First Time Fantasy

I knew he had said he'd have clothes, but I needed to feel girly during the trip downtown. This would help ensure I didn't chicken out and turn back. I selected a little satin thong in pink; it had always done the trick when I wanted to feel feminine. It's material was very thin and flimsy, and it barely contained my cock. I also ensured that the string sides rose above my jeans onto my hips. This was a favorite trick of mine - I'd wear a long shirt to cover the panties, but just knowing that they were potentially visible was such a turn on.

And so I set out for the hotel. the subway ride was uneventful, but I enjoyed the feeling of my panties on my soft skin every time I moved. By the time I arrived at the hotel I was hard, and my little thong could no longer contain my erection. I stood outside the hotel for nearly half an hour, my nerves tingling. Many times I almost turned around and returned home. Finally I had to move. I had arrived early, but now I was late. I summed up the courage and walked into the hotel, straight into the elevator.

The hotel halls were quiet, which made me even more nervous. Occasionally I passed a person and paranoia set in; it seemed like everyone knew where I was going and what I was about to do. The feel of my little satin thong between my cheeks was driving my wild though, and I kept walking. I reached his room, and, after some more procrastinating, knocked. It seemed like an eternity before he answered the door. I don't know if he was handsome or not; as I said before I had no interest in kissing him, only in being his girl.

"Juliah?" he asks, for this is my favorite girly name. I nod because I'm too nervous to speak. He invites me in and I notice my outfit carefully laid out on the bed. I crouch down to inspect everything, letting my shirt ride up and exposing the top of my little thong above my jeans. I hear him sigh and fall silent at this sight.

I examine the clothes, most of which we had agreed upon earlier, some of which were his ideas.