I have built up in my mind a perfect week, a perfect week coming up just my week, me alone with no worries. I get on the plane and as usual I am thinking of him and the anticipation and excitement have gotten me so turned on I can do nothing but bring out my little buddy.
I pleasure myself, yes right there in my seat as no one is sitting next to me and I just happen to have on my standard attire, a summer dress with no panties on. I rest my head back after having a wonderfully pleasing orgasm that required me to stifle myself with pleasure.
I lean my head back and close my eyes, wondering who is this masked crusader that I am meeting? Is he fucking superman in a leotard, please no, is he the obvious BatMan? O my could he even be one of those terrible little ugly teletubbies?
As I am lost in thought, I hear the landing gear lock into place and I feel us descend. I open my eyes and cannot wait to get off the plane as usual. I pick up the rental car and my luggage and I head to the burbs to my motel with a kitchenette.
This girl loves to cook and stay naked and that is the majority of my agenda for the week. Cook, feed him, bathe him, talk with him, get stupid and silly and just hole up for a week and do not a damn thing but relax. Of course I’m pulling out my number love of lingerie and the naked body is a given but one must feel sexy and desirable and lingerie does just that.
I check in unpack, which I hate to do and I change clothes, like several hundred times because I’m so nervous. Should I stay in my sundress or dress in lingerie and take a nap? I end up taking a quick shower and putting back on my sundress and a clean pair of white lace boy short panties, just because I like the feel and they make me feel sexy.
You do not buy bananas without their peels now do you? Well, I am the banana and my lingerie is the peel. It’s comfortable, sexy, pretty and romantic but do I want him to think I’m an easy lay when the fact is I’m not below stooping to just taking some from him.
The biggest fear I have is I will be sitting there and never hear from him and that would so kill me but yes it would not surprise me if he stood me up. I have a plan b I assure you and that plan is to enjoy myself with or without him.
It would be a dream come true to finally meet him and quiet all the questions but if it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen and that chapter of my life is completely over. No, we cannot be friends, no you do not get a second chance to hurt me, no there are no excuses.
I pray to God this doesn’t happen to me because I am afraid that it might just put me in a very bad mind set and I have fought for to long and to hard to get my illness under control. Please do not do that to me, please?