a lover lying with legs open and cunt flowing and begging for more play.

She 's the fact she is aroused, nervous yes scared, that is causing her mind to jump around as it is, she glances at the clock again, see's that her time til the bell rings is less but still too long for her quickly tightening inner coil. She mentally tries to pull herself together, she gives herself her usual pep talk, "you are a beautiful person, you deserve all you want, you will not be ashamed of who and what you are, instead you will proud of what is you and revel in that", She repeats the words a few times, she off by heart it's a mantra which usually helps her to feel empowered and ready for either the business meeting she is dreading or for meeting someone new, today it's not working, her mind will not focus, her mind is being evil, its betraying her filling her with doubts, what if he looks at her and she does not see the lust in his eyes but disgust, what if after he was had his way she feels indifference and the need in him to be away from her quickly, as quick as decency will allow?

She realises she has stopped her calming administration of her oils, and shakes herself out of her dream (or nightmare) state and re oils her palms, she continues to rub the oil into her arse cheeks making sure to oil the cleft and down to the tight hole. The motion helps to calm her mind and both arouse her more, and she relaxes a little, continues on her own journey over her body. More oil, rubbing into thighs and mound, feeling for herself the moistness already between her thighs but not exploring it just accepting it is there. Down her legs one at a time right to between the toes, the sliding of slippery fingers between the toes sending shivers thru her already tense body, then back up to the other leg, the same again, until finally her body is creamed oiled and finished.

She then sits again, and while the creams and oils soak into her flesh she starts the rest of her preparations the drying of the long wild hair, wondering again how he will see her, when first his eyes meet her in the flesh, a glance the clock, time seems now to be speeding when it was so slow.

The makeup, usually her mask, to hide behind, now something to hopefully enhance rather than hide herself, then finally the perfume, which one from the many bottles standing, she does not have to think long before her hand takes the large blue bottle, this scent is the one she reserves for her moments when she is wanting to be her best, maybe he will like a different scent, on her and she hopes he will tell her in time, if indeed they end up in time together, but today she chooses. She sprays herself loving the smell, the way being scented ready to be smelt by another makes her feel, she knows she is heavy handed with it but does not care it is her way.

Suddenly her phone whistles, the noise which irritates so many but she keeps anyway as an act of defiance, she reaches for the phone swipes the screen reads the message "landed, thru customs in car" followed by three kisses xxx, her heart falls down to the pit of her stomach. She feels her palms begin to sweat, the heat breaking over her scalp, nerves she knows. Her breath has quickened and she makes a conscious effort to slow it, to regain some form of composure.

She looks to the bed, where her clothes are laid out, she starts with the stockings, sliding them up her legs fastening the annoying clips metal now as she always manages to break the slight plastic ones. Then the black lace bra, pulling her tits up and forward into the tight article, making sure they look the best they can, feeling the lace rub against the already hard almost sore nipples.

Then the dress, as requested, no demanded, the dress it has taken her an age to find, a dress she would never normally wear, does not really like other than she will please him, it's as he requested with buttons running down from the dipped neckline to hem, a few inches above her knee. she slowly fastens herself into it. then is slipping the shoes onto her feet as she hears a car pulling up outside her house.

She does not rush to the window, but just straightens her dress and slowly walks out her bedroom door, to the stairs and down careful holding onto the banister, for support, as her legs suddenly feel unable to hold her. She reaches the bottom in front of the large mirror placed there for her to see herself before she leaves the safety of her home on normal days. She looks into the mirror, and does not recognise the woman standing looking back, she stares into the bright hot wanton eyes, as the door bell chirps, her stomach again drops and she feels a flood of hotness between her legs, its time................

She turns away from the reflection takes the three maybe four steps to the front door, slippery hand shaking on handle, pushing down to open the door, she can see the shape of the person standing on the other side, thru the glass. She pulls the door towards her taking a step back to accommodate it, looks up....... meets his eyes ......... she feels her face break into a shy smile........ sees the eyes for the first time, sees what she had hoped for, she cannot speak, for once she is lost for witty banter, her flirtatiousness, so ready normally has deserted her, she simply steps back and he enters, no words, she closes the door behind him, turns the key in the lock............ as she feels his presence step closer to her feels his heat behind as his hand touches her hair, what will be will be she accepts that finally and just closes her eyes for a second, then opens them again as she does not want to hide wants to see and feel everything, the journey begins ........................................


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