I leaned over the bar as I played with the olive in my martini feeling a mixture of anxiety, lust, and excitement. I couldn’t wait for him to devour me. My panties were soaking in anticipation. If I got any wetter I would slip off this leather bar chair.
We had planned this for almost as long as we had been sexting. We lived on opposite ends of the country, the distance wasn’t enough to disrupt the chemical connection between us. Vibrators and facetime were no longer enough. We needed to see each other. He longed to eat me out and I wanted nothing more than to sit on his face for hours.
We decided to meet in Colorado, our halfway point. I spent hours looking for the perfect hotel. It needed mirrors, lots of mirrors, a large bathtub, a balcony, and a spa with a sauna. It was expensive, yes, but if we were going to fuck our brains out, we were gonna do it the right way. This is why I also treated myself to a Brazilian wax and a pedicure. I was well aware of his foot fetish and I wanted to please him. I wanted my toes to look extra pretty as he sucked on them while touching himself.