We’ve been talking for months and I’m hungry for you. I beg you to meet me in person. You finally agree. You choose a hotel halfway between us. You know I’ll be so nervous, so you find one with a dark and shadowy bar, the perfect place to be anonymous and meet a stranger.
We agree on a time, but I decide to get there a bit early to have a drink and try to relax. I spend so much time choosing the perfect outfit. I want to look perfect for you. I finally decide on a red dress that matches my lipstick. It has a slit up the thigh and off the shoulder sleeves. It is simple and seductive and only scandalous if I move my leg a certain way and let the slit expose my pale thigh. I wear my hair down… I want you to see it and think about wrapping it in your fingers… and simple diamond stud earrings.
I can feel my heart thudding in my chest as I enter the hotel bar and look nervously around for you. You aren’t here yet, of course. I’m so early. I order bourbon….double, straight….and find a table in a secluded corner of the bar. I want to be able to see you as you enter. I don’t know if I could bear it if you snuck up on me. I take a deep sip of the bourbon and feel my body flood with warmth.
Thinking about seeing you has me instantly wet. I want to reach up my dress under the table and feel… I’m not wearing any panties… but I didn’t get your permission. So I refrain like a good girl. I finish the bourbon, probably too quickly, and my head is spinning with the alcohol and my nerves. I’m about to get up and order another drink when I see you. You’re wearing a suit and tie (you look sexy as FUCK) and my mind instantly starts racing with the possibilities. I imagine your tie binding my wrists, your belt wrapping around my neck. I hear a small moan escape my mouth, and I bite my lip. You see me and look me up and down slowly, unashamedly.
You smile.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mo9t5i/meeting_you_after_months_of_chatting_online_mf
Good story!! Need more!