“I’ll be there in 10 minutes”.
As soon as I got her text my thoughts began running wild. From the moment I met her, I had to have her, to own her. She would not leave without knowing that she belongs to me. All the thoughts of how I wanted this night to go racing through my head. I couldn’t believe how hard I was becoming just thinking about her.
I watch her pull up and head to the door to let her in. As she gets out of her car revealing her beautifully shaped legs in her thigh high stallings and short black skirt. Her shirt clings to her, showing the world her beauties ful shape and a light leather jacket to pull it all together. My breath catches slight htly as I lustfully admire her and I secretly scold myself for the momentary lapse of control.