Sarah’s eyes were glued to the window. She knew his taxi should arrive soon, and with each minute that passed her breathing got shallower and shallower, her heart beat faster and faster. She couldn’t believe she had actually invited him. What was she doing? And had he really accepted? Was he really on his way there? This was all so unbelievable. Literally incredible.
Sure, they’d been flirting (online) on and off for ages, which counted for something. But this was different. She had, after all, never met him in the flesh. Since she had suggested this illicit visit her mind had kept insistently wandering back to his body.
That body – the one which had suddenly materialised on the path in front of her. He hadn’t seen Sarah yet, his eyes nervously scanning the house front as he tapped away at his phone.
“I’m outside,” her phone flashed. As she yanked the door open she flashed him a wicked grin and smiled up,
“I know.”
The next few minutes were a dream. This stranger’s hands on her skin, in her hair, under her clothes. He was murmuring to her that her tits were amazing as he grabbed them hard, too hard. Warm mouths meeting in urgent, hungry searching. Somehow they were upstairs.