The sounds of Conor Oberst blared through the speakers in my car in an attempt to calm my nerves as i drove. He’d never failed to help calm me down…until that very moment. The butterflies fluttering in my tummy were beginning to slam-dance and i was seriously considering turning around. So many thoughts were racing through my mind.
What if You decided i wasn’t pretty enough for You? What if You just didn’t like me at all?
The dull ache between my legs was the only thing that kept me from going back home again. It had been so long. i finally had a chance to feel the touch of a Man again. i had the opportunity to meet up with an amazing Man i’d started talking with only a few days before. i couldn’t very well turn around and throw it away.
The directions You gave me led me easily to the coffee shop where W/we were to meet. i stepped out of the car and stood on nervously shaking legs, wondering if they’d actually support me long enough to get inside. My stilettos clicked on the pavement as i crossed the parking lot and entered the coffee shop.
i sighed happily as i breathed in the familiar aroma and walked up to the counter. "Extra hot double tall vanilla soy latté, please," i requested, ordering my usual. i shook visibly as i waited. When my order was up, i grabbed my coffee and hurried to a table in the corner.
i sat, sipping my coffee while i waited, my thoughts wandering to You. i wondered what You’d look like. i’d only seen one picture, which hadn’t really showed me much. The butterflies were finally starting to subside when i felt a strong hand grip my shoulder.
"Hello, girl" i heard a deep, rich voice from behind me.
i gasped and started to pull away. i recognized the voice as Yours and closed my eyes, smiling softly as i immediately began to relax.
"Hello, Sir" i whispered as You moved to the chair across the table from me.
i tried desperately to keep my eyes down, remembering You had told me i would be expected to look at You only when being spoken to. i could feel Your gaze upon me, studying me, judging me. i shivered wishing You’d say something, the silence bringing my nervousness back full force.
Finally You said, "Go into the bathroom and wait for me, girl." i rose quickly, and hurried to the back of the coffee shop.
i knocked on the door then entered, closing the door behind me, shaking again with nervousness. It seemed like i was waiting for ages before You joined me in the small room, immediately telling me
"Remove your clothes, slut."
i dropped my gaze to the floor as i clutched the hem of my shirt and pulled it slowly up over my alabaster tummy and off over my head, dropping it onto the floor beside me. i could feel the heat as a pink blush spread over my lightly freckled cheeks.
my thumbs hooked into the waistband of my skirt and i slowly slid it down over supple hips and cream-colored thighs; releasing the skirt and letting it fall to the floor around my feet. i kicked it aside gently.
my fingertips trailed over my tummy as i moved my hands toward my chest. i easily flipped the clasp of my bra open, my small, perky tits bouncing free. i then brushed the straps off of my shoulders and let the bra fall to the floor alongside my skirt and top.
i could feel Your gaze traveling over my body, burning into my flesh, as i stood naked before You.
"Turn slowly, girl," You commanded. "I want to see all of you."
my rosy cheeks flushed deep crimson at Your words and i began to turn. When i was turned completely away from You, You grabbed onto my hip with one hand and then pressed down on my back with the other, bending me over in front of You.
i whimpered quietly as Your fingertips traced meandering patterns down my back, brushing more deliberately over one supple cheek. You grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard, causing a soft moan to escape my gently parted lips. i closed my eyes, smiling to myself, nearly beside myself with pleasure at finally being touched the way that i’d ached to be touched for the past two years.
You released Your grip on my ass and said, "Stand up, girl, and face me."