Lori is sitting on the bed as instructed. Panties and bra are off. She couldn't find a button down shirt so she opted for a kimono-wrap sweater. She couldn't find the blindfold so she sat there with her eyes closed, wanting to follow instructions but needing to improvise. Something about this whole scene felt a little dangerous.
Maybe it's the way he communicated through the online site only using the community messaging platform. Maybe it was because she didn't know his name or any identifying information about him. Maybe it's because he left the motel room key on his windshield so she could make her way to the room and let herself in and follow his instructions.
Even though so many things were missing, she definitely felt a connection to him anyway. He sent her beautiful messages and spoke to her in a way that resonated. In his first paragraph to Lori he said he liked her photos and felt compelled to read her profile and once he read her profile he was turned on by it. Nothing makes Lori more excited than someone admiring her ability to communicate with the written word. Pictures are an easy like, not too complicated, and you can blow through them pretty fast. Words, on the other hand, take time and patience. Lori appreciates that he took the time to understand her a bit before even talking to her.
His words were like little kisses that started on her forehead and made their way down her face, past her chin, over the contours of her breasts with just a little nibbling, down her belly and onto her naturally barely-hairy pussy. Her legs twitched open just a little as she continued to read his message.
Lori's words on rope got to him. He had to go back quite a few journal entries to find it. It's one of the first things she posted:
"When I say I want to be tied up...
I imagine having my legs spread open with full access to all my girl parts. I imagine my breasts bound and a hand reaching from behind to thumb a nipple. I imagine fingers spreading open my vulva and the silky folds of my labia being caressed. I imagine being incredibly wet and full of desire. I imagine being trusting and relinquishing control. And I imagine it to be both soft and hard, slow and fast, tender and rough and I imagine welcoming all of it."
He let Lori know that it was all that and more and he invited her to experience it with him. And Lori, wanting to try and learn and figure things out, enticed by his sweet words and the forbidden fruits he was offering said yes.
And now she's sitting on the bed, following instructions and waiting for him. She hears the door open and a male voice says, "Hello."
Lori is so nervous she is sitting on her hands. She is doing her best to stay cool under the circumstances but she's starting to sweat. She thinks he could tell. He says something about forgetting the blindfold. He brings it over and places it on her head. Next, she hears lots of various things moving around but soon he is standing in front of her. He caresses her arms and whispers words to calm her skittishness and help put her at ease. He keeps a hand on her left leg as he sits down and starts to talk.
"This is your first time. Rope is intense. Let's go over your hard limits and talk about safe words."