THIS IS IT!
My first ever meet!
Fishnets ... basque ...slutty heels ...
what more could a sailor ask for?
A whip? ... check!
Chain? ... check!
I make my way to the agreed rendez-vous point. In a fit of nerves, I call him as I walk the final few steps and turn a corner ... 'I can see you', he says. He gasps, loudly, 'Oh my God! You are gorgeous!', he exclaims.
We fall into each others arms and hands are EVERYWHERE!
I bundle myself into the passenger seat and, in a bid to be slightly responsible, I ask if I can sms his numberplate to my best friend ... (as he rams his hands between my thighs!).Running into the room, I fling my kit bag on the four poster and exclaim my pleasure at our romantic setting. Openly teasing him for having fully unpacked all his toiletries in the en-suite bathroom, I command him to kneel on the chaise at the foot of the bed.
Climbing on the bed, I sit in front of him. Gently leaning back, I open my legs and place a black stiletto on his left shoulder. He goes to touch me ...'ah, ah, ah!', I say 'no touchy ...sailor boy ... just looky!'. [He gasps!]
Raising my right leg, I press the sharp heal into his chest and command him to undo the buckle on my slutty shoes. He deftly removes them and returns his arms back to his sides in an obedient kneeling military 'attention'.
Wiping my toes over his mouth, I allow him to kiss, but not touch, his way around my foot ... down my calf ... behind my knee and up the back of my thigh.
We repeat the process on the other leg ...
We are mutually absolutely loving the experience.
'Take your top off, sailor', I say.
He does.
'Nice!', I gasp!
'Stand up, Sailor and remove those jeans ... NOW!'
