Prepearing, waiting,...

The only remarkable thing that happened on Thursday was me booking a hairdresser and nail-salon, in the evening, I held off from masturbation, saving for whatever happens on friday. Friday I quit work early, went home and changed into the demi skirt and a white T-shirt. I walked to the hairdresser and let him style my hair. After a few minutes he whispered to me that he knew I was different from other women, and that he would love to help me with the makeup. I let him do the job, and in the end I had the perfect look, a combination of a naughty girl and a blushing virgin. Next stop was the nail-salon. If she called me or not doesn"t matter, she treated me like a girl all the way. My nails hit a nice red finish. I walked home, with flutters in my stomach and nerves in high tention. I showered, making sure I didn’t get the makeup or hair wet. I dressed in the new underware, tucked my cock, put on the blouse and skirt, socks and the burgundy shoes with low heels. And I waited, I must have checked the clock every second for the next hour, no rest looking nervous ot my window, peeing a few drops ever so often. He had prommised to pick me up at seven, and time slowed to a standstill in minutes closing in on seven. At seven my expectations started to be changed to a disapointment.