First Night Nerves – Part 2

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I sat by myself on the bus, my briefcase on my knees, counting the stops and wishing it would go faster. Since Barry’s text message last night and his surreptitious call to my mobile that morning, I had been so excited, planning what I would wear to please him most. Debbie hadn’t heard the beep on my phone so didn’t know that I would be meeting him without her that afternoon. So far I had only been with Barry when the four of us had spent the night in a hotel together. The thought of just the two of us meeting was exciting. I wasn’t sure why I wanted it to be a secret; perhaps I thought that Debbie wouldn’t want me to go if she wasn’t seeing Monica as well. Anyway, it now felt like a secret affair. I felt a bit guilty, but only a little bit. Barry was in town for a business meeting that day. He didn’t usually get this far north, but a potential new client was based in our city and Barry was meeting him that morning in a hotel on the outskirts of the city. He had asked me if I could get off work for the afternoon and meet him there in a room he had rented for the day. Debbie and I work flexi-time so it was simple to arrange for a colleague to cover for me for the afternoon. I left work at noon and stopped off in the town centre to buy something special to wear. It was safely hidden in my briefcase as I made my way home. I had arranged for Barry to pick me up in his car outside the flat I shared with Debbie at 2 o’clock, which looked like giving me an hour to get ready. It would have to be enough. In my tummy, the butterflies were going crazy. After what seemed an age, the bus drew up at my stop and I hurried along the pavement to our block. Opening the main door, I ran upstairs and hastily unlocked our front door, closing and locking it behind me. I went quickly into the bedroom and put my bag down on the bed. I breathed out heavily and, in my mind, ran over all I had to do whilst I unpacked my bag and spread my purchases over the bedspread. To cut a long story short, I prepared myself as carefully as I could. I wanted my first solo meeting with Barry to be as perfect as possible. His voice on the phone that morning had been soft, warm and conspiratorial and had turned my legs to jelly. I yearned to feel his strong, muscular body close to mine again, to be courted and seduced and (I so badly hoped) to feel him inside me once more. I felt my face flush and went through to the bathroom. I bathed thoroughly, washing and conditioning my hair (at this time barely shoulder length), and carefully shaving my body all over. I rinsed myself down with the shower head and dried on a large bath towel. I looked myself over in the bathroom mirror. Slender and lightly tanned, I lacked the rounded curves of a real girl’s hips and breasts, but thanks to Debbie’s tutoring my movements and mannerisms were close to perfect. I turned to look at Escort Beşevler my slim thighs and smooth, slightly pointed buttocks. I had done all I could. I hoped it would be enough for Barry. Lightly perfumed and moisturised, I dried my hair with Debbie’s dryer and returned to the bedroom to dress. As before, I used my fingertips to slip my testicles upwards and inside my body, folding my cock downwards over them. I reached down to the bed and carefully pulled on the new white silk g-string I had bought that lunch time. It felt cool and smooth against my shaven skin and I felt very sexy, the thong between my buttocks tickling my cleft and anus deliciously. Over my head I slipped a new yellow crop top and pulled it down over my chest. Its ragged lower hem reached down to a couple of inches above my belly button. I took my last purchase through to the bathroom with me and inspected myself in the mirror. My lack of breasts was not too obvious under the crop top, and I was pleased and relieved with what I saw. Thanks to weekly gym sessions, my chest and tummy were slim and well defined and ran smoothly down from the top’s hem to the top of my silk panties. I stroked my skin tenderly, imagining Barry’s fingers doing the same. I felt warm all over. Satisfied, I opened the last bag and took out a short denim skirt. I stepped into it and pulled it up, fastening the zip and button over my hip. I smoothed it down and looked again in the mirror. Golly, it was very short! Falling straight down at the front, it hugged my buttocks closely, showing their firmness in a way that pleased me and I hoped would delight Barry. My legs looked slim and pale beneath it. I felt even more feminine. Oh, Barry! I hope you like it! I carefully applied a little eye make-up and lipstick, and brushed my hair until it shone. I looked at my watch. Five minutes to two. I felt slightly sick with excitement and anxiety. Skipping back into the bedroom, already unconsciously moving in a feminine way, I peeped out of the window. No car yet. I turned to sit on the bed and pulled on a pair of low cut white socks before slipping on my new white trainers. I stood up and, for the last time, checked my appearance. A horn sounded outside and, looking out of the window, I saw Barry sitting in his silver sports car parked cross the entrance to the driveway. Whatever I looked like, it would have to do now! Despite the hot weather, I pulled my long raincoat around me and ran downstairs to meet him. As I skipped down the driveway, Barry leaned across the car to push open the passenger’s door. I pulled it wide and sat down next to him, drawing my knees and feet in daintily. I closed the door and turned towards him. Pleasure was written all over his handsome, tanned face. He leaned over and we kissed each other on the lips. “I’m really Escort Çankaya glad you could get away, Tina.” “So am I,” I smiled. Barry lifted my chin with his index finger and kissed me again, this time his tongue parting my lips and seeking my own. He found it and for an electric moment our tongues entwined. He tasted of mint. Clean and fresh. I loved it. He stroked my right thigh momentarily and started the engine. He pulled away and we drove through the city towards his hotel. “You look great, Tina,” he told me. “Aren’t you hot in that coat?” “A bit,” I confessed, “But I’ll be OK. How’s Monica?” Barry looked awkward. “She’s OK.” His voice was strange – slightly stilted. “Does she know you’re here?” I asked. “Well… Not exactly,” he replied. I heard the guilt in his voice. I felt oddly pleased by this. “Barry…” I said, “I haven’t told Debbie either.” He looked relieved and squeezed my leg again, running his hand up towards the hem of my coat. We traveled in silence to his hotel, finding a parking space close to the entrance. Barry jumped out and, like a true gentleman, opened my door and took my hand to help me out. As I stood beside the car, I took off my coat and threw it onto the seat. I straightened my crop top and smoothed down my skirt. “God, Tina. You look sensational.” Barry spoke breathlessly. “Am I good enough?” I asked, looking him in the eye, “Do I pass?” In reply, Barry kissed me tenderly on the lips right there in the car park, his tongue working its way into my opening mouth. When our lips parted, he took my hand and led me boldly through the hotel front door and into reception. As we crossed the lobby, his hand released mine and slipped down to my buttocks where it stroked my cheeks through the denim as we walked. I felt very good. We crossed the busy lounge and passed through a heavy fire door into a long corridor. Barry ushered me along, past several other guests who were going in the opposite direction. They didn’t appear to notice anything amiss. I turned to see if they looked back over their shoulder at me, but they didn’t. Barry must have sensed my relief because his fingers stroked the back of my thigh just under the hem of my short skirt. We arrived at his room and he opened the door clumsily. We went in. The room was quite small and dark, but had a good sized bed and a small private bathroom, tiled in fake white marble. I crossed to the window and looked out over a well cut lawn fringed by tall trees. It was very private. I heard a ‘pop’ behind me and turned to see Barry opening his customary bottle of champagne and pouring two glasses. He smiled broadly and handed one to me. “Nervous?” he asked, sounding nervous himself. “A bit,” I confessed. “Not about being with you, but Tina’s never been out without Debbie before.” He took my hands in his. “You Cebeci escort bayan look just perfect. Nobody knew – and some of the men in the lounge were eyeing you up.” I smiled. I thought I’d noticed that, too. Barry led me to the bed where we sat and sipped our drinks slightly awkwardly, neither knowing quite how to go from here. When we had been together before it had always been in the evenings and we had both been a little drunk. Now, sober and in the afternoon, it seemed different. If anything, I thought, Barry looked even more gorgeous in his suit trousers, white shirt and tie. His clothes were obviously tailored and fitted his athletic body to perfection. I ran my fingers through my long hair as Barry placed a soft palm on my knee, stroking my thigh gently as his hand rose up my leg towards the hem of my skirt. I stroked his cheek with my fingers. “Just a minute, darling,” I whispered. I rose slowly, my fingers remaining on his cheek, and walked across to the bathroom. His hand rose up the back of my thigh as I passed him, and I could see his excitement when he felt my bare buttock rather than panties. I entered the bathroom and closed the door. Breathing out in an attempt to control my excitement, I turned towards the toilet and, raising my skirt, I slipped my g string to the floor and sat down. I couldn’t go, my excitement was too great, but I took the opportunity to take further precautions. (I had already lubricated myself ‘down there’ before leaving home, but seeing the look on Barry’s face, I took a tube from my handbag and liberally applied more.) I stood and flushed the unused toilet, then stood in front of the sink to straighten my clothes in the large mirror on the wall. I was still pleased. Growing my hair longer had been a good idea – it fell onto my shoulders softly and smoothly. The crop top was tight across my shoulders and chest, and between it and the skirt waistline my stomach was smooth and flat. One day, I thought, I would get my navel pierced. Barry would like that. The skirt had been a stroke of genius. It was tight and hugged my buttocks, its length barely covering them. I had worked hard on my legs and they were now slender and tanned. I was just checking my make up when I heard the door behind me opening. Barry slipped silently into the bathroom behind me. I did not turn around. I did not need to because the mirror showed me the whole room in reflection. Barry was smiling and I saw that he had undressed right down to his white boxer shorts. I drew in my breath sharply. It seemed like a long time since we had been together and he had not wasted it. If anything, his arms and chest were even more muscular, his waist even slimmer, his leg muscles even more well defined. His skin was bronzed, almost golden. I ached for him. I dropped my eye liner on the marble top and, watching Barry in the mirror, felt his hands lightly hold my upper arms. I saw him lower his head and felt his warm lips brush against the nape of my neck as his fingers stroked the smooth skin of my torso beneath my top. I tipped my head on one side and, crossing my arms over my chest, leaned back against his warm body.

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