I am wearing a black bolero sweater silk blouse, grey, his favorite colour and I am minus my 36-C bra (per his request), a size 8 black pencil skirt that falls just below my calf and had a back split up to my mid-thigh (sans panties again another request), black stockings and 3-inch open toe pumps to show off my perfectly pedicured steel grey polished toes. My caramel skin is glowing and my long brown hair gently sweeps against my shoulders.
I can feel my excitement building as I search for him amid the roaring hustle and bustle. Each step I take through the busy plaza reminds me that I am finally going to meet him face to face today.
After six months of getting to know this man online our general chats about our lives, his in London and mine in Los Angeles quickly turned into something so much more! One night after sharing our sexual fantasies we decided that we would meet in New York for our six month anniversary and consummate our relationship formally. I never dreamed this would happen but I'm so glad it did. Our love stood the test of time and we agreed to meet here in Times Square. I know its an odd place to meet someone for the first time.
No more LUSH messages, YM's, off-hour telephone calls or Skype meetings. Today I would meet my cyber love for real! The thought of touching him and finally feeling him touch me made my nipples stand erect on this beautiful spring day.
The mood in Times Square is electric, vibrant, and brewing with endless possibilities for this beautiful lovesick girl and an Englishman in New York. The irony that neither of us is from here does not escape me at this moment.
I think I see him under the Argent Hotels ten-story billboard of Sean "I Am Diddy" Combs among the crowded square.
"I can see him," I say as my heart begins to flutter.
He looks exactly like the picture he sent via email six months ago. His alabaster skin, brown doe eyes, strong nose, chiseled cheekbones and puffy lips stand out in the crowd.
He is handsome, I thought.
I see Seth's 5'9 inch athletic frame and I helplessly begin to run through the plaza calling his name as onlookers stand by and watch him as he begins to run towards me. His navy single button suit, crisp white shirt and grey tie stand out among the geeks, freaks, tourists and performers in Times Square and his knapsack rests gently upon his shoulders. As we run towards each other through the crowd his smile grows and his jaws relaxes as his smile widens. His dimples accented by his beautiful sparkling eyes. My heart is beating so fast. I feel the pulse in my neck pump blood to my vital parts and in an instant my breath stops as he collects me into his arms.
My London bloke says, "Hello Melonie," in his sweet husky tenor voice and plants a wet one on my kisser.
I instantly move closer to him. Our bodies careening together as if they are one. No more words are spoken, our tongues meet and instantly get acquainted like long lost friends. After what seems like an eternity of us kissing in Times Square, we step back from each other and admire the each other.
His hand gently glides across my arse and he squeezes it, winks at me, and says, "Good girl! You followed my instructions."
I smile and say, "Of course I did it was a simple request and I wanted to make sure that you were pleased when we finally met."
He leans over to whisper in my ear while his hand gently grazes my nipple and lands on my arm, "I hope you don't find this crass but I can't wait to have you!"
I giggle like a child chasing bubbles that are floating in the air and say, "I thought you'd never ask."
There is a silent animalistic hunger exchanged between us and our union is the only way it will be filled. He senses that and grabs my hand and leading me across West 44th into the lobby. As the Doorman welcomes us to the Intercontinental Hotel, I move closer to Seth and kiss him again, partially in disbelief that he is actually here and partially because I am anxious to be with him. We glide through the beautiful lobby and as we walk to the elevator bank Seth stops by the front desk, leaves a letter sized envelope with the Desk Agent, and he receives a key card envelope.
Seth quickly joins me at the oversized chair on which I sit and takes my hand to assist me getting up. He briskly pulls me into his arms, swats my bottom and plunges his tongue deep into my mouth. I kiss him back hard, taking his lip into my mouth and biting it. He lets out a deep moan while I begin to pull at his tie and I am startled by this very public display of affection but highly aroused at the same time! The people around us politely smile as we continue kissing and petting each other.
The loud DING interrupts us and guests begin to exit the elevator. I huddle closer to his body hugging his waist even tighter. We step onto the elevator and a security guard joins us and asks us, "What floor?"
Seth smiles and confidently responds "Fifteenth Floor."
The guard presses the fifteenth floor button and he quickly presses the third floor button as well.
Seth, instantly replies, "Thanks man," in his cute British accent.
The door opens on the third floor, the guard turns the key, steps out and as the doors begin to close he replies, "Have a great time you two!"
Before I can even process what is happening. Seth takes my face into his hands and he kisses me. Not like before, but a hard passionate kiss and he pushes my body back against the elevator wall. My legs open slightly as his body pushes against mine.
His hands quickly move down my body and he whispers, "This elevator will be locked for the next twenty minutes and everything we do is being video taped for us and the entire security office will be watching me ravage you.
