We had been chatting online for a few weeks, but this was the first time we met in person. I'll admit, I was a little nervous. We had talked about everything under the sun, from favorite movies to favorite sex positions. But no matter how well you know someone online things are always a little different in person. She was coming to my house for dinner and I spent the whole day running around making sure everything was perfect. I was wearing the prearranged outfit, an apron, pearls and high heels. Nothing else. Was I really going to answer the door wearing this? But a good girl does what she's told, and this is what Margot told me to wear. Dinner was ready, the table set and candles lit.
The doorbell rang. As the door opened and I saw her for the first time I realized I was in for the night of my life. She was even more stunning than she had been in her pictures. With olive skin and dark hair I had never seen a more beautiful woman. I smiled at her and stepped back so she could come inside. We hugged and I got my first feel of the body I'd been looking at online for weeks. Her arms wrapped around me, hands smoothing across my back and down to my bare ass.
"I see you followed my instructions. Good girl," she murmured in my ear. I looked down and saw the bag she had with her.
My imagination started running wild, trying to guess what she had in there. She took me by the hand and led me to the couch. With a small push she leaned me over the back, ass in the air. I couldn't see what she was doing but I heard her rustling in that magic bag of hers. A cold liquid drizzled over my asshole. I jerked in surprise but didn't move away. Pressure on my ass let me know she was slipping something inside me. It was firm enough to penetrate me, but soft enough to give a little. It felt like a plug. In and out she worked it, going deeper and deeper each time until finally it was as far in as the base would let it go. She patted my ass and said "Come on. Let's go eat."
Dinner flew by and before I knew it I was cleaning away the dishes. If our chats had been anything to go by, things would be getting heated soon. I followed her to the couch where she had left her bag. Before I could sit down she reached up and untied my apron from behind my neck, letting it fall to the floor. I stood in front of her wearing only my pearls and shoes, a plug in my ass, feeling very exposed. She sat first and pulled me toward her, making me straddle her lap. There was a smile on her face, as though she was pleased with how well I was obeying. Her hands glided up the outside of my legs to cup my ass. With each small squeeze she gave my cheeks tightened on the plug giving me the most amazingly full feeling. Then her hands continued up, brushing my breasts and ending tangled in my hair. She used her leverage to pull me down for a kiss.
It started out soft but quickly turned into a forceful mix of tongue and teeth. One hand left my hair to go back to my breast. I was expecting her to start soft, like she had with the kiss. I was wrong. Her fingers dug into the soft tissue, leaving bruising marks. I moaned and arched into her hand. It hurt, but at the same time it felt so good. She was doing it just how I had described to her during one of our many chats. It was like she had memorized my words of how I liked it. Rough, with a sharp pinch on the tip of my nipples.
Before long I was writhing on top of her. My cunt was dripping the evidence of my arousal down my leg and it was all I could do not to touch myself. I resisted as long as I could but almost without thinking my hand moved toward my clit, searching for relief. As soon as it was obvious where my hand was headed my mistress pulled back from the kiss to give my ass a hard smack.
