I LOVE the buildup.
First contact. Reply. A few exhanges (but not too many) to build and tease and flirt.
Daydreaming about what you're going to do together (always cowgirl with her shoes still on for me), which rarely goes as imagined because the flow in person just goes how it goes.
Those days beforehand, when you're walking around with a knowing smile or smirk on your face.
The day of, which is the closest that this middle ager gets to waking up as a kid on Xmas day to open gifts.
Grooming myself for as impeccable presentation as I'm able.
The drive with hypervigilance trying to follow directions. Usually successful. The buzz through the gate. That last moment in the car and a deep breath.
The light knock.
The sound of heels on a tiled floor and then the open door. Entering and then taking in your first real sight of her. That feeling of entering a sanctuary, an escape from the real world.
The first touch or caress when your fingertips first feel that smooth, soft skin. That first kiss and feel of her lips. That first sound of her voice in person.
Removing her clothing, piece by piece myself. (I like unwrapping my own gifts!)
The first sight of her naked body. That first press of your nakedness against hers and that first roam of your hands all over her.
And away you go..
