I’ll admit that I’m feeling a little nervous. It’s New
Year’s Eve, and I’m alone in a motel room in a strange city.
We’ve talked many times, but this will be our first time to
meet in person. I was delighted when you asked me to spend
New Year’s with you, but now I’m starting to feel a bit
apprehensive. For a brief moment I contemplate calling the
whole thing off, hopping a cab back to the airport with the
hopes of trading in my return ticket for something tonight.
But it is only a passing thought, the inevitable cold feet.
I suck up my courage and determine to go though the evening.

It is almost time. I stop off to look in the mirror, making
a final check to make sure that everything is in place. I
pull on my blue strapless party dress, making sure that my
breasts are in place, showing off an ample amount of
cleavage. Beneath the dress I am wearing lacy panties and a
garter belt holding up my nylons. Remembering your
preferences, I am wearing two-inch spiked heels. My long,
dark brown hair is being worn up, styled so that a few curly
strands fall down in front of my ears. Around my neck is a
tasteful silver necklace, highlighted with several small but
sparkling diamonds. I take a tube of lipstick and apply the
deep red color to my lips, smacking them on a tissue to
clean off the excess. Finally, I am ready.

Any doubts I may have about my appearance are cleared up in
the elevator on the way down, which I share with a young man
who is trying very hard not to stare at me. The
exhibitionist in me takes over briefly as I exit into the
lobby ahead of him, giving my walk an extra bit of sway to
show off my ass. I am a few minutes early, so I take a seat
in the lobby, anxiously watching the entrance for you to
appear.

Finally you arrive. You look so smart and handsome in your
tailored tuxedo. As we greet with a hug, any doubts I had
vanish. Suddenly, it feels so right to be with you this
evening.

Taking my arm, you lead me out of the lobby and on to the
banquet hall. It is a fairly large party, perhaps a hundred
people. A live band is playing quietly as the party goers
are just starting to head to the buffet. You got the tickets
for the event from a friend of yours, so neither of us know
any of the other guests. But that’s just as well, as we
spend the entire evening just talking with each other. We
are in heavy flirting mode, touching and laughing as we eat
our meal. As we eat our dessert (a delicious chocolate
cheesecake) I kick off my shoe from my right foot and start
to gently massage the inside of your calf under the table. I
get the desired response as you drop your fork and smile at
me.