Anticipation

The warm water running down my back reminded me of last night and the touch of his hand trailing down my spine until he settled it on the small of my back. Even through the silky material of my dress, he managed to send tingles of anticipation through my body.

We had decided to meet in person after hours of chatting online. The chemistry there was undeniable and I felt it in person the moment our eyes met outside the restaurant. People seemed to make room for him as he walked toward me. There is an intensity about him that even strangers pick up on.

The hostess led us to our table. Drinks were ordered and conversation flowed. I never doubted it would. We moved seamlessly through all kinds of topics when we chatted. Yet throughout the evening, there was a restlessness - an undercurrent of expectation that floated right underneath the surface.

He had a gift of making you feel you were the only person in the room. A gaze that never strayed. I felt myself leaning in to be closer. Wanting to be closer.

I reached for the bath scrub and soaked it under the running water. When I squeezed, my mind jumped to the moment his hand covered mind. It was large and warm. He move it slightly up my arm until he circled my wrist. My mind drifted to one of our conversations. I thought of the rope he'd use to bind me to the column in his living room. To that feeling of anticipation that came as he circled without touching. Just round and round. The heels of his boots echoing on the hard floor. The delightfully wicked things he leaned in and said.

I ran the scrub down my chest, across pink firm nipples, and down my stomach. I closed my eyes imagining his hand replacing mine. I could feel him learning every inch of my. I knew he'd find each scar, each freckle and he'd know me better than I knew myself. My fingers slipped lower and dipped inside slick pussy lips.

I leaned back against the cool tile of the shower. My body was heated from the inside out. I worked my fingers in and out. Slowly. Deeply. Imagining him watching. It was like I could feel his gaze. With each dip of my fingers I could hear his voice telling me this was just a warm up. Telling me what was to come. Warning how his hand would turn my cheeks glowing red. How he'd play with my clit until my thighs trembled and I couldn't even form words. How he'd unleash every primal want and need until I handed them over for his pleasure.

My pussy pulsed around my fingers. I was so close. I felt that tightening deep inside. I pulled my fingers out, denying myself pleasure at the last moment. It would be his touch soon that would pick up where I left off. I let the water wash over me for a few more minutes then I turned it off.

As I toweled off, I imagined dressing for him. I knew he'd appreciated the lace and garters. I wanted to watch his eyes as each piece was revealed. As I stood in the closet deciding what I'd wear tonight I couldn't help but anticipate where tonight would lead.