They were meeting after a lapse of 6 years. The proposed meeting required a herculean effort on his part. He had fly from Glasgow to London while she had to step out of a her apartment and actually meet him for lunch in a fancy hotel.
Over the last 6 years- they had sporadically been in touch over the phone.
He checked in last night at The Rookery. Like a true Leo, he preferred elegance and luxury more as a necessity and not to flaunt his social status.
He woke up at 7am- more out of habit than anticipation of the meeting. Nonetheless, he had butterflies in his stomach. What if she again backs off at the last moment (just like she had chickened out 7 months ago). He knew he would hate it if they didn't meet.
He picked up the phone to message her- with his heart beating fast, he typed, "are we meeting at the hotel at 11am?"
And then he turned on the TV to kill time. It was still early and he wasn't hungry for breakfast yet. He checked his phone for her message- but as expected- nothing. Agitated by this- he grabbed a pillow and punched it. Oh how he hated waiting!
Finally after checking his mobile phone three hundred and sixty nine times, he received a message from her...."yes we are meeting, I'll text you when I leave my place"
This one single line made him feel like he was floating over cloud 9. He was smiling and wanted to dance too. Ever so slightly, his cock twitched a little, hinting of what was to come!
He looked at the time and it was nearly 9am. "2 more hours to go"- he whispered to himself and with this he jumped off the bed wearing only a black tshirt.
As he walked towards the shower, he took his tshirt off, the side mirror reflecting his semi hard cock and his round firm buttocks.
He stood under the shower- water dripping over his body, trickling down his back onto his buttocks and falling down and hitting the floor.
He extended his arm and as if pushing the font wall with one hand, he let the cool water hit on his head and slip down his hairy chest and down his stomach and onto his semi hard cock. He thought of the meeting with her and what might transpire between them. With this naughty thought, his cock twitched again and despite the cool water, his penis grew hard.
He held the erect cock in his right hand and squeezed it hard. It felt very hard and very hot. It felt like holding a hot steel rod wrapped in rubber. Involuntarily, his hand stroked the length of his cock, rolling slightly over the cock head and then retracting back till the base where the trunk meets body. His balls remained taut in their sack. He stroked a couple of times and it started feeling sweet. But abruptly he stopped. "I'd rather wait for the meeting" - he thought to himself. And with some effort, he let go of his cock and let cold water rain down from the shower.
