It was a day like any other. Kids had left for school and I went into my office in pj's and carrying my mug of hot coffee. I had no idea what was about to unfold and how my life would change ... forever.
I had answered an email several weeks prior to a gentleman that lived in the next town. He wanted to find a fem that would allow him to be in control. I had been curious about that lifestyle since realizing I was one hot, horny female after living with a man who hated sex. My mine was rampant with all the "what-if's". I wanted to become open, explore, and dabble in many different topics relating to sex. I hoped "Sir" would be the answer.
He had left me an email telling me to get dressed, taking care to make myself very presentable for an exciting, out of the norm, experience. He would call me around 10. It was now pushing 9 so I went flying to my closet. I wanted to make a good impression but always believed that showing less was more. I removed a cotton orange tee along with a gray shiny cotton pants with a matching cropped jacket. The tee showed off my beautiful 36 D's and the rest of the ensemble showed off my curves. I was not too comfortable yet dressing like a slut but was comfortable with the woman I was becoming. I showered, shaved the appropriate areas till they were smooth then lathered myself with a light scent lotion feeling my juices beginning to flow.