"I have a surprise for you tonight, angel," he said, patting her firm little bottom as she walked past him. "So dress pretty for me."
Her eyes widened with his words, "Okay…" she replied tentatively. Sometimes his surprises were almost more than she could bear. As a Master, he was excellent at pushing her limits. He never pushed her farther than she could handle though, but more than once she'd ended up crying fearfully into his arms after a session. She loved reaching that point where she was completely lost in him.
Tonight his idea of dressing pretty was a short white tunic dress, thin straps, low cut and just long enough to cover her bottom. In fact, her honey-blonde hair was longer than the dress, soft as liquid gold flowing down her back. "Nothing underneath," he added, just to watch her squirm.
"Yes Sir," she smiled playfully. She loved to be ordered past her shyness. Sometimes he wondered how she would react if he ever told her to do something she really didn't want to do. That had not happened so far - their hearty sexual appetites seem to be fairly equal.
"Please tell me now!" she whined as he pulled the car out into the street a little bit later. Traffic was light, the weather was warm; he should've thought to put the top down.
"To meet a friend. To have a drink," was all he would say.
The bar he drove to was not familiar to her. She held his hand tightly as they entered, a slightly unusual couple. He was in his forties, nearly 6 and a half feet tall, proportioned for strength, swarthy skin, black eyes, even darker hair. She looked no more than 25, just over 5 feet tall, 100 pounds on a heavy day, with pale skin and blue eyes. Lots of heads turned in their direction - male and female. They took a low corner table and a waitress appeared to take their order.
Kim started to order a 7 and 7 but Ron interrupted. He ordered his usual, vodka and cranberry juice, and requested a Coke for Kim.
She frowned up at him.
He shook his head. "I don't want you even a little bit fuzzy tonight, pet."
Her frown quickly turned to concern. He only smiled, not having to ask if she had that little tingle of anticipation in the pit of her stomach. He could see it in her eyes.
Their drinks came immediately and Kim could barely sit still. She knew better than to continue asking questions - they'd only lead to punishment later. Not that it would necessarily be a bad thing - his punishments were often indistinguishable from his rewards - but now was not the time to press him.
Ron had noticed the woman as soon as he'd entered the place. She was at the far end of the bar and she'd been watching them the whole time. He'd told her to wait ten minutes then come over.
Kim didn't see the woman right away but she suddenly became aware of Ron staring at someone. She turned to see a stranger approaching their table. She quickly looked back to see Ron smile lustfully and suddenly his "surprise" was very apparent. She flicked her gaze back to the woman who now loomed over their table. Kim unconsciously slid closer to Ron, reaching out to touch his arm timidly.
"Angel," he said, sliding an arm reassuringly around Kim, "This is Joanna."
She was tall for a woman, probably 5'10, very solidly built, 135-140. Her biceps were as well defined as a body builder's. Her hair was jet black, not quite shoulder length, very straight and her pale skin was flawless, though the look of experience and her air of confidence gave away her age - putting her at least in her late thirties, maybe older. Simply put, she was severe and stunning. To Kim, scary and intimidating. Which spelled instant arousal.
"Hi Kim," the woman held out her hand. Her voice was instantly soothing and smooth, like warm oil on bare skin. Kim slowly stretched out her own hand and breathed in sharply at the force in the woman's grip. Joanna only smiled amusedly out of the corner of her mouth.
"Please," Ron said, motioning to an empty chair, "Join us."
"Of course," Joanna answered, taking the chair conveniently beside Kim. She set a half-empty glass down on the table. Or maybe it was half full? Kim wasn't sure yet.
"Joanna and I have been talking for a few days," Ron began. "I told her all about your fantasies of having another woman play with us."
At first Kim's eyes widened in horror at the thought of being exposed this way, then she turned painfully red with embarrassment and couldn't speak.
Ron laughed gently and gave her a comforting hug. He felt her trembling as she tried to hide her burning face against his neck.
They had talked about Kim being with another woman quite often lately. Kim admitted to the desire of finding out what it would be like but she had never been less than terrified at the thought. Here it was about to become reality.
She felt another hand on her bare shoulder and realized it was Joanna. The woman leaned in close and whispered, "Don't be afraid, dear. I think you'll enjoy yourself very much." She smelled very clean, like Ivory soap.
Her touch sent shills up and down Kim's arm. Kim's breath caught in her throat.
Ron shifted so Kim sat back up straight though she maneuvered to stay right up under his arm. She tried to smile bravely at Joanna.
"I have a room reserved for us across the street," he informed them. "Would you like to move the party somewhere more private?"
"I'd love to," Joanna smiled, an almost predatory gleam in her eyes.
