Andrea Cinder awoke rather early Sunday morning -- far earlier than she usually did, and certainly earlier than she would have wanted. She had slept uneasy, both because of a nervous tingle she felt throughout her body --
a real date with James! Finally!
-- and because it is hard to find a good position when your ass is red and sore from a whipping.
Last night had been a little frantic for Andrea. After James had hung up, she had been a bit dumb-struck, he seemed to be swinging from complete control to uncertainty rather quickly and it made her a little nervous. In her mind, he was no longer the weird, shut-in teenager she had seen him as a week ago. No, he was someone powerful, controlled and in command.
She shrug the uneasy feelings off her; after all she'd gotten what she wanted, a date out on the town with her lover. Besides, she had plenty other things to worry about, first and foremost: What should she wear?
This is really becoming a recurring problem
, she mused. She had begun searching her wardrobe last night but she'd not found the right dress yet. She had gotten them a table at Paulo's, a rather romantic, Italian restaurant, so she needed something that was both classic and suited James' wishes for her dress-code.
I need to dress... nice... after all,
she thought with a giggle, knowing that 'nice' meant 'accessible'.
Half an hour later she'd finally found a dress that fit her needs. It was a long, black dress that fit her like a second layer of skin. It was very tight, especially at the chest -- she would never get a bra on under it but it wasn't needed anyway. The dress itself pushed her tits together and up, creating that mesmerising cleavage that James loved so much. A naughty smile found its way to her lips as she considered the large, black letters J B on her chest. The top half of them would be easily noticeable on her tanned skin above the dress' generous neckline. That was sure to get her some attention from the other patrons of the restaurant!
The dress was strapless and left her shoulders completely bare, something she herself found sexy in a dress (and she imagined James wouldn't mind either -- the more skin she showed the better, she figured). The dress had slits up in both sides and would show off much of her thighs whenever she took a step or even sat down.
She held it up in front of her naked body and imagined James face when he saw her in it. She looked very much forward to showing off for her lover in it, just thinking about his reaction to her in it made her pussy moist.
Suddenly aroused, she threw the dress on the bed and stood in front of the mirror. Her right hand quickly found her clit and started rubbing it, while her left fondled her tits with the large letters J B and pinched her nipples.
"James' bitch!" she moaned to her reflection, loving her status as James' lowly bitch. In her mind she saw a long series of images of the evening's date. First he'd come and pick her up, looking all handsome and sexy. She'd wear her beautiful, black dress but he'd still treat her like a whore.
"Ungh!" she moaned in pleasure as she imagined him making her kneel in her expensive dress, and how he'd heartlessly stick his cock into her mouth, not caring that she'd spent almost an hour painting her face to perfection.
Her fingers rubbed frantically on her clit as she imagined how he would hold her head and fuck her face, smearing her makeup and ruining her look. Finally he'd pull out and cum all over her face, making her look like a used whore.
She'd ask if she could go clean up but he'd laugh and say: "You can go like you are, you little whore!"
Imagining his cruel face and the terrible humiliation she came with a small scream, though only in yet another unfulfilling James-less orgasm.
She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself after having orgasmed. Her need for sex was quenched for now but she knew it wouldn't be long before it awoke again, and she had a lot to do...
---
"Ding-dong!" the doorbell sounded at Andrea's and she opened it almost immediately. She had been ready for the last 45 minutes and just waited for the clock to strike seven. Now he was finally here!
Outside stood James, all dressed up. He was wearing a nice, dark shirt and black jeans, and he'd even spent time fixing his hair. In his hand he was holding a small bouquet of red roses. He smiled at her, handed her the bouquet and delivered the line he'd been practising since he left his house;
"Flowers for the most beautiful flower in my life."
"Aww..." Andrea couldn't stop herself from smiling a huge silly grin as she accepted them and held them up to her nose and sniffed them, "they're beautiful!"
He brought me flowers!
She thought in wonder and pure joy.
"Come in, please, while I find a vase..." she said, his gesture had completely fuddled her. Her careful plans of acting like a pure temptation were quite ruined. Instead, she felt like a teenager on her first date, clumsy and nervous.
James was genuinely pleased that she liked the flowers, he hadn't been sure. He found it a little difficult to change from her Master to her suitor, but somehow the nervousness felt good -- felt right.
He followed her in and couldn't help but to notice how sexy Andrea's dress was, and how the slits on both sides of it showed him tantalising glimpse of her tanned legs and thighs. Her ass swayed captivatingly in her high-heeled pumps and he admired her ass in the delightful dress as she bent over to take a vase from a low cupboard. As she turned back to him after putting the roses and water in the vase, he had to fight not to stare at her generous neckline where her large, firm tits threatened to spill out every time she took a breath. Her seducing, deep cleavage made it hard to look her in the eyes.
Her make-up was as subtle as her cleavage -- with her dark, dark eye-shadow and mascara and red lips, she look attractive and mysterious. The result was an alluring woman that unavoidable led the thoughts of any man to sex.
God, she's beautiful
, he thought and as his eyes met hers, he saw a longing deep in them that banished all his nervousness -- for now.
He eagerly moved to her, slid his arms around her waist and kissed her, soft and lovingly. For now, he didn't want to tie her up and fuck her, whip her or punish her -- for now he just wanted to be with her and make her happy.
As they both just sunk into the kiss, Andrea let her arms go around his neck, holding on to him and never wanting to let him go.
---
Half an hour later they were in a taxi on the way to Paulo's, both quite aroused but neither of them willing to give up the date in exchange for having sex on the kitchen floor -- yet.
Andrea had handed James $500 before they left, so he could pay for the date. It was an awkward moment for both of them but he had accepted them and given her a kiss in return.
James paid the cab-driver as they got out and hand-in-hand they went into the restaurant.
The maître d' greeted them and did a double take as he noticed Andrea. Her elegant beauty combined with her almost obscenely sexy dress made it hard
not
to notice her. They could see how he tried to make out the lettering on her skin that stuck up over her dress.
"Ehh... hello?" James asked trying to get his attention, and succeeding as the flushed man turned his attention to James, "we have a reservation for two under James Hanson?"
The maître d' blushed, checked his list and with a curt "yes, of course, sir" he escorted them to a small, secluded table in the back of the restaurant.
James went to Andrea's chair and held it out for her, acting like the perfect gentleman. As she sat down, they both noticed how the maître d' did his best to get a better look down her neckline... while trying to look like he didn't.
"A waiter will be with you shortly, sir, ma'am," the maître d' said when James had sat down and went away.
"I think," James smiled conspiratorially, "he liked the view..." His eyes stared right down her cleavage, making it completely clear what he meant. Andrea blushed; she had noticed it too and found it to be both fun and quite arousing to tease other men. However, she knew from experience how jealous James could get.
"Well, it doesn't matter what he thinks..." she told him with a seductive smile, while she leaned in across the table, exposing more and more of her delicious breasts, "do
you
like it?"
Fighting hard to look her into the eyes, James could only nod in silent agreement.
"I especially like how my mark still hasn't vanished..." he smirked and she blushed in combined embarrassment and arousal. She liked that too, very much.
"It's starting to fade a bit though, Sir... maybe you better leave your mark on me again -- in whatever way you want," she said, easily gliding back into that submissive role that had become so natural to her over the past days with James.
He was reminded of the
other
way in which he had marked her some days ago -- shooting his warm, sticky cum all over her face, hair and chest and dragging her outside while it dried on her skin.
"Maybe I will, maybe I will," he said with a grin.
Their waitress finally arrived with the menus, handing them one each. She was petite, around 25 years old with brown hair and a slim body. Her eyes were drawn to the beautiful woman, and she looked back and forth between the two of them a bit, as if trying to figure out why the gorgeous but clearly more mature woman was with the teenager. Sure, James wasn't ugly but next to the strikingly sexy Andrea, he was very plain.
