Hotel Bar Meetup

Vixen

That is what he calls me: "Vixen". We both agreed not to exchange real names so that anonymity was easy to hold onto, even after the weekend. Months of meeting up behind a screen, messaging about our innermost fantasies, and exchanging some pics and short videos have all come to this moment. The thought of disappointing him in the flesh made me this close to backing out, but my curiosity got the better of me. The chatroom we happened to meet in was a result of me dipping my toe into the world of BDSM. He found me immediately and, apparently, enjoyed my fumbling around the lingo and having more boundaries than what I am guessing the majority of people in the chatroom had. The truth is I don't want to be tossed around roughly I just want someone confident who knows what he is doing. That's why I had ventured to the chatroom. That's where I found "Dom".

It was to the point. Not some lewd "

Forever69"

or idiotic attempt at humor like

"Jack_Hoff".

Dom is confident enough to know what he is and what he brings to the table. At least that's how he came across every time we spoke. There is a horrible fear in me that maybe he wasn't as truthful online as I was and this is all some big setup.

Thoughts like that send butterflies of anxiety and anticipation to my stomach. I pull the hem of my short dress down one more time and check my phone for a new notification again. The clock shows me that I am still early. He had said to meet in the hotel bar at 8:30, and I had shown up at 7:50. I had thought this would be a better idea than redoing my makeup and hair for the 16

th

time out of nerves.

He has seen pictures of you completely nude; you really think him seeing you in a dress is what is going to turn him away?

A deep breath and a long sip of my Dirty Vodkatini gives me back some semblance of being in control of myself and I readjust my stance on the barstool. It's hard to stay comfortable in the dress. Dom sent it to me after we had decided we were going to meet face-to-face. It's tight, black, and a bit revealing but not overly so. The bust is squared off and hugs my breasts perfectly, and it forms to my body to just about halfway down my thigh. It's definitely shorter than I'm used to wearing, but paired with slim heels I feel incredibly sexy. My hair is back and in a ponytail, and I'm wearing dark lipstick just like he likes. None of that compares to the real star of the show; I added this little number.

Under the dress is hiding the naughtiest negligee I have ever purchased. A black thong, but instead of fabric along the crotch is a string of pearls. I bought it thinking it could be fun for the weekend, but I've never worn one. I didn't realize that these would arouse me to this level. Honestly, I assumed that these would just be a slow burn; grazing me now and then to remind me of things that were to come. But either the tightness of the dress forcing my thighs to clutch so hard or the awkwardness of my perch on the barstool have these beads rubbing my clit and down the length of my slit so much I can feel wetness pooling and am terrified that I will leave evidence of my arousal on this chair. The thought sends blood rushing to my face. Between the embarrassment of leaving evidence behind and the building anxiety in my stomach I am starting to think it would be better to just run the hell out of this bar and go back home with my tail tucked between my legs.

The thought is gone as quickly as it formed: I'm not going anywhere. I'm too invested at this point to just pick up and leave. Adjusting myself on the barstool again as the damn underwear torments my clit I'm back to the same train of thought.

Please get here soon to save me from myself

.

Dom

I saw her immediately from across the room. She's exactly the way I pictured her. The dress and shoes I sent compliment her curves so well she looks like someone who knows exactly how many heads she turns when she walks in the room. She doesn't know, though. My little Vixen is so shy and unaware of the power she wields. My cock starts to harden at the idea of all of the things I plan to teach her this weekend. I know that she expects me to take the reigns, and I fully intend to keep her satisfied. It'll just be this weekend, so it's gotta be good. That means I have to take it somewhat slowly. She is very green at all things that fall under my tastes, and I don't want to scare her away or make her uncomfortable in any way. I promised her a weekend of fun and opening up to new things, and that's what I am going to deliver.

I like watching her, though. I came here earlier than her for that purpose. Though, not that much earlier. Knowing my vixen made me certain she would be nervous, but I had no idea how much. When she walked into the room forty-five minutes early and found a place at the bar I smiled to myself amused by her show of fake confidence. She was trying hard to put off vibes of knowing what she was doing, but I knew better. She was out of her comfort zone, and more fidgety than I thought she would be. So far Vixen's nervous habits include pulling at her dress, playing with the gold necklace she always seemed to wear, and picking at her nails. She also kept rearranging herself on the chair. A comfortable position seemed to be just out of reach, but the dress shouldn't be making her that self-conscious. Maybe it was just the situation.

Watching her squirm is a delicious appetizer for the upcoming meal, but I've decided my appetite is calling out for more. I toss back the remaining whiskey in my glass before I stand and make my way to my vixen.

Vixen

He came out of nowhere. I didn't even realize anyone was in that corner of the bar until he came towards me. I knew him immediately. His pictures were clearly something real and not photo-shopping him to a new identity. Plus the swagger he comes in with is something that can't be faked. Only a man who knows his worth walks that way; he owns the room.

He walks straight to me and props his elbow on the bar all while looking into my eyes. This man knows me better than most and the cockiness of that knowledge is radiating out of his dark iris's. A half smile appears on his face and I'm at his mercy. The pearls are not to be ignored and choose this second to rub my swollen clit for good measure. My breath hitches at the touch and I nearly tumble off the barstool. Like the damn hero in a story, he comes to my rescue and rights me on the seat. His smile a little wider now; I can practically see laughter in his eyes and my embarrassment kicks into high gear. I would love to crawl into a hole about now and call this whole thing a wash.

To his credit, he never laughed out loud. Instead a voice that somehow manages to sound the way liquid chocolate looks pouring out of a jar: rich, smooth, and luxuriously dangerous comes out of his mouth. "Watch yourself, Vixen. I have plans for you tonight that don't include a run to the hospital."

Oh my!

As far as first impressions go it's definitely him one, me nothing. I try desperately to think of something cool and witty to say back, but come up short. I am completely out of sorts. Online me would have a quip back, but here I am vulnerable and just made a fool of myself.

You're in over your head

starts to play on repeat in my brain. Not only can I not come up with anything clever, but at this point I am doubtful that I can make coherent sounds come out of my mouth.

What were you thinking coming here?!

I am on the verge of tears I'm so humiliated. All I want to do is run out of this room and never look back, right after I tear these ridiculous underwear off of me. I move to stand, and he gently grabs my hand.

"Are you alright?" comes across with actual genuine caring in his voice. He takes my hand in his and raises it to his chest to pull me closer to him. I slowly lift off the seat and nestle my head into his neck. To anyone else we probably look like we are old friends embracing. I'm immediately comforted. My Dom. He always says sweet things when I need it, how did I think he would be any different in person? I let out a sigh of relief as I feel my nerves settle. His arms around me are strong and my mind takes me to places that are much more relaxing than where it had me before. He smells so good; like mahogany and bourbon. His chest is strong and solid and my hands wants to explore more. The damn pearls will not leave me any rest and take me off guard as my mind wanders. A barely audible moan slips past my lips and Dom pulls his head back a bit. He looks down at me all mischief and confidence, "Feeling better are we?" I nod my head while I bite my bottom lip. I have to get the hell out of this bar.

"Can we go upstairs? I don't want to be down here anymore." I can hear how pathetic I sound, but I don't care one bit if it means I can get up to a bathroom and rip this forsaken article of clothing off. Commando is so much more appealing than this torturous thing. With a cocky smile, he brings my hand to his mouth and gives me a tiny, gentlemen like kiss before winking at me and saying, "Whatever you desire, Vixen."

Dom

Something is up with my girl. Even for someone so new at this kind of thing, she is on edge. I can't put my finger on why exactly. Clearly she likes what she sees. I don't think her strange behavior is due to me. Obviously she needs something, so I can play her little game until I figure it out. By the end of the weekend, though, she will know better than to hide things from me. I loop her arm through mine and walk her to the elevators.

She steps in first and pushes number 2 to get her to her floor. I'm on 6. Tonight, though I will let her feel like she still has some control.

Baby steps

I tell myself. You can't train a sub in a day it takes time and patience. I'm a patient man, but I've been waiting on Vixen to be ready for a meetup for a while now. She's too shy for directness, she has to be worked up to an idea and that takes time. Not that I mind. These past few months of chatting online have been intoxicating. While she is new to my world of fantasy she is still open to it and has her own kind of adventurous mindset in the bedroom. My vixen. She's so much sexier and braver than she thinks she is, and I find that even more appealing. She is confident, but not overly so.

The elevator starts to move and I stand silent. I know it makes her edgy. She is naturally submissive and wants me to take the lead in action and in conversation. I can practically feel her getting more nervous the longer we don't speak. While I want her nerves a little on edge, I don't want her getting worked up to the point of tears at this stage in the game like she did downstairs. That's too much nerve damage and not enough pleasure. The elevator stops and the doors open, and she steps out first. I follow her to her room so quiet you could hear a pin drop. At the door she hesitates briefly. Still I remain silent. I know it is adding to her nerves, but she needs to also understand that she has complete control if she wants it. A simple, "no" is all it takes. I may like to push boundaries, but I respect consent. Finally she takes a deep breath and unlocks the door. Like a vampire in the hallway I wait for an invitation. Once she takes a few steps inside and realizes I'm not following her she turns her head and says, "Aren't you coming inside with me?". I don't let my relief show, but instead I stand tall and walk through the door.

She spins on her heel to go towards the bathroom and loses her balance again. I steady her with one arm, but now am wondering if she had too many Vodkatini's or if she is just naturally a bit of a klutz. She seemed alright walking in the heels, but once again there is something she isn't telling me. Instead of thinking about that, though, my mind is ready for something more intriguing. I have been lusting after this woman for months. She has been my constant companion when I'm alone and left to my own thoughts. Her interactions online have become something I look forward to and now I am in her hotel room holding her upright. My mouth practically waters. Before thinking better of it I push her against the wall and cage her body in with my own. I can tell this move comforts her more than it scares her,

my vixen needs me to take control

. For complete transparency I make sure to say, "If you want to stop you need to use the safe-word from here on out." I had made her come up with one long ago in our chats. Her trusting eyes gaze up at me from under her lashes and shakes her head back and forth once before she whispers, "I don't want to use it."

Let the games begin!

Vixen

He is so quick and sure of himself. With one simple sentence he has taken the lead and ushered me into a place of comfort and trust all over again. This roller coaster of emotions is going to kill me before the weekend is up! I need him touching me, but I also need to get these damn panties off. He has officially blocked my way to the bathroom.

Suddenly I'm taken far away from any feelings of embarrassment or over-stimulation as his lips touch mine. His kiss is deep. I feel myself moaning into his mouth slightly, and I let my hands wander up his chest and onto his shoulders before resting them on the back of his neck to pull him closer to me. I'm lost in this kiss when I feel his tongue lick my bottom lip and I part for him without hesitating. His tongue explores the inside of my mouth sending shock-waves to my currently engorged clit. My knees buckle at the sensation drawing me back to the present. To keep me from toppling to the floor he braces one leg between mine and hikes one of my thighs up, wrapping my leg around his torso. My pussy is all but resting on his thigh now with nothing between us but a string of pearls.

He is going to feel them! He is going to see how excited you are and you're going to feel like a complete idiot!

My mind starts spinning again, and I can feel heat rising to my chest as he devours my mouth.

I start to protest a bit hoping I can come to my senses enough to get myself into the bathroom, but Dom is having none of that. I push slightly on his chest and he removes his mouth from mine. It doesn't last though, his lips start tickling my jaw all the way back to my ear. When his mouth is at my earlobe he sucks it in and nibbles slightly. I gasp and I feel a hand start making its way up my inner thigh. I want him to stop because I know what he'll find, but also I want him to keep going because his rough hand on my soft inner thigh is a tasty contrast on my skin that is making me lose my senses! "More" slips out of my mouth at the thought. It sounded almost drunk I am so desperate for anything at this point. I hear him chuckle against my ear. It's a dark and deep sound that I want to hear again. Without stopping he trails kisses and licks down my neck as his fingers trail circles up my thigh. I'm about to come undone with the over-stimulation I've caused myself. Then his fingers find something they weren't expecting and his kisses stop. His fingers play a bit more to explore this unexpected lingerie and his eyes slowly come up to meet mine.

"What did my little vixen do?" his chocolate voice says to me with barely contained excitement. I close my eyes and turn my head, too ashamed to answer him. Not even sure what I would say. Next I feel his strong hand tilt my face to meet his and I slowly open my eyes. "Good girl." nearly sends me into a faint. Dom is pleased with this find, and I am grateful as hell that he liked it and isn't laughing at me and my insane try at romance. With a devilish grin he asks, "Are you sensitive because of this?" I nod my head furiously and I choke out, "Sensitive isn't accurate enough to say what those things did to me." I am rewarded with that liquid chocolate chuckle again.

Before I know it, he is lowering himself in front of me while hiking my dress up past my panty line. He sits back on his heels and takes in my lower body at this point. The black thong sits just below my navel and fits well, but he is looking at the apex of my thighs which is totally exposed. I can't imagine what I must look like at the moment, but I can feel cool air touching my inner thighs and pussy and can tell that they are wet enough he can see.

Dom

I never would've guessed she'd be this brave her first night with me. I can't help but smile. Somehow she just took me from 'confident teacher' to on my knees;

figuratively and literally

. Her body needs to get fucked and I can see it all over her! Her inner thighs and pussy are glistening in the light coming in through the window. I can see her smooth stomach and pussy just like her pictures had shown me. Those pearls, though. I'm proud of my little vixen, she is living up to her name. Maybe she will throw some more curve balls at me this weekend,

I am fucking here for every single one of them

. I can smell her arousal from my current seat and I want her pussy on my tongue so much I can't stand the wait anymore.

I start at her stomach. She told me once that her stomach is sensitive and she likes to be touched there. Right on queue she moans into the darkness of the room when my hands start to touch and my mouth starts to tease. Finding the top of her panties with my mouth I bite down on the soft fabric and pull them down. This move draws out more moans and earns me a wider stance from her. She is baring herself to me even if she doesn't realize it. Pleasure can do that to us all.

I pull the clever little garment off of her and am sure to throw it into the chair,

That may be useful again this weekend

. She won't like the idea seeing as how those pearls had her on edge all evening, but she has survived it once she can do it again. She stands in front of me with her dress hiked up and her heels still on, her beautiful cunt is soaking wet and begging to be filled, but I am getting a taste of this delicious dessert first. Starting back at her mound I trail kisses back down drawing out moans and sounds of frustration from her. Finally my mouth hovers above what I want most. I blow some cool air on her swollen pussy and hear a sharp intake of breath followed by a whispered out, "please." I can't help but smile to myself again,

I've got you right where I want you

.

Vixen

Cool air on my steaming hot pussy just about pushes me over the edge. This tease game he is playing is bordering on mean at this point. Does he not understand how worked up I am, and how much I need him to do this to me? Without meaning to sound as pathetic as I do I let out a small, "please" to hint to him that I can't take much more teasing. The smug look on his face after that tells me I may have shown my hand too soon. Dom has told me he likes to tease that making a woman beg for it is one of his biggest turn-on's.

Before I have time to overthink this new anxiety his tongue reaches out and flicks my swollen clit and I scream out. The dark laughter that follows is borderline villainous. He takes a thigh in each hand and spreads me apart further. I am fearful that I may fall, but he takes one leg and hikes it up over his shoulder so now his body is balancing me and holding me up. That's when he begins. I feel a tongue start at my entrance and lick the length of me ending at my clit and circling it lightly. The act was quick and not penetrating, but did the job. My head fell back and my hands found their way to the back of his head. I pulled his face into my pussy and he lapped me up. There wasn't a place his tongue didn't explore on my most private area. I felt his entire mouth encompass my clit and start to suck; hard. Now and then flicking his tongue mercilessly onto my sensitive bud. The slight pain and deep pleasure mixing into a recipe of bliss. Suddenly a finger found my entrance. First he traced his finger back and forth my pussy lips, making it wet along the way. Then he eased its way in reaching far and curling into my G-Spot at the end all the while still sucking my clit and circling it with his tongue. The sensations were too much and I couldn't last. Before I could say anything another finger was added for good measure. Without warning, I shattered.