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 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 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 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.

I slipped out of my jeans and raised my top over my head then laid them both on the floor next to the bed. I unhooked my bra and placed it on the top of the pile. Then I got under the covers of the hotel bed and turned toward the nightstand to set an alarm before finally falling asleep. I saw the note that my sexy Brit had left for me and sensual images flooded my mind again. Him kissing my neck, my chest, then cupping my breasts in his hands before finally taking one nipple into his warm mouth. Taking the pink bud between his teeth and running his tongue over it. The heat between my legs returned and I couldn't help but lay back and slide my hands down my body and over my breasts. Lingering to caress my large breasts and pinch the hard nipples, I slowly ran my hands down my stomach and over my slender thighs.

The thought of him between my legs made me needy. I slid off my panties as I thought of his rough hands sliding them off for me. I ran one finger across my clit and shuddered. Thinking of my man putting his fingers into my pussy made me insert my own. My pussy was wet and warm and tight. My man would love it. As I placed my left hand on my breast, I used the other to play with myself. I teased my clit and thrust my fingers in and out of my pussy. Moaning and writhing on the bed I could feel the pressure building as I came closer and closer to cumming. Continuing to think of my man, poising himself at my entrance with his cock, hard and ready, made a moan slip from my lips.

Thoughts of his cock thrusting in and out of my dripping wet pussy made me pant and moan louder as I fucked myself with my fingers. I was so close to orgasm so I moved my fingers to tease and rub my clit a bit more thinking all the while of my man's pants and groans filling my ears as he loved me with his glorious length. The thought of my man gripping one hand to the headboard as he spurt his cum inside me made my body tense and finally release. My orgasm ripped through me and all I could think of was my sexy Brit. I couldn't help but scream his name as I came.

"William!" I shouted as I arched my back and rode my last wave of pleasure.

My body fell limp on the bed and I felt my last bit of energy leave my body. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I couldn't help but feel satisfied. It may have been my own hands that gave the orgasm but I wouldn't have been able to pleasure myself without William. I snuggled under the covers and thought about my man one more time. Holding me, his arm tucked right underneath my breasts,

And him placing light kisses on my back and shoulders. How happy and safe I would feel laying next to him. In the last bit of my fantasy, he would place a kiss on my temple and whisper in that beautiful accent, "Sleep well, your majesty." I smiled before my eyes grew too heavy to keep open. Tomorrow I would see that sexy British man. I finally closed them and the world went black.