Fantasy Or Reality?

My pussy throbbed with excitement and I felt my wetness grow as I read the message detailing exactly what he wanted to do with me when we met. I felt a stab of excitement and then shook my head, trying to clear my head of thoughts, and that made my long blonde hair glisten in the sun.It all started innocently enough when we agreed to meet up for a coffee date. A couple of hours together and obviously just enough time for a chat.The day before, I was so nervous and thought several times of cancelling as I didn't know if I could actually do this. My head was filled with a range of thoughts about how things could go. Would he like me or would he just walk away? Would I like him in person? These feelings and thoughts kept surfacing so I tried to keep them from taking over by busying myself with baking. I needed to do something with my hands as I was concerned about the sexual thoughts and worries about whether he would want me, going through my mind. Eventually, everyone else in the house was fast asleep and I continued to wander around the house tidying things that I had already tidied. I finally went up to bed and my thoughts of touching him, caressing him, and awakening his desire continued to keep me awake for the majority of the night. I lay tossing and turning in my double bed feeling aroused.*I was up early and took my two dogs for a walk. I noticed that my female dog seemed to know that I was distracted and she was behaving badly. I realised I needed to focus my thoughts on the task at hand. I walked quickly and didn't complete the usual Bostancı Escort route as I wanted to get home where I could sit and think about the plans for the day in a more relaxed manner.Once home, I fed the dogs and made myself a drink, and snuggled up on the sofa with a dog. I sat assessing the plans we had made and was wondering what the outcome could be. Would we get on as well in the flesh or had this just been some crazy kind of dream?The house was quiet around me, and my thoughts went to all the messages and photos that we had exchanged in the brief time we had been chatting. I reread some and wondered how I had dared write and send some of these very personal sexual thoughts to what was effectively a stranger. But he didn't feel like a stranger. It felt like very early on in the conversation there had been a meeting of minds. A crazy feeling that maybe this guy may just get me.A text message jolted me back to reality, and I responded saying, ?It?s not long now, I just can?t wait? feeling a little excited because I knew he was on his way. I could hear my partner stirring in the bedroom above and knew it was only a matter of time before I would have to act normally.My daughter Jenny came downstairs and sat on the other sofa asking about my plans for the day. I replied that I would be meeting a group of friends in Doncaster today for lunch. Shortly afterwards my partner Mike came downstairs too. And whilst Jenny and Mike were engaged in discussion I cooked them breakfast. While cooking my thoughts Bostancı Escort Bayan wandered to how our meeting would go. Would he kiss me? Would he hug me? How do people greet for the first time? And suddenly I wasn't sure what the right thing was to do. Enough thinking on that now. I made Jenny and Mike sausage sandwiches. I felt nervous and didn't think I could eat. *I called them for their breakfast and went upstairs for a shower. During my shower I thought of him running his hands all over me as if he was washing me, soaping up my breasts and my nipples hardened with that thought. I drew my breath in sharply as I felt my pussy begin to get wetter at that thought.I shook my head and tried to clear my mind. I washed my hair and once I had finished washing myself all over I realised my nipples still remained hard. I quickly rinsed myself off and got out of the shower, wrapping myself up in a fluffy towel.I really wanted to wear something sexy for him but I had to remember to stick to the casual way I usually dressed when meeting up with friends. ?Don't do anything out of character, you need to avoid suspicion.? His words echoed in my mind.I sat down to dry my long blonde hair and was half way through when my hairdryer stopped working, so now my hair would also be a bit of a mess. This wasn't how I had planned this in my head. Should I just cancel? But that wouldn't be fair as he would be halfway there already. I decided that maybe a walk to the train station would calm my nerves. I had been messaging Escort Bostancı him all morning telling him how nervous and excited I was. At this point I wondered if I should just not go..... but would I forever be asking myself ?what if?. I said goodbye to my family and left to make the thirty-five-minute*walk.Arriving at the train station prompted a renewed attack of nerves. Should I go? I sat waiting for the train to arrive - I was almost fifteen minutes early. The platform was quiet with only one other person waiting for the train. I passed some time rereading some of my messages from him where he described in detail what he would like to do when we had some time alone together. This left me with a sudden wetness below and the thought ?I just have to meet him, I can do this.?The train arrived and I got on. I messaged him to say I was on the train, then tilted my head back slightly while I thought of the things we had discussed... my cheeks reddened as I blushed while thinking of pictures of his cock.Oops,* hurry up we are at my stop. I rushed to grab my handbag and go. I had to head towards the exit and to where we had agreed to meet. I messaged him saying ?I am here, where are you?? And waited only a few moments before a reply came, ?To the left of the shopping centre entrance.?I could hardly breathe, he was less than fifty*metres away. And without thinking my legs moved in his direction. He looked gorgeous, I took a long hard look, his hair was greying and his eyes were intense. I really wanted a long slow kiss hello*but that's definitely not what a first meeting is about. *I got a quick hello kiss which made me tingle all over. (Try not to be so nervous was what I kept telling myself) And then we put our masks on and walked together, at times so close we were almost touching, to find a coffee shop in the Frenchgate centre as we had planned.