The Second Date
I was sitting in a hotel room alone. Waiting. Knots in my stomach and self-doubt running rampant. "Will she show up?" The knock at the door didn't didn't make me feel better. I open the door and there she is. She greets me with a "Hey" and a hug and kiss.
Even though we've already fucked once, I'm still nervous. So we sit on opposite beds and make small talk, our travel blah blah blah. She can tell that I am nervous again, I'm sure. Earlier in the week I mentioned taking a shower and she was going to join me. She asks "Are you taking a shower?" "Umm, maybe later…". "Ok, i'm going to go freshen up". She heads to the bathroom and I'm feeling ill, this is actually happening. For some reason I'm not counting last week, this is the first real time i'm going to be having sex with someone who isn't my wife. The last message from my wife is simply "Have fun, I love you".