It was 5:33pm. It was FREEZING. I despise cold weather. Anything below 67 degrees, NO thank you. I had just gotten in my car and started the engine, plugged my phone into the aux and put on my usual playlist. Then I texted him, “I’m leaving my house now. I need to stop for gas and then I’ll be on my way.”. I was wearing my glasses, he insisted I wear them this time. Underneath my extremely short black velvet skirt, I had on fishnets and dark purple panties. If I had bent over, my ass would have been exposed for all to see. I wore a burnt orange crop top with no bra. When I got out to pump the gas, I could immediately feel my nipples harden. It felt so good for my breasts to hang free. Thank god it wasn’t windy at all. My skirt was so short, the slightest breeze and anyone would have seen my ass. I felt exposed standing there pumping gas but I had reminded myself it’s all in my head.. no one knows about my salacious ways, where I’m going or what I’m about to do.

I got back in my car. I knew where I was going, I had been to his place twice before. I was a little nervous but more excited. The 15 minute drive went by fast. I pulled over to the right side of the road to park across the street from his building. I could see from where I parked that his place was dimly lit. The two times I had been here, we sat and talked for a bit over a glass of wine before he invited me to the back room. I wondered if we’d do that again or go straight to the back room.. He saw me walking up and he came to the door to hold it open for me. We greeted each other. I still felt shy but that was natural for me. Seeing him made me excited. I was shivering thanks to the short walk from my car to the front door. Or maybe it was from the combination of nippy weather and my nerves. I could feel my body temperature rise as soon as I walked past his tall solid form. I couldn’t help but think.. “What a man.. delicious, sexy with a powerful presence.”. I’ve been craving his cock for weeks now. Ever since he shoved it down my throat for just a few seconds the second time we met together. He closed the front door, locked it, came up behind me and hugged me tightly. We stood there for a brief moment as if our bodies needed time to say hello. I felt my body relax while thinking dangerous thoughts.. Things are a little foggy after that, in the most delightful way.. As I noticed myself melting into his embrace in the short time we stood there, I snapped out of it and nervously asked if he wanted to sit and talk. He said “we could do that or we could go to the backroom right away if that’s what you are feeling.”, and I was absolutely feeling that. We entered the room, the first thing I noticed was music playing. Which I enjoyed. I put my purse down next to the chair I sat in, I needed to keep my purse close. He instructed me to bring my favorite toy, an off brand hitachi wand that my husband had purchased for me a few months ago. I had it tucked away at the bottom of my purse before I left my house. I took my boots off. As soon as I sat down, he kneeled in front of me, he looked me up and down, taking me all in while running his hands up and down my legs. I love the primal/predator, almost sinister look in those dark eyes, with a devilish grin on his face. He knows what he wants and he’s going to take it. He continued running his hands up and down my legs while spreading my legs, slowly inching towards the place I want him most. The closer he got to pussy the more uneven my breathing became. I was wet, I was aching. We had texted back and forth what would happen at our next meeting so the anticipation of this meeting was getting to me.

He slowly ran his hand over my pussy, using the right amount of pressure as he brushed over my clit. My legs were spread as far as I could spread them sitting in a chair while the arms of it are in the way. He started to massage and tease my warm swollen pussy. He ran his thumb over my clit all the way to my needy hole, repeatedly, ensuring that my panties were completely drenched in my juices. He held eye contact while playing with my pussy. It made me nervous. I could not tell what was going on behind those dark eyes and sinister smirk. He enjoyed that. I started to let myself get lost in that delightful sensation. I was dripping wet but then he abruptly stopped which slightly irritated me. I needed more and I wanted it now. He asked me about the toys he told me to bring. I had the wand in my purse to the left of me but the wooden cane that my husband hand crafted for me was sitting in the car. I forgot to bring it in. Damnit. So far away…. I didn’t want to stop what we were doing and I think he felt the same way because he continued after learning we had at least the vibrator or he saw right through me and knew that I was thinking “Fuck the cane!! Don’t stop!”. He plugged my vibrator into an outlet and handed it to me. He didn’t need to tell me what to do. I knew what he expected of me. He looked down at my pussy. His expression finally changed. He looked hungry. I watched him hook a finger in my panties and pulled them to my right side, exposing my wet aching pussy.. I only felt his tongue and lips for maybe 3 seconds, I gasped. He stayed just long enough for him to taste and tease me. “Ugh, noooooo”, was my first thought. Why did he stop? He was taking his time with me. He enjoyed watching me squirm, listening to my gasps and watching the way my body reacted to him. I couldn’t catch my breath. I turned my vibrator on. I was so turned on, I couldn’t help but start gasping as the sensation that using my favorite toy added. I felt his soft lips graze my clit and then a kiss so gentle. I felt his strong hand spread my wet lips. I’m shivering with anticipation and pleasure. I’m addicted to what he does to me. I felt his mouth close around my clit, licking, flicking his tongue. I was so entranced with him that I hadn’t realized that I stopped using my toy. It was just sitting in my right hand, while I lost myself in the feeling of his tongue and lips gliding across my moist clit while his free hand gripped my hips. My left hand had found its way to the collar of his shirt. I had been playing with his shirt, it was soft. I was grabbing and gripping at his shoulders.. oops. He started to penetrate me with his finger. It felt tight. Different.. I felt my body quiver in response to his touch. Then I realized that I could feel the wet slick yet rough fabric of my panties entering me with his finger.. with my vibrator having me on the brink of an orgasm it was a new sensation that I welcomed. I felt the most amazing rush through my body. I was burning at my core, my body felt as if it were on fire.. I needed more— he pulled his finger out. “AGAIN. NO.”, I thought. I turned the vibrator off. I wanted to protest but I sat quietly like a good girl, patiently awaiting his next move or was he going to demand something of me.. either way, I was there ready to serve him in anyway he required. What was he thinking? This is the second time. He was doing it on purpose. He has me exactly where we wants me. He read my body so well, he knew I was on the verge of an orgasm. He waited to till I was on that edge and then he stopped. What a delicious form of torture. He had to tug on my panties to get them out of my wet hole. At some point during all that, i had leaned back in the chair. He very quick, as if to surprise me, sat me up on the edge of the seat. It gave me a little rush. He took both my hands between his. He asked me with a dark mischievous look on his face, “Would you like to be blind folded or tied up? Or both?” On the inside I was screaming “BOTH”. But I kept my composure and i asked for both politely because I am an obedient girl. He gave me the option of a blindfold or a hood. I chose the blindfold. It seemed less intimidating than a hood for my first experience being blindfolded. He showed me a fun tool called a Spreader Bar that he would be tying my ankles to in order to keep my legs spread apart... I was so eager to find out what he had in store for me and even more eager to show him that I was there for him.. to please him.