24/f/Virginia Beach. I saw the post below in a different subreddit and I can't stop thinking about doing something similar where it takes a turn to CNC and I get more than I'm asking for. I'm open to ideas.

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Her heart raced. The gym parking lot was quiet, even for a Saturday night. Only a dozen or so cars were parked in the dark lot. Her palms began to sweat as she pulled her brand new Subaru to a stop underneath a tree far from the entrance. She turned it off and sat in the darkness for a few deep breaths before scrolling through her phone and pulling up Richard’s number. The phone rang and rang over the speaker in her car before she heard him pick up.

“Hello Ellie,” he said in a deep, steady tone.

“Hello Sir,” she dutifully responded, “I’m here.”

“Good, are you ready?”

A lump formed in her throat, and it took a few seconds before she could speak, “I think so. Are you sure we won’t get in trouble for this?”

“Do you trust me?” he replied.

She paused for a moment. She did trust him, but what he was asking for was a lot. Her voice creaked as she responded, “yes, Sir.” Her heart continued to race, but there was always something comforting about uttering those words. Previously tense shoulders muscles begin to relax. Worry seemed to retract its claws from her brain.

“Go. You have less than an hour before they close,” and with a click he had hung up.

His words made her head spin. He wasn’t usually this curt. Again she was stuck in the dark car alone with her thoughts. What on earth was she doing?

Richard had detected her exhibitionist side very early in their relationship, and maybe even before (he had been her supervisor at her previous job), and he had drawn it out over their courtship in slow and subtle ways. There was the time he had her go to the mall during work hours and come back wearing a new black lace bra under her blouse. And the time he had her masturbate in the passenger seat of his car as they drove to dinner at the fancy new restaurant downtown where reservations were impossible to get. Tonight would be something altogether new.

What a fool she was for telling him about her trip to Portland last winter. She should have known he would take advantage of the story she told skinny dipping in a hot spring with two old college friends, how much she enjoyed feeling their boyfriends’ eyes on her body as she slipped into the steamy water.

She reached into her purse and pulled out the slip of paper she had prepared for tonight. She had agonized over each word for the last week, but she needed to read it over one more time to make sure.

"I am going to take off my bathing suit. I don’t want sex. I want you to cum on me. Anywhere on my face or body is ok."

She folded the note and put it back in her purse, pulled the key from the ignition, grabbed her gym bag, and stepped out into the brisk cool night. A group of young men exiting the building laughed loudly about something as she walked past them to the front door, but everything was beginning to feel like a blur. She pulled open the glass double door and felt herself as if on a moving walkway as she approached the registration desk.

“Just a reminder, the gym closes in 45 minutes,” said the partly bald man behind the desk. His goatee and dated glasses repelled her. As he stamped her card and handed her the fresh white towel, his eyes briefly passed over her chest and she felt herself filled with rage and disgust. But was it disgust at him or at herself?

“I’ll be quick,” she said with a forced smile as she headed for the pool area.