Our first ‘date’ (Part 1)

He told me to meet him at the hotel. His flight only got in 3 hours ago, so surely he would have only just got there. I wasn’t complaining.
I got in the car and started driving to the hotel. All the doubts started running through my head, what if he doesn’t like me? What if I’m not what he is expecting? Photos can be deceiving and it’s human nature to only want to show off what you like about yourself, and hide the flaws.

I was wearing the bra and panties that he had picked out for me. They were black. He always said I looked sexy in black. Over the top of my lingerie I had a short dress. It was summer, but today was quite cool. I had purchased this dress especially for the occasion so I decided to put up with the cold and still wear it.

I pulled into the car park. The hotel looked quite fancy from the outside. I could feel my heart starting to race in my chest. My hands were a bit shaky as I parked my car, switched off the ignition, grabbed my bag and got out of the car. I didn’t get any better as I walked into the lobby and took the elevator up to the 6th floor.

There it was: Room 606. I stood there for a few seconds, trying to compose myself before I reached out and knocked on the door. It only took a few more seconds before the door swung open and there he was.

He was so much taller than me. I mean, I knew he was going to be, but it seemed he was double my height. It could have just been my nerves making me feel so small.

“Hi sir. How was you flight?” My voice crackled. There was a lump in my throat, caused by all those doubts running back into my head. No going back now. He pulled my body closer to him, slowly pulling me into the room

“You look beautiful” he replied. And just as those words left his tongue, a weight lifted off my shoulders.

My cheeks turned ruby red as I blushed. I looked up into his big brown eyes. “Now or never” I thought, as I got on my tippy toes, put my hand around his neck and kissed him.

His tongue slipped into my mouth. We were still standing in the doorway of the room. He put his hand around my waist and pulled me closer, walking backwards while leading me into the room. I reached back and closed the door behind me.

Kissing him was like magic. I could feel it all through my body. I threw my bag to the side of the bed as we continued kissing and sat side by side on the edge of the bed. By now his hands were busy exploring my body over my clothes. My large breast, my soft stomach, my back. We stopped kissing for a second.

“I’m sorry” I whispered, “I got a bit carried away”.
“Don’t talk” he asserted.
As always, I listened to him.

He pushed me back onto the bed. I wiggled up and placed my head on the pillows. While moving, my dress began to rise up, exposing my thick thighs and giving a peek at the black panties I was wearing. I tired to shimmy my dress down to cover myself, but he took my hands, put them above my head and pulled my dress up even more. I could feel his finger tips lightly touching my thighs as he traced over my strech marks. My panties were already wet and I was hoping he wouldn’t notice.

He leaned over the top of me and gave me a quick kiss as he grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it off over my head. There I was, laying on the bed in my underwear, with man I had just met.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/w36zwo/our_first_date_part_1