As something of a change of pace, here’s a recounting of something recent, told from her perspective…
“What floor?” I say, a wink and naughty smile masking the tempest of nerves building inside me.
This is not at all what I intended. This was supposed to be just an online experiment—an exchange of flirty emails I could use as fodder for fantasy every now and then. Yet, here I am, almost suddenly, ready to ride an elevator to the hotel room of a stranger I met only hours ago.
In silence, he leads me down the hall, each step signaling an escalation of the anticipation building between my legs. As we cross the threshold into the room, I turn to look at him, the angles of his face shifting upwards into a smile as he met my eyes, making my pulse quicken.
“I want you to relax,” he says gently. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
“No…,” I say, almost too quickly. “I’m just… this is all new to me,” I say shyly, a hint of embarrassment in my tone.
“If it helps, I’m a little nervous too,” he offers, my smile and ease in his presence quickly returning.