Anticipation. That is what she was feeling right now. The emails had started out fun and flirty. Laced with thoughts and promises of taking a picture. Then she knew she crossed a line somewhere. She made reference of "satisfaction". And then there was the question of her wanting to explore being a sub. She admitted that she wanted to learn, to obey. He was only happy to say he may be able to help her with that. He wanted to see how much she would obey first.
So here she was, dressing for the encounter. She was meeting him in a parking lot, out in the open. Nervous, which she was. The butterflies were tremendous; she took a shaky sip of water, hoping to calm her nerves. She toweled off her freshly showered body, rips the towel off her hair, shaking it as she does. Grabs the lotion off the bureau and starts rubbing some on her legs, from her toes, up her thighs. She slathers her arms and a little on her quivering chest. She breathes in the coconut smell and it calms her a little. She runs a quick brush through her hair, and pulls it up on her head with a clip
She lets the towel completely fall and reaches for the blackish skirt that sits on her bed. She steps into it and pulls it up, buttoning it at her waist. The bright blue V-neck t-shirt goes on next. Shirt, skirt and shoes, nothing else that was his orders. Could she really take orders from anyone? No panties or bra per his orders. Never had she done anything like this. She already feels naughty as she says goodbye to her kids, she will be back soon.
Grabbing the car keys and her purse, she heads to the car. She pulls out onto the street and begins the ride to the designated spot. Onto the highway, she opens her windows and lets her wet hair fall around her face. The wind whips it around her face, drying it quickly. As she pulls off the exit, she twirls it back and catches it back in the clip. Her breathing is coming quicker, she is nervous for this meeting. She could just turn around, knowing full well she won't. She wants to meet him, he has intrigued her from his first email talking about the pictures she posted. As she goes to turn into the lot she spies the truck he described and feels her stomach flip flop.
She pulls up next to the truck and takes her time securing things in her car. She looks over, he looks and looks away. She hopes this is the right truck. She clicks her door open and steps out tugging her skirt down in the process. She shuts her door and opens his.
He greets her with a "Hello, how are you?"
She almost whispers but answers "Good thanks "as she pulls herself into the cab and sits tentatively in the seat. Licks her lips, hoping to get rid of the queasy feeling. But she can feel herself starting to get wet, pussy lips clenching in anticipation. He pulls out of the lot they are in and they drive to an abandoned parking lot up the street. He pulls in and parks over by the trees and turns the truck off.
He looks over at her, and his hand rubs on her shoulder. She knows he can feel there is nothing underneath. He says, "Do you have something to say?"
She knew this was coming. 10 words to let him know she is willing and worthy. She cannot screw this up. She swallows nervously and says,"Please teach me to be a good little slut"...she cannot believe she said it.
