Bob arrived at 8:00 on the dot. He was good that way. If he gave his word, it was as good as gold. He parked his car in the drive and made his way to the front door.
I was ready and waiting. A new dress, hair silky and freshly washed. Sheer silk stockings, high heeled shoes. Sexy new undies for later...
Bob held my coat for me and escorted me to the car. It was a nice car; long and sleek, heated leather seats that a girl could get lost in. The car purred away from the curb and we took the long drive into town. He had blues playing on the stereo to set a sexy tone. Blues does that for me. We held hands and talked about inconsequentials.
He took me to the restaurant at the top of the Hilton. Such atmosphere. Soft lights, soothing music. He had pre-ordered so all was ready when we arrived. The wine was wonderful. He knows I prefer sweet and fruity so the meal was made to match. Such a wonderful guy.
Then to the club. The dancing was so hot. The music was driving us to touch and grab and spin apart so that we could blend into one swaying body again. We stayed for hours, excitement building, anticipation mounting. The drinks, the beat of the music, the feel of his body were combining to drive me mad.
We had a room at the Hilton waiting on us at closing time. The softest cotton sheets and a downy soft comforter. We were making out as soon as the door closed. I took off his jacket and tie before he stopped me. He wanted to go slow. He turned me around to unzip my dress, kissing the back of my neck as the zipper was slowly opened. The dress started to slip down my arms but was stopped when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against him, slipping his hands inside of the dress and across the silk of my lingerie. The dress slithered further down my body.