There is this… feeling in the air. It is almost time. I don't know for what, but it is coming nearer. I have had that feeling for a few days now, Fading fragments of pretalk, and preparations pass through my mind, but I forget them just as fast as they appear. My mind thinks it is more fun, more exciting like this. I redressed as soon as I came home. I'm always ready for you to message me, but today I wanted to look good. I wanted to look desirable.
I get a message from you. I feel the familiar tingle of excitement, and I rush to my laptop. I put on relaxing music on my headphones, a nice long track of a few hours.
You ask me to breathe slowly for you. You ask me to sink and relax. You ask me to let go. You ask me to go down and drop. I obey.
You ask me if all is ready. I see the weekend bag and the printed tickets. I did not noticed them before. But now they are on the forefront of my mind. You tell me it is time.
I obey.
My mind stays empty, but I take my coat, the bag, and the tickets. I walk outside and lock the door. With that motion, I lock my uncertainties and my shame away. I walk to the bus in my revealing dress, but I don't wonder how other people see me. I'm just focused on the sounds on my headset and the goal that I have.
The bus is quiet this time of day, and I sit down. I read your messages, and mindlessly respond. You guide me deeper with each city I pass. I have no idea where I'm going. I'm blissfully unaware.

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"You know, I will be in your timezone tomorrow." I stare at the screen. Those words have implications. And some of these implications are doing things with me. My timezone... The timezone is big, but you have never been so near to me since I have known you. You could be a day away, or you could just as easily be in my city. You could stand behind me as I get some food, whisper a word in my ear, and make me all soft and wet without warning. "Does that excite you?" What should I say? I'm at a loss for words. The possibilities tumble through my head. Excited, with some small tingles of fear. It was all fun and games when it was just text on a screen. But in person... That is another ballpark. But gosh, the idea is hot... "I'm working hard here, and I can use some stress relief ~"

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I transfer to a train. I'm just aware enough to find my seat, and then I go back deeply entranced. I'm proud I can go deep enough for this. I love floating like this. The world passes me, and the other passengers don't know what I'm doing.
When I reach the final station, I walk to the exit. I don't know how long I traveled, and it doesn't matter. The hotel is across the station. I enter, and just know what floor and what room I need to go to. You led me here perfectly.
Before the door of your hotel room, I have a moment of clarity. I see the fancy sexy dress under the small coat, the weekend bag. I remember the promises you made to me, of being your toy, your plaything, your stress relieve for your business trip.
I can't believe I'm here, so close, just one knock away. Suddenly uncertain, I pause.