My Sexy Brit and Me – Part One

It was February 18th, the sun was shining and I was riding in the back of a taxi cab through London. I was on my way to the hotel after just getting off what seemed to be the longest plane ride in history. I needed sleep. Jet lag was as awful as everyone had said it would be and Lord, was I exhausted. I wanted to get to my room and lay down as quickly as possible since tomorrow I was going to meet what I imagined would be the man of my dreams. At least in my late night fantasies he was. I hadn’t even met the man yet so it was hard to determine whether he was the “man of my dreams” or not, but that was why I was there. To figure it out. I’d just gotten out of a marriage that only lasted three years and had met this man online. Silly, I travesti istanbul know. Going all the way to the United Kingdom to meet a man I barely knew. He seemed charming enough and I enjoyed his sense of humor, but I needed an adventure and this was a good enough reason as any to get it. Sex and adventure. Could there be a better combination? The taxi pulled up in front of the hotel so I grabbed my purse and paid the driver. I got out of the door and grabbed my luggage from the trunk. A bellboy was there to meet me and help me carry my bags as we walked inside the hotel. The hotel was nice and inviting as any good hotel should be. I walked up to the desk clerk and gave him my name. He quickly found my reservation and gave istanbul travestileri me a room key for Room 422. I nodded, thanked the man, grabbed my luggage and hopped on the elevator. Once the elevator got me to the 4th floor, I immediately found my room. As I walked into the room and placed my bags near the door, I noticed something on my bed. I walked closer to the bed only to find a single red rose and a note laying on my pillow. I picked up the note and on it said, “A Rose for Her Majesty.” I smiled since I knew that he had left this for me. I laid the note and the nightstand and went to put the rose in one of the glasses from the small kitchenette. After I had done so, I unpacked my suitcase and pulled my hairbrush istanbul travesti from it. As I was brushing out the knots I walked over to the balcony. I had already opened the door to let in some fresh air and look at the city from my window. The view of London was beautiful.  Thoughts of my sexy British lover crept to the front of mind. I wondered what he would be like. We had talked about meeting for a while now and I wondered how our meeting would go. He knew almost everything about me, I was completely honest in our online conversations and I imagine, so was he. The only thing left was to actually touch one another. At that thought, images of caressing his face and meshing our mouths together invaded my mind. Our tongues would battle one another and I gently bite down on his bottom lip. I started to feel heat between my legs and thought it was best that I lay down and try to get some sleep. I would see my sexy Brit soon enough. I shut the balcony door and went over to the side of the bed.