The Formula 1 Series - Part I: Liz & George

Changing again

I took a deep breath and went to the bathroom as soon as the electricity was on. After I was finished, I washed my hands with hot water for minutes to calm my nerves and then put cold water into my face. I was kind of ready for another shower but then I would be awake even longer. With the jet lag and George's touch in my bones I would probably need already hours before I could sleep. The tension was insane in my body and I opened the windows for cold air. I brushed my teeth and hair and got into my Pyjamas. I laid down in the bed after putting out all lights. Just when I was setting my alarms for tomorrow morning I heard a careful knocking. I inhaled sharply and my eyes rushed down my body. I wore a big T-shirt from some run and my pink Pyjama shorts. Over all I did not look presentable. My eyes rushed to my suitcase. I know I had baby blue silk Pyjama pants with lace rims somewhere in there. Packing them and the belonging top made me blush as I have never worn them and only packed them in case a situation required them. Which was now. I sprinted to the suitcase and looked through it quickly. I found them in the exact place where I packed them. Good thing I packed them with full awareness and all my outfit search before did not move them at all. I pulled over my T-shirt and realized this was taking too long. So I grabbed the bath robe and put it on while rushing to the door. I opened hectic and George was standing there with his fingers in his hair and turned as if he was already about to go. His movements stopped and he turned to me. He wore the same things as 20 minutes ago but a button was undone und the sleeves were rolled up messy. He just looked at me. His mouth opened and his look got more confused as he was obviously trying to find words. The silence was incredible loud and he really didn't need to say anything. We both knew where this was heading to. Should have headed to half an hour ago. I did not care about sleep. Not mine, not his. He looked lost and desperate and hungry just as I did and we probably both would have not slept for hours. I just opened the door for him, pressing me against it in my bath robe. His hand sunk and he slowly walked past me inside my room.

"El, I am ..."

"Just give me a moment in the bathroom, okay? Just sit down." I said. Well, there was not really a place to sit down except for the bed, but that's where we would end anyway - so who was I kidding? I rushed into the bathroom and lost the robe and the pants. I quickly put on the silk set and looked into the mirror. I put on the bath robe again and tried to push a bit of volume in my open hair. I washed my hands with warm water and tried to take a few breaths. I was as excited as I probably have never been regarding sex. Even the first time doesn't compare to this tension and excitement I felt in every cell of my body. I gave myself one last look in the mirror and then started walking back into the bedroom.