She was nervous, I could tell, as she slowly stepped through the door I held open for her. The lounge area in the suite was spacious, with a low table around which were several comfortable chairs. On the table sat two glasses of chilled champagne, with the bottle perched in an ice bucket next to the table. Beside the two glasses, a small wrapped parcel sat waiting.
"Please," I asked her. "Sit. Make yourself comfortable."
"Thanks." She sat, and I sat opposite her, with the table between us. I picked up one of the glasses, and proffered her the other.
"Here's to finally meeting in person, and in private!" The glasses clinked, we drank, and by the hurried swallows she took I could see she remained nervous.
She looked stunning, in black heels and stockings, a short black skirt, a cream scoop-necked top, a black tailored jacket, and a pendant necklace attracting attention to her bust. The lump in my throat didn't help my own swallowing.
"Relax! Sit back, drink some wine, talk to me," I suggested. She laughed, a familiar and welcome sound, and sank back into the chair, then looked enquiringly at the package on the table.
"Is that for me?"
"Sure. If you feel up to opening it."
She hesitated for a moment, and I could almost hear the wheels turning over in her head. Then she reached for the package, and ripped the wrapping paper from it, revealing a small cardboard box. She stopped, and then slowly opened the box.
"Oh," was all she said. She withdrew the contents of the box out and placed them on the table. Four black soft leather restraining cuffs, cushioned on the inside, and a large square of black satin folded into a long strip. Then she sat back, and her gaze remaining focussed on the cuffs, she took another sip.
I cleared my throat, and she looked at me. "You don't have to do this; it's entirely your choice."
She abruptly drained the remaining wine in her glass, then held it out to me to refill. I took it from her, and then started refilling it from the chilled bottle, while she picked up one of the cuffs and turned it over in her hands. I set the filled glass before her, returned the bottle to the bucket, and then seated myself again.
She had opened the buckles on the cuff, playing with the straps with her fingers. Then she looked up at me, and with a slow smile forming on her lips, she held out the cuff to me, and once I had taken it from her, she held out a wrist.
My heart leapt instantly, and I could feel that it wasn't the only part of my body responding to what seemed such an innocent action, but in context was anything but. I took her wrist in my hands, and with fumbling fingers, buckled the cuff snugly around it, making sure that the metal loop was on the outside of the wrist.
She picked up another of the cuffs, undid the buckles, then handed it to me, along with her other outstretched wrist. Again, I attached the cuff, with the loop to the other side so she could be secured with her wrists lying flat.
Now I was wondering what she would do about the remaining two. She picked up the third cuff, looked at me pointedly, and then laughing, raised her leg, and placed her foot on the table in front of me. This not only answered my question, but also gave me my first glance of what lay ahead, since I could quite clearly see her bare upper thighs and the small black lace panties she was wearing.
