Enjoy...

THE FIRST NIGHT

When my plane landed, I became even more nervous than I had been.
While walking towards the baggage claim area where we were to meet, I was
eager to see you, with the tiniest bit of fear that you wouldn't be
there or that I would suddenly realize that I couldn't do this after all.
I was shaking inside. When I felt your arm slip around my waist from
behind and your body press against mine, that shaky feeling took over my
body. And you felt it. I could hardly look at you. I didn't want
you to see the nerves, the fear, the excitement, the uncertainty, the
sheer yearning that I knew had to be evident in my eyes.

You were taller, larger, more solid than I remembered. Even though my
heels almost brought me up to eye level, I was very aware of the fact
that you were bigger. Taller. Stronger. More powerful. And I loved
how that made me feel.

I barely remember waiting for the luggage, walking to your car, driving
to the hotel, checking in. I only can recall the relief I felt -
thank God He's here - and the sense of rightness that began blossoming
underneath the jumble of nerves.

Finally, we were in the suite. It was fascinating to watch you
evaluate the living room, the bathroom, the bedroom - not with an eye for
comfort, but examining the features and how you could use them. The
mirrored walls in the living area and bathroom, the presence of a
straight-backed chair, the bedroom window looking over the city, the size of the
bath/shower stall, the table were all deemed good. And the way you
teased me by putting me partway into the closet - just in case, you said,
laughing at the look on my face - was very gratifying.

Could you tell how scared I was? Not of you, milord...of the unknown.
Of failing you - failing to please you. Scared that I wouldn't be
able to meet your expectations and satisfy your desires and please you.

And then it began. Gently, yet firmly, you reminded me why I was there
when I began to unpack my bags. "No" you said, explaining that
I was to unpack yours first. And leave the top drawer of the dresser
empty. I put away your clothes and then you directed me to your
equipment bag - to remove each item and place it in the top drawer. And you
told me a little bit about some of the tools and toys, a little bit
about how you might use some of them. I kept my mouth shut, partly because
I was stunned at what you were saying and partly because I didn't want
to completely show my ignorance of what some of the items could or
would be used for. But, removing each piece from the bag increased my
feeling of fragility, of vulnerability, of submission and I could feel
myself getting wetter and wetter and wetter and more and more ready for
you.

At last your bags were empty and I began unpacking my own. You didn't
let me finish though. You'd been waiting for 2 months and your
patience was at an end.

Into the shower we went, to wash off the travel dust we had both
accumulated. Beginning at your feet, I lathered, rinsed and then caressed
your body with my hands and mouth. I had forgotten how big and solid you
are - it took me a while to work my way up your body. I loved every
moment. I could feel your enjoyment and your attention as I knelt at
your feet, the water streaming down our bodies. Each touch of my hands,
my mouth, my body to yours felt a little more right, a little more
arousing. And each time you touched me, I shivered inside with
anticipation and need. It had been a week since my last orgasm, and I was more
than ready.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried your body, then my own. And then,
your hand was in my hair, holding me, controlling me, propelling me
into the bedroom... And here, as before, is when my memory fogs up. What
did we do first? What next? And then after that?