She’s there.  Just like I told her to be.  From the four inch heels to the skin tight teal satin dress, she looks exactly as I imagined.  She had hesitated at my order.  I remember the discussion clearly.  She felt her curves, those luscious curves I can’t wait to trace with my tongue, were too abundant to wear such a tight fitting dress.  I instructed her otherwise.

And there she sits.

Watching.

Waiting.

Wondering.

Hoping.

Praying.

She’d expressed her concern over becoming another statistic.  Meeting a man in a strange place…  But she still came, as I soon would.

Just being in this place makes my cock hard.  Not because of the less-than-stellar décor, but because of what I’m here to do… to her.  I adjust my dick, hard and aching against my leg.  It lengthens further beneath my palm and I know I’m going to embarrass myself as I walk across the room.  Then again, why should I be embarrassed?

I’m meeting a gorgeous woman who is dying to get her hands on me and before the night is through… she’ll be dying.  Period.

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