She had felt that she was living on the edge of things, her friends having a string of boyfriends to their names, or they were in a long-term relationship that meant that they were secure with a guy’s love for them and that they were making plans.‘You sure weren’t one of them, nowhere close, Anika, but things can change. You will soon know.’She had chosen to go about ordering her life a little differently and now here she was, on a Saturday morning, knowing that life could soon be so very different if only she overcame her nerves and instinctive reluctance to really let go. There would be no further need to dream of him, to send app messages and hope that they would agree to meet and not pursue things remotely. Bram had taken such a hold of her thoughts again, now, that the minutes drifted by.‘I’ve got to get ready!’ she cried out, her voice echoing in the small bedroom, with its large bed, of her equally small but cosy apartment with its views of the canal below; the tree canopies bare but with spring on its way and then a summer to look forward to. Maybe she would take a holiday with a special guy.She rolls out of bed, buoyed up by thoughts of the day ahead. She wants it to happen and rushes into her tiny bathroom and takes a shower, her thoughts everywhere, but her fingers soon trailing down over her small breasts, her nipples pert and hard, turned up as if inviting a man’s kisses. Her fingers trail lower to where she feels so warm, ready even. She wants to be prepared for all that the day, and that he, may bring! Bram looks so young for his years, but she’s done her homework on the business he works for, his snappy style of dress not coming to a guy on low money.She washes her hair, and takes the time to then check that she doesn’t need to shave her mound. It’s smooth enough, a narrow band of hair marking her slit, and its colour matching her brownish hair with its many strands of blonde. The way she’s feeling she’d better not risk it, nick a cut where she sure doesn’t want one. You just don’t know how, or if, it will happen, so relax, girl!Stepping out of the shower she grabs a towel, briskly dries herself off and she thinks of another’s hands doing it as her skin moisturizer, Burdur Escort with a delicate scent, is smoothed over her legs, then up over her tummy, her arms, and pert breasts, then her throat and neck. She’s agile and has pampered her skin for some years so nowhere is left untouched. It’s not the hour for sexy lingerie; she chooses a bralette in ribbed cotton, washed out green and pale, and matching, sheer cut, panties, both wonderfully flattering to her slender body, narrow hips, and long legs that a simple dress with its frilly hem just at the knee will suit. Low-heeled boots, in brown suede, should do it and finish the look she wants; cool and appealing.There’s an hour to wait and then he’ll be with her, Bram the enigma who kept holding out on the day and time for them to meet. That sure was bad enough, but now she’s nervy and she feels tension in her body, in her belly that closing her eyes and breathing deeply don’t want to settle.I’m so damned curious about you, Bram!Her makeup and hair are done, but she keeps on checking her appearance. She tidies up the bedroom and puts everything away in its rightful place, as habit demands that she should do. And then suddenly…Tring! Tring! It’s the doorbell, in the lobby two floors below her. He is early.‘Can’t you wait?’ she laughs before she rushes down her short hall. She pushes her intercom button. ‘Yes?’‘Yes, it’s me, Bram…’ His voice is deeper, but she hears the laughter in it.‘I’ll be right down, Bram! I’ll meet you on the doorstep!’ she tells him brightly. I want to see you out there before I let you see my apartment, she thinks. It is my haven from the outside world.‘Great! At last, Anika! After weeks of looking and talking, I finally get to see you for real!’ he is heard to laugh. Her front door is already being closed and she has remembered the keys!Trembling with nervy excitement, she takes to the narrow stairs and tugs open the front door. The noise of passing mopeds, scooters and a car, does not distract her. She sees his smiling face, the look in his eyes on her that are even better for real, and she senses it’s going to be okay. No, it is better than that. He is tall and handsome, Burdur Escort Bayan and she just wants to throw herself into his arms.‘Come here!’ he grins. ‘I know you already, so allow me a moment’s hug!’She trusts him and it feels fine. Her nerviness has gone, and she asks him in. He follows her up the stairs and her front door is soon opened. The sunlight’s streaming in through the windows, the blinds open and the curtains will stay drawn back. She is proud of the place. It feels homely and all she needs is company; for him to live with her or to visit as if he did so.‘I thought I would mix us a spritzer,’ she ventures. ‘Call it a welcome drink…’He is chosen to go and stand by the window and take in the view. It gives her a moment to take in Bram’s appearance, how easy the burgundy bomber jacket suits him, the red stripes in the collar and cuffs perfectly matching his white T-shirt. Stressed black jeans and only too-fashionable trainers suggest he’s into smart casual. He hasn’t dressed up for their first date.‘Go for it,’ she says on turning her way. ‘You’ve made this place feel homely, Anika. Mine is not so organized.’‘You should have seen it before you agreed to be here!’ she laughs, and a drink is soon shared. ‘Sit down…’‘I’d rather stand and feel you close to me,’ he smiles, his eyes taking in her appearance, really for the first time. ‘I only ever saw your face on those apps…’They chatter as they stand by the window, the view hazy as she’s really not interested in that but in him. She’s been through the preambles of their meeting a dozen times and all she now wants to do is to be with him, in her bedroom and make real what they have only talked about, or has been inferred by flirty chatter that has stopped short of them ‘showing’ themselves as the more shameless app users have been known to do.Bram has sensed her nervy ways and has met what she can only believe is her somewhat distracted look upon him.‘Are you okay with me being here?’ He’s into her, she knows it, but asks it of her anyway. There’s only one reply she wants to give him, others are exhausted.‘I want to love with you, Bram,’ she whispers.‘What was it that you said?’ he responds, Escort Burdur a slow grin becoming a beaming smile. ‘I didn’t quite hear you.’‘Yes, you heard me!’ she laughs, her eyes locking with his, and she repeats what she confessed to him seconds ago. ‘I want to love with you…’He draws her to him, his hands on her back and to her neck before his mouth crashes onto her parted lips. He does so gently, lovingly it seems to her, and then they become intense. One of his hands searches for her heat and she struggles for breath, the suddenness of his questing caresses overwhelming her as his fingers slowly, and inexorably, seek to find her sweet heat. She gropes for him, intent on tugging loose his belt and finding him.‘Steady on,’ he says, his eyes meeting her look.Easy for you to say or to think, she decides not to tell him. Instead, she shivers, and suppresses a soft laugh of dismay as he draws up the hem of her dress, kneels, and eases her thong down over her thighs.‘Better close the curtains, the bamboo roller blinds at least,’ she murmurs, ever practical, and leaning forward to kiss his upturned face before she scoots away. It makes no sense to let the people across the narrow canal see the show. The blinds will soften the glare of the sun from outside the window, and heighten her pleasure in knowing she’ll be made love to in the middle of the day.‘Enough of that,’ he kisses, Bram’s hands on her hips and his warm breaths on her neck sending shivers through her body. Hopes are being made real. She’s managed to close the blinds in her tiny kitchen window before his embrace pushes her against the sink unit and his hands move under her dress once more. She stays silent as he tugs loose the bow fastening of her thong. ‘I’ve thought of this and of you…’She squirms and reaches up to keep his lips to her throat as Bram’s fingers find her, push away her string as he cups her mound. He licks his fingers before they slick caresses over her slit. One teases, and moves slowly, before it enters her warmth. Bram knows what he is doing and she squirms on his finger, then another, and she feels hot flushes in her body, her breaths sharp and halting, a groan declaring that she is enjoying these preambles to him being taken to her. She feels on fire and longs to turn in his embrace and to see him but he persists in claiming her in these ways.‘Relax, let yourself go,’ he murmurs, his teeth gently nipping kisses to her earlobe. ‘I’ll soon let you go…’