Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2011 17:50:49 +1000
From: siobhants@hotmail.com
Subject: The Builder Part 2

It's our anniversary. Not our wedding anniversary, not even from when we
first met, but when we finally made love for the first time.

As I'm getting ready for him to come home from a busy day at work, I hope
he likes how I look, He has particular tastes. He definitely likes his
women feminine, and I have no problem with that at all. Many women out
there may be horrified, but I just love being his girl. It hasn't always
been like that. I mean, I definitely wanted to be a girl, but I saw myself
as the strong successful, emancipated type. Now I'm his girl, and I do what
I can to please him. It is just delicious to be able to sink into his
embrace as he puts his arms around me, and kisses me deeply. All my
troubles go away, as his tongue darts into my mouth and my tongue meets
his. Feeling his slightly scratchy face on mine. Don't get me wrong, it's
not a sub/dom relationship at all. It's just the natural order of things
when you have a masculine man, and a woman who.... well, loves being a
woman loved and desired by a masculine man.

It started a few years ago. In chapter 1, I reminisced about how it
started, but it continued from there.

I couldn't wait for our next meeting and, it seems, nor could he. He called
me that evening telling me how much he had enjoyed being with me and that
he wanted to see me again, but this time he wanted a date. A reset. He
didn't want this to be just about sex, he wante dto get to know me better
and see where it went. However, like any typical guy, he couldn't help but
talk about the sex and the phone conversation got quite heated. Him telling
me how much he'd enjoyed sucking my clitty, and how he'd love seeing my
hands with their red nails encircling his cock and my mouth slid up and
down it, encircling it, and finally sucking down all his cum.

I caught myself caressing my nipples as he was talking to me, just
listening to his words, and imagining him naked again, with that rock hard
cock. I must admit, by the time we finished the call, my knickers were
soaking wet from precum, and I was very hot and horny. I couldn't help
myself. I needed relief and our date was not until the weekend, so I knew
I'd be able to build up a head of steam again.

I went up to my bedroom, got out of my clothes, except the black g-string I
was wearing and slipped on a sexy black nightie that has lace cups, a very
plunging back and a split up the left leg all the way to te top of my
thigh. Then, over that went a very see-through black negligee. I then fond
my favourite vibrator and lay on the bed. I lay there thinking about our up
coming date, rubbing the vibrator across my nipples, making them hard, and
sending shivers through by body. God I was wet now. I thought about what
I'd wear, something elegant, but sexy. Something that would tease him all
evening, make him desire me. I wanted his cock to be as hard as my clity
was now in my hand, as I gently stroked it. I wanted rampant. As I split my
legs, I imagined him between me as my vibrator went down to my pussy,
rubbing the space just above. My clitty was twitching now, and as I
imagined his hard cock entering me, I inserted the vibrator, moaning like a
whore on heat. I left it in so it was vibrating against my g-spot and with
one hand caressing my nipples, and the other stroking my clitty and was
really building up. I wanted to cum so badly, but I wanted it to last. I
didn't want to stop thinking of him, there, between my legs, fucking me
with his gorgeous cock. His body, on top of me, feeling him slide between
my thighs. His rough kisses on my neck and lips. Squeezing my clitty
between us so it was constantly being rubbed between our bodies. Finally, I
couldn't help it. I came and came and came. God, I hope I hadn't built
myself up for a disappointment.

Friday evening he called me and asked me if I was free the whole
weekend. Wow, that was a surprise. I thought we'd just be going out
tomorrow evening. I asked him what he had planned, and he said a night away
in a nice hotel and some walks, maybe a picnic during the day, walking on a
paved path, and definitely a fancy, candlelit dinner in the evening and
breakfast in bed the next day.

I was really taken aback. What happens if we didn't like each other
spending that much time together? It would be such a waste. He put my mind
at ease, reminding me how much we had talked before and we had got
along. Anyway, what did I have to loose? A weekend? and the potential gain
was so much. A fabulous weekend, and may be a boyfriend. Wow! a Boyfriend?
He was serious! What's a girl to do? I said yes. I asked him where we were
going, and he told me it was a surprise.

"But", I insisted, "I need to know so I know what to pack, what to wear,
what shoes I need"

"OK, Calm down," he said."We'll be going somewhere where there are some
nice walks, where we can have a nic picnic, and spend some alone time. The
hotel is very nice. Beautiful water views and you should plan to be well
dressed and, I hope, you'll wear something sexy underneath for me ... for
later."

I could hear the smile in his voice as he said "...for later."

Later? I wanted him now! I was scared though. What happens if the weekend
is a complete disaster? It's so dangerous to build up expectations.... so
often they are dashed on the rocky shores of reality.

When we finished the call, I had to pack. Not too much, I didn't want to
look obsessive, but enough to cover me for a few eventualities as I still
had no accurate info. I loved the romance... the surprise... of the whole
thing, but it made packing an absolute bugger! I knew I needed a dress that
I could picnic in and because it was a path, I could wear heels - which is
great as he's so much taller than me and I love wearing heels - and some
sexy lingerie, a fab dress, a sexy nightie and negligee, and a dress and
heels for the next day... oh, and makeup.. and handbag...and perfume. Oh
god! It's so complicated being a girl at times. Guys just do not get how
much we have to think about... still, I like the reaction we get when we do
think about it ;-)

I finished packing about 10pm, and went to bed, but i couldn't sleep. My
stomach had butterflies. Sure, we were sexually compatible, but what about
personality. I knew a little about Brett, and most of it was good... he
even wasn't massively interested in sports - thank god! (you know what I
mean girls, right?), but I didn't really KNOW him. This was going to be a
hell of a test.... for him too, I guessed, as it was really reciprocated. I
realised then, that he was putting himself out on a limb. He was really
trying to impress me, but to get to know me too. This was as big a risk for
him as it was for me. After all, if this screwed up, he potentially was
going to loose some work too. Eventually, i drifted off to sleep, smiling,
thinking of being wrapped up in his arms.

"Brrrrp, brrrp! brrrp, brrrp", The alarm went off.

I sleepily lent over and switched off the alarm.. then... suddenly.. my
eyes popped open! Today was a big day! I had set the alarm because I wanted
to be ready. He's picking me up at 10am, and it's 8am now. I have 2 hrs to
look my best and be ready for my...my... oh god, I hoped he was going to be
my boyfriend.

I jumped out of bed, and ran across the landing to the bathroom. Ran the
shower to warm it up, and looked at myself in the mirror. I had had laser
hair removal when I was living in the US, and just had a few stubborn ones
left. I had deliberately not gone out on Friday so they'd be long enough
for me to pluck them out. Hurts like hell, but 60 hairs later, my face was
completely smooth and the mirror was starting to steam up from the
shower. I jumped in, and washed my long blonde hair. Then put in
conditioner and started to wash my body with a coconut smelling body
wash. I took the opportunity to check the smoothness of my legs, and they
were still good from the waxng earlier in the week, as was my brazilian!
When I had finished cleaning my body, I just stayed under the shower for 60
seconds, as I always do, cleansing my face and then letting the water run
over me, and down my body and legs. Sometimes, liked today, I let the hard
little jets hit my nipples... giving me a little perk for the day. Then it
was head under the shower, and out with the conditioner.

I stepped out of the shower, drying myself off. Again i was checking for
the smoothness of my legs. All was definitely good. Then it was Bulgari
body lotion on my legs, arms, and chest... to keep them girly smooth and
smelling extra nice. Finally, up to the sink. Hair dryer out and blasted
the steam off the bathroom cabinet so I could see myself in the mirror,
then ran a comb through my hair to straighten it out and now preparation
time.

First I used an exfoliant on my face, to scrub off the dead skin cells and
freshen my face. then toned, and finally moisturiser for the face, and a
special one for the eyes. I checked myself, yep, looking good! Mind you,
not surprisingly, I had a happy, excited glint in my eye.

Now the makeup. Not too heavy, but good enough that it hid any
imperfections. A liquid foundation blended in with a small sponge, and then
loose powder on top of that. Now to dry my hair straight, ging myself a bit
of a fringe, and then back to makeup. I knew what I was going to wear
already, so I started with my eyeshadow which was a light green base on the
eyelid, with a slightly darker shade in the outside corners, arching over
the eyelid and just up over the eye socket. Then a brown eyeshadow, put on
with a thin brush, to highlight my eyebrows and then finally a very very
light shade of green to brighten up that area under the eyebrows and above
the eye socket. Blending it all in. A lash defining black Mascara, then a
mauve based blush, by which time the mascara had dried, and it was back to
line my eyes with a dark green eyeshadow applied with a very narrow
brush. Finally, the lipstick! A good rule is either the eyes or teh mouth
is highlighted. Well, I'd done my eyes, so the mouth had to be
understated... but eminantly kissable. I outlined it with a medium purple
lip liner and then filled in with a very dewy light purple lipstick,
lending in with the lip liner. I always love this bit, as you finish making
up, and you stand back.... if you've done a good job, it actually makes
your heart lift. He was definitely in trouble.... hmmm, or maybe I was. Ah,
who cares. I wanted to be in trouble... Concentrate!

Back across the landing, and into my bedroom and then the wardrobe. I
picked out the green figure hugging dress I had decided on the night
before. It's knee length, strappy, and has a bra built in, has a satin base
with a mesh over the top. It's the colour of unripe lemons. That sort of
medium green. On my skin it looks quite good. Whilst I may not have an hour
glass figure, as I wish I did, it's not bad. I'm not straight up and down,
and my hip to shoulder ratio is quite good, so I can pull off wearing a
fitted dress. Now to select the lingerie... just incase our picnic got
passionate... I really I hope so... I'd love to melt into his arms, feel
his hands caressing my body.... concentrate girl! for god's sake! So, I had
some beautiful green lingerie from Pleasure State. It's a slightly darker
shade. The suspender belt is actually a bit of a waist cincher so it helps
with the illusion. Next came the nude stockings with lacey tops, and then
my matching g-string over the top... for quick removal in an
emergency... hmm, I'd love to have an emergency where he had to remove my
g-string... Concentrate! I'll have to stop my mind from wandering. It's a
good job I got up early. Finally the dress goes on, and I add a little
padding to give me some cleavage. I get out my lime green Stuart Weitzman
4" Stilettos... ok, not really picnic shoes, but he did say there was a
paved path, and they do look really shape my legs, and his is tall
and.... well, I just like them! Finally jewelry: a Green Jade heart shaped
stone on a gold chain for my neck which long dangly gold earrings, a gold
bracelet, watch and some rings. Finished! I look in the mirror, and I'm
happy with what I see. If someone looks closely, they'll work out what I
really am, but I'm sure I'll get away with it. Sometimes the balance is
really hard. You want to look good, but the better you look, the more
people look, and the more likely you are to be rumbled. I think I had
managed the balance well.

I looked at the time, I had 20 minutes to go. I didn't want to be rushed,
so I kicked off my heels and ran to the bathroom again to gather up the
makeup I need for that night, and tomorrow. A travel hair dryer, and my
GHD. Put them all in the bag with the clothes, lingerie, heels and jewelry
I'd packed the night before, put my heels on and took the bag downstairs. I
had 10 minutes to go! I tried sitting down, but I was so excited. You know
that nervous feeling you get when something good is about to happen, and
you know it's coming... but you have to wait for it?

5 minutes later the phone rang. It was him. I answered trying to sound
relaxed, whilst my heart was nearly in my throat. he was just letting me
know that the traffic was terrible, but he'd be here in 10 minutes. So
sorry he was going to be 5 minutes late. I forgave him, even though that
meant an extra 5 minutes to panic, to wonder if I was dong the right thing,
and hoping that the weekend would live up to expectations.

There was a knock on the door. I opened it. There he was! I noticed two
things. he'd shaved! I was so pleased, a bit of rough is ok at times, but a
smooth face is always nice. He was also carrying flowers. Not an obvious
bunch of roses, but a beautiful bunch with orchids, and lavender. I smiled,
and he smiled back. I caught him looking me over, and his smile got bigger
(phew, I'd got it right). and he walked in. I could smell him as he walked
by me. That gorgeous masculine smell. Freshly washed, with a slight hint of
cologne. Hmmm. he walked into the dining room, and I followed after locking
the front door. He stood there. My man. My lover, my
boyfriend... hopefully. He opened his arms, and I almost ran to him,
sinking into him, inhaling that maleness, as he put his arms around me,
then, with his free hand, lifting my face and gently kissing me on the
lips. I didn't want the embrace to finish, but the flowers needed putting
in a vase.

I took the flowers, and his hand, and walked into the kitchen. I wanted him
there, with me, watching me, as I looked for a vase. I wanted to sense him,
and hope he was watching me closely. I took a peek, and he was definitely
watching me. I got the vase, put some water in it, snipped the ends of the
flowers and arranged them. I was beaming all over. They were beautiful. I
stood by the counter top, and beckoned him over, looking as sultry as I
could. His arms went around me again, and he kissed my neck and my
shoulders. I gasped a little as that is definitely one of my erogenous
zones. Finally, our lips met and my hands were running through his hair
again, as one of his pulled me in, and the other went to my arse. I could
feel him testing to try and find out what I had on underneath and when he
found one of the suspenders, his hand stopped and he just caressed my
arse. God this man loves a girl in Lingerie... I knew that, as I could feel
something very hard pressing into my stomach! I so wanted to take care of
that, and one of my hands started to stray towards it... but he pushed it
away, taking my hand and said, "Time for that later, the car will be here
in a minute".

"Car, what car?" I said

"The one taking us to our next mode of transportation"

"What's that?"

"You'll see. Don't make me tell you, it'll ruin the surprise"

That really started me going. Next mode of transportation? What the hell
could that be? He's no Richard Geer from Pretty Woman, so I'm not expecting
jewels, and a jet to see an Opera.

Just then there was a knock on the door, I went to open it, but Brett
insisted he went. In came a chauffeur, and Brett directed him to take my
bag.

"What about you?" I said, "where's your bag?"

"Already in the car", he said. "It didn't look so good showing up with
flowers and a suitcase"

Wow, he had really planned this!

I walked outside, and there was a nice stretch limo. Not obscenely long,
but stretched. The adventure was about to begin, and I was as excited as a
school girl about to get her first kiss.... hmm, there's a thought....
Concentrate girl!