I woke up; it was just another day that made me shake with anticipation. I knew I would be in for a good fucking that night, a really good fucking. I took my time with my makeup and hair, knowing that I had to look extra good. I chose a short dress, one that fall just under my arse. I felt myself getting wet just by knowing what would happen on the night that lay ahead. He sent me a message, making sure I would come on the night.
“Yeah, I’ll be there”, I confirmed, double checking my hair in the mirror. I still had a few things to before I would be ready to go out, a few small things. The hours went by slowly as I ironed my clothes, carefully making sure I got all the creases. My door bell finally rang and I ran to the door, eager to throw myself into his arms. “You look lovely” he said, smiling at me. “You look pretty good yourself” I replied, looking him up and down. “Should we leave now?” I asked, picking up my bag. “Yep” he said, waiting for me to walk out the door. He touched my arse as I got in the car, making me laugh. We eventually got to his place; I was eager by then, almost hauling myself on top of him. “ Lot ’s of people have arrived” he said, looking around at all the cars. “So what’s it for again?” I asked, feeling very curious. “It’s just a party” he said, looking at me. “Is that right?” I said, stepping forward and placing my hand on his chest. “Well, yeah” he said, walking up to the door.