It was 11:00 AM on a Saturday morning and the Muskrat was anxiously awaiting the arrival of a new acquaintance...a like-minded kinky chick he knew only as Green Bubbles...but he always referenced her as just Bubbles. They had "met" on Literotica.com, a favorite site of his and one where he submitted his erotic musings and writings. Bubbles was a self-proclaimed BBW visiting Las Vegas, ostensibly visiting relatives but she had a serious itch that needed scratching and what better place for that than Sin City?
Yes, Bubbles was a submissive, a girl interested in at least bondage and spankings. The Muskrat knew however that she was also very sexually frustrated since she lived in a small village in rural Kansas. There were certainly not a lot of opportunities to explore her dark side in that little hamlet. So, the sly Muskrat invited her to cruise up to his home on the prairie in Southern, Alberta...in Canada. She agreed and he sent her a round trip ticket to fly up in late February. She was on her way and had received and acknowledged all of his instructions including that she was to take a cab from the airport to his home.
There was a muffled knock at his door and he glanced around to make one last check that everything was presentable. Yes, the house was in good order and he went to the door. Looking out the window he saw her standing there, bundled against the cold, holding one suit case and looking every bit as pretty as her Literotica profile picture had indicated she was. He opened the door and ushered her into his warm kitchen. Taking off her coat and setting her suit case down, they briefly embraced and exchanged a short yet passionate first kiss. She smelled great!
He had her sit at the table and brought forth a nice tray of fancy crackers, meats and cheese while went about the task of uncorking a nice bottle of wine that he hoped she would like. Pouring two chilled glasses he handed one to her and joined her at the table. Muskrat hadn't intended originally on being such a Martha Stewart but this was their first meeting face to face and he wanted her to be comfortable as possible...considering why she'd made the trip and all.
They noshed a little, had another glass of wine and just chatted. She was getting warmer from her long, cold journey north and he could see her relaxing by stages. They were sitting side by side and she leaned over, putting her hand on his thigh and pulled his face to hers. She looked him in the eye and said with the utmost sincerity that she was glad to be there, with him. Then she kissed him, pushing her tongue past his yielding lips and kissed him deeply and with considerable passion. It was no brief kiss and in the midst of it she turned to face him, mingling her tongue with his in a kiss for the ages. This was off to a very good start, a very good start indeed!
She was wearing a nice pair of slacks with a blouse and button down sweater that showed no cleavage but could hardly hide the fact that she had large breasts, but not too big. Her shoes were casual leather and he noticed she was wearing socks rather than hosiery. Her scent was something very new to him but he loved it. The smell was subtle yet insistent and he silently decided that it suited her very well. She wore just enough make-up and a very flattering shade of lipstick. Her eyes were beautiful and her nicely shaped ears were decorated with dangling pierced earrings. She looked great! The Muskrat was a casual guy and was wearing jeans and a tee shirt with a bulky sweater over it. As always, he was wearing his moccasins in the house with no socks. He had showered and shaved very close that morning and had neatly trimmed his thick mustache. He never wore cologne but he smelled clean and his Old Spice deodorant was evident to her when she was close and she liked it.
They broke off their extended kiss and hugged very closely before parting with a quick lip kiss. She helped him put the leftover food away and they each took another glass of wine finishing the bottle. He told her to wait a minute before joining him in the living room and left her alone in the kitchen holding her wine. After a minute or so which seemed like an hour she followed him into the followed him to the living room. She stood in the entrance as Muskrat was seated in an oversized chair holding his glass of wine. She somewhat shyly and a bit nervously glanced around the room. It was rather dimly lit with one lamp on in the corner. There were thick drapes around half the room where there were windows and they were drawn shut. There were several nice pieces of furniture and some rather masculine artifacts that served as dΓ©cor. But what really caught her eye was the incredible collection of books all neatly stored on tall wooden book shelves...there were quite possibly a thousand volumes and she thought that later she'd like to see what he read, what his interests were. Finally, she noticed a large flat screen TV with an impressive collection of DVDs arrayed on shelves attached to the stand it sat upon.
Bubbles looked back at Muskrat who was watching her every move and she took a nervous sip of her wine. "Come here." He told her and she took a few steps toward him but stopped when and where he told her to. "Set down your wine glass." He instructed her and she reached to set it on a nearby shelf. Standing in the spot he had told her to she had a million thoughts flood through her brain and yet couldn't click on just one. A bit distracted by her myriad of thoughts she was brought back by his deep voice telling her to "Strip. Slowly. Very slowly and completely."
She absent mindedly wiped her hands on her sides and began unbuttoning her sweater. She followed his direction implicitly and slowly pulled it off revealing her blouse. She tossed the sweater on a nearby chair. Next she began unbuttoning her blouse and untucked it from her slacks. Her open blouse revealed a very nice black bra that did little to hide her beautiful breasts but rather, served its intended purpose and offered support for them. She tossed the blouse over with her sweater. Next Bubbles unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks, slowly sliding them down and stepping out of them. She was wearing the thinnest of panties, the color of which matched her bra.