Helplessness washed over me with a crimson tint. I had let myself be stripped naked, bound and blindfolded; and now I was left alone. I was more afraid to call for help than I was to remain... Tied up, totally exposed, utterly helpless and completely vulnerable. To make matters even worse the blindfold was her bra!
Yet, although my greatest fear should have been that she had actually left... I refused to believe that.
How had I allowed myself get into this position, I asked myself... but I already knew the answer. She was irresistible, and I trusted her.
But really, what led me here and just how did it all start?
Nearly a year ago I had seen a photo she had posted of her full breasts and prominent nipples proudly displayed on a website, it was one of those sites that allow guys to show off their girlfriends bodies, and the occasional girl that wanted to show her own. Anyway, I had left a simple compliment... and the following day she had thanked me. I was a little surprised to have any response, and so I looked at other replies she had made to others that had complimented her. None of her responses seemed cut and paste, each one was individually written to indicate that she had actually read the comment.
She indicated on her blog that she was married, had eyes only for her hubby, so forget about anything every happening, it just wasn't. Yet, still she was sincere enough to honestly respond to each and every compliment. I followed her blog, and she would often post a new photo, each one was very nicely done, and each one she had taken by herself. The photos usually showed little more than her lovely breasts, occasionally her butt or legs would be seen and on rare occasion I could see her lips... a delicate curved upper lip as women beg to be born with, coupled with a full lower lip that begs to be kissed. Her body alone was more than impressive, but that she took her own photos was even more surprising. On each photo she would carefully attach her pen name ~ Cat's Meow.
With each photo, I was more intrigued; here was a woman that could have any man she desired, in fact she already had a man, yet she displayed her obvious beauty for others to savor and comment. I continued to compliment each and every photo, noticing details that others might have missed, such as her slim waistline, her wardrobe of bright colors and tailored curves, each accenting her lovely body, how she took the effort to have the lighting and background perfect.
Eventually I sent her a private email, complimenting her on her photos still more, and she responded... and I responded back.
I became more interested in the woman behind the lens, the one who spent so much effort to control every aspect of her photos... what was she like. Each email would lead to another, each more revealing than the one before. I learned her favorite foods, her greatest desire, her childhood, and what had shaped her into the woman she was. Her hubby was real, but he no longer relished the woman he had married, she had become his cock cushion, the relationship was drained of all emotion, and emotionally draining. Yet her morals would never permit her to seek a lover to fulfill her needs. She was still a one-man woman... but sadly it was the wrong man for her. Thus, I also revealed myself, much more than just a few token insights, but really revealed myself. I told her of my travels, my life, my joys and my sorrows. I expressed private thoughts and my longing fantasies.
For all the personal tidbits she shared, her life and the past she revealed to me... she never shared anything that I might know her identity, her name was never more than 'Cat's Meow'.
I resisted the urge to push, and became quite content to simply be her friend, her confident, and her guide. Yet, I longed to share new experiences with her... that she might take a leap and push her boundaries, explore, and find her own joy. The days passed into weeks, and weeks into months, our relationship grew, our friendship flourished, and with it our respect for each other grew. I yearned to meet her, to feel her hand in mind, to pull her to me and kiss her as a man that wants to give more than take, share more than receive, and listen more than speak.
One night I proposed to meet her, at a restaurant, for a very public lunch. I attached no conditions; I would expect no more than lunch with a friend. To my surprise, although she hesitated, she eventually agreed. She would choose the restaurant, and would meet me there at the hour she chose. So it was under these terms that I boarded a flight, halfway across the country, to share lunch with someone I knew so intimately, yet had never met.
I arrived at the restaurant only a few minutes early, a cozy Italian place that is surely known only by the locals who care for food prepared by those that love their family recipes. It was softly lit, each table a cozy nook, allowing privacy to each setting yet still sharing the ambiance that only an authentic Italian restaurant has. I gave my name to the receptionist, and she responded with, "Ahh, yes, your friend is already seated."
Thanking her, I gazed to where her hand pointed and saw a woman, head down, her soft brown hair highlighted by the yellow glow of the lighting, gazing into her glass of water, seemingly loss in thought. I paused for that moment... pondering the next hour of my life, and realized Cat was surely doing the same. Slowly I made my way to the table, there were few guests and I could concentrate on the view before me. My own emotions were caught up with each step. Was this the woman of my fantasies? Was this real? What do I say?
As I arrived at the table she looked up, "Greg?".
Her soft brown eyes captivated me, her rosebud lips begged me... I stood transfixed, unable to speak for a moment. Finally composing myself, I answered "Cat?"... And with that she smiled. Her beautiful lips parted and I could see her dimples... Jeez, she was cute!
She stood up, and I hesitated offering my hand... then my emotions took over, I pulled her to me and gave her a warm hug, kissing her on the cheek as lovers do when they meet in public. I felt her hands reach up to my shoulders, neither pulling me in nor pushing me away.
For several seconds we stood there, our first embrace, until we both realized it was too long and we each eased back, in unison... gazing into each other's eyes. Questioning... Searching... Neither of us risking any display of emotion as we waited for the other.
Then she smiled again... and I couldn't help but smile as well. I guided her back into her booth, and I could not help but notice the sexy outfit she had on, a form fitting dress in some kind of pink color, I think they call it fuchsia, a wide black belt that showcased her hourglass figure and a silken floral scarf around her long slender neck.... and sat beside her. The booth was small, and her presence was overwhelming, her perfume filled my senses, her smile filled my eyes. We spent several more seconds just staring at each other eyes, before either of us spoke.
