I haven't seen him in a very long time, it's been about four years now. We had the most amazing sex, and I felt whole when he revealed himself as the Dom I have always desired. I haven't been this nervous since the first day I met him. We've both changed a lot, and been through ups and downs; quite frankly I thought I'd never see him again. You can imagine my shock when he told me we should meet. I hopped the first flight there and I am now preparing myself in my hotel room. I am not sure what to expect so I'm going to prepare myself for anything he may have in store.
I got the bath water running in my hotel room so I could take a nice long, relaxing soak. I grabbed the bag of goodies I bought earlier and started tearing open the enema box. I have never successfully had anal sex, and quite honestly I didn't plan on ever having it unless it was with him. I was desperately hoping that he could show me the ropes tonight. After I got the box open I started reading the directions, I have never used one of these kits before so I was pretty nervous, but I wanted to make sure that if any type of anal play was to happen, I would be prepared and nice and clean for him.
It wasn't as hard as I thought it would have been I just kind of lubed the tip up and slowly guided it into my ass. I emptied almost the entire contents into myself and waited the three minutes and relieved myself. When I was done with my enema I reached into the bag and grabbed the shaving cream and razors.
I climbed into the tub and laid down for a few minutes letting myself relax. The water was so warm and comforting; I tried not to lay there too long because I was afraid I'd fall asleep. As I was laying in the water I caught myself daydreaming about what may happen that night. Were we really just going out for dinner and maybe some coffee after; or did he have ulterior motives? I was certainly hoping it would be more.
"Oh well" I thought, "whatever happens, happens." On that note I started lathering up my legs and shaving them to a nice smooth and silky finish, then I turned the shaving cream on my pubic area. I lathered up my entire pussy and ass and shaved every last bit, I wanted to make sure there was not one hair on my body, just the way he liked it.
Right as I was finishing up in the tub, my cell phone rang. It was him, he was just calling to verify what time he should pick me up. I told him that 6ish was good and I'd be ready when he got there. I then asked what kind of clothes I should wear so I wasn't too under dressed or over dressed. He reminded me he was no longer my sir and he would not tell me what to wear.
"But I just want to know if I should wear a dress, or jeans and a t-shirt."
"Wear whatever you want, we will pick the place depending on what you're wearing." Click, he hung up. "Fuck" I muttered to myself.
A dress it is then. I picked out one of the cute white dresses I packed, it was a halter top that was a touch provocative. It covered my ass, but only by a few inches and I'm sure if I bent over just enough, some lucky guy would get a nice little show. I decided not to put any panties on because I enjoy feeling my bald pussy rubbing on the inside of my thighs when I crossed my legs.
I continued to get ready, rubbing a nicely scented lotion on my freshly shaved legs, and then up to my arms. I let my long brown hair down, I always found it erotic when women with long hair wore it down.
My hair is considered long, it is about two inches below my small perky breasts. I suppose I should tell a little bit about myself. I'm 22 and of Cuban and Italian decent. I am 5'5'' and though when he used to know me I was thinner, I am now a little bit on the heavy side, but not quite fat. I have small boobs, a 34A to be exact, pierced nipples, a nice ass, and my clit hood is pierced as well.
Just as I was putting on my heels I heard a knock at the door. I looked over at the clock and realized it was almost 6 o'clock. "Oh damn" I mumbled I must have lost track of time. He's usually early when we make plans and I should have known better than to expect him after 6.
I hurried up and finished putting on my high heels and answered the door. Oh my god, he is exactly what I remembered he was. Before I could even get a word out he said "Wow, you look great" and gave me a huge bear hug.
He smelled so wonderful, all of my memories came flooding back to me when I smelled his shampoo. He totally took my breath away, I somehow managed to push out the words "hi gorgeous." and I saw his face light up.
"You ready?" he said.
"Yeah, let me just grab my purse and we can head out"
With that he laughed and said "Purse? You never ever carried a purse before."
"Yeah well, I'm not 18 anymore."
"I know, I'll try to keep that in mind, it's just hard for me to remember that you've grown up."
We got in his car and left. We made small talk the whole way to the restaurant and I kept catching myself looking down at his crotch. I wasn't sure if he had a chubby or it was just the way his pants were falling, but either way just looking in that area was starting to make me moist.
When we got to the restaurant we sat down in a somewhat secluded area, and I asked him if I could sit next to him rather than across from him. He once again reminded me that I didn't need his permission for anything anymore. I guess it's hard to let old habits die.
We placed our orders and continued on with the small talk, we caught up on things that have been going on and things that have gone on in the past 4 or 5 years. I was trying desperately to figure out if he had more interest in me than just talking as old friends.
As we were sitting there I started to think about what had gone on that day and remembered that I wasn't wearing any panties, I apparently started to grin a little without even realizing it "what are you thinking about?" he quickly shot.
It caught me off guard a bit because I wasn't expecting him to be paying so close attention to my expression. "Oh nothing, just thinking about how my day went that's all."
"You always were a terrible liar"
"Not-uh" I said, "I really am thinking about what I did today"
"Really, so why are you smiling then?"
Here goes nothing, I lightly grabbed his hand and placed it on my thigh,. I then moved his pinky finger towards my cunt very slowly just enough so where he lightly brushed against my naked bald pussy.
He jerked his hand away in an instant and gave me a very disapproving look. I knew it was a gamble, and I guess I should have just played it safe on that one. It's obvious he didn't meet me with any intentions of fucking. So I apologized and quickly changed the subject.
After about ten minutes of drinks and appetizers the mood finally returned back to being tension free, and then our food came. We ate our dinners and opted out of dessert. I asked him if we could go to Sonic's for old times sake and get a shake. He said that it sounded like a great idea and we went.
On the way to Sonic's I couldn't help but to feel the sexual tension, maybe it was just me, maybe he was just being guarded, who knows. So feeling a little adventurous and tipsy from the martini I had with dinner, I decided I'd put my feet up on the dash and let the wind from the open window catch under my skirt and give him a quick little flash, all innocent of course. I did so and watched his eyes intently. As soon as I put my feet up on the dash I watched his eyes go from the heel of my shoes all the way up my smooth legs to my bald pussy. I smiled slyly to myself, maybe he's just playing hard to get.
We finished our shakes and sadly he said we should call it a night. My heart sank, it was so nice to see him and spend time with him, I didn't want it to end, but I knew that he had to go home now. He dropped me off at my hotel and before he took off I asked him if I could at least kiss him.
I could tell he was a little uncomfortable with my request but I gave him the best puppy dog eyes I could and begged a little more. He finally gave in, and we kissed. It was amazing his lips were so soft and his tongue massaged mine with an incredible expertise. As we kissed I could feel my pussy getting warmer and wetter. My clit started to swell a bit and then everything began to throb.
I had to pull away from him because I knew that he wouldn't be staying the night, and just as I turned to leave I could feel a drop of moisture run down my leg, and he jokingly said "look at you slut, you're dripping." And with that he turned toward his car and left.
My mind was racing. Did I hear him right? Did he call me slut again? There was no calming my aching pussy at this point. Calling me slut was a surefire way to make me lose my mind and he knew that.
I ran to my suitcase and pulled out the vibrator I had packed. I didn't even bother taking off my dress, I just kicked off my heels and jumped on the bed. I wanted this moment to last so I took my time slowly seducing myself with the vibrator off. I licked it and sucked on it, imagining it was him. I didn't even need to wet it because my pussy was dripping as it was, but I was really longing for him in my mouth.
I took the vibrator and brought it down to my pussy, I slowly massaged my outer lips with it, teasingly dipping just the tip in every now and then. I turned it on low and rubbed it up and down my wet slit, every so often brushing my clit with it and feeling the vibrations throughout my body. I knew I was going to cum soon so I turned it off and licked it a couple of times. I wanted this to last a little.
Suddenly there was a pounding on the door, I nearly jumped off the bed. I was so involved in what I was doing the sudden disturbance nearly gave me a heart attack. I quickly opened one of the dresser drawers and threw the vibrator in it and glanced at myself in the mirror to make sure I was somewhat presentable. I answered the door and it was him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him, extremely nervous.
He pushed his way past me and shut the door, not even bothering to answer my question. When he came to the door I was so startled, I didn't even notice he had a backpack with him. He sat the backpack on the table and said very forcefully "get on the bed slut."
I started to protest and then I saw the look in his eyes. I had no idea what was about to happen, but I was trying to decide whether I should obey or disobey, as much as I enjoy serving and obeying, I enjoy the occasional punishment even more.
"I'm not going to tell you again slut, get on the bed"
And on that note I climbed on the bed.
