My alarm went off at 4:30am, much earlier than my normal 6:15 that it was normally set to. Even though I was up two hours earlier, I was full of excitement rather than being tired as usual. The house was still quiet as I got up, grabbed my robe, clothing, and headed to shower. I had already shaved my legs the day before, and it was just a quick shower to wash up. I got dressed in the bathroom, so that I could put on a pair of leggings and a new take top on under my "work" jeans and tshirt. I had to actually look presentable like I was actually going to a work function that day. I headed back to my room, where the man child of a husband was still sleeping. It took three times with me poking at him to wake him up, I reminded him that he needed to take the kids to school and that I was heading out. All I got in reply was "yeah, ok. Have fun at work" without even looking at me as he rolled over and he began scrolling on his phone. His reaction only confirmed that I was making the right decision in going on my trip today, and put any doubts I had to rest.
The highway was empty this early in the morning. It would be about a 4 hour drive, and I stopped halfway to pee and to take off the second set of clothing I had on, so now I was just in my leggings, tank top, bra, and panties. It was a new bra that opened in the front with a clasp, not that I had any plans for undoing it, but my thoughts definitely went to it being easy access. The first half of my drive was filled with lots of thoughts of whether I should continue to keep driving, or if it was too late to turn around. I had met Joe through a chat group for those of us who are into kink but are married to vanilla partners, and we had been talking privately for about a month. I was filed with anxiety for the duration of the drive, it was more of an excited anxiety rather than the fear that normally consumed my thoughts. There was plenty of fear in my thoughts too though.... We had never met in person. I had sent plenty of pictures, normal and kinky fun pictures, but those can be a lot different than meeting in person. Even though I was excited, I was still scared at what could happen, we could meet, and he could take one look at me and say no thanks, or we could just not click well in person. Anything could happen.
As I pulled off the exit, I could see the parking lot where we agreed to meet up at. Joe's truck was already there, and I began to get more nervous than I already was. I pulled up next to him, with our driver doors facing each other. It took me a minute to get the nerve to even get out of my car, and I hoped my nerves didn't show.
"Hi Joe" I said as I stepped out of the car.
At the same time Joe also said "Hi, Emma" and pulled me into a hug. Feeling his arms around me made all my nerves melt away, I couldn't remember the last time I had been touched, let alone hugged. I didn't have much time to even think about it because before I knew it, Joe had a fistful of my hair, as he pulled my head back and kissed me deeply while pushing me up against my car. I tried to continue to kiss him but he pulled my head back again, tugging at my hair.
"Let's go for a drive" said Joe.
I locked up my car and got into the passenger seat of his truck. We sat there for a minute and talked about my drive and how our mornings were going. Joe started fumbling in his center console and pulled something out.
"Remember these?" He said with a grin as he pulled out some small construction clamps that he has sent a picture of the week before. We began kissing again, and his hand made it's way from my face and down the front of my tank top, grasping and massaging my breast. I tried leaning into him more, but the damn center console was getting in the way. We continued to make out, as his fingers pinched and squeezed at my nipple. We sat longer in the parking lot, and I sat wondering what we would do next. Normally I didn't do much on first meetings with a person, it was just a rule I had. Already Joe had gotten further by going under the clothes, but I was liking it and wanting to see where else this would go. Joe pulled my breast out of my bra and tank top, and placed the clamp on my nipple. It felt so great the way it squeezed and even stung a little as it was tight on my nipple. Before I knew it, Joe was kissing me again, and I moaned slightly as he twisted the clamp with my nipple still inside of it. It had been so long since I had felt any type of kink pain, that my masochistic side was smiling internally. As Joe continued to twist the clamp, I pushed harder into his kiss, trying to encourage him to do more.
Joe continued to kiss me, and I gasped as he pulled the clamp from my nipple. As he pulled away, I looked down and my nipple was bleeding a little from being pulled on. Shit, I mentally thought. Of course, things seem to be going well and I had to go and fuck it all up by having something like this happen. I began mentally freaking out that he was going to end up bolting after seeing that.
"Umm, got a napkin or something?" I asked trying to not appear nervous.
Joe reached around and handed me a tissue, it only took a little bit for it to stop bleeding, but still was enough to make my anxiety jump up. We buckled up, and Joe began driving.
