After exciting online Relationship for few months, we decided to meet in new town. Felt like fluttering butterflies in stomach. Trust was established, as online we knew each other for years. Apprehensive to the core of my being, my legs shivered every time I imagined what may happen. What happened was totally new & surreal. My feelings floored me.
My soul was yearning and the passion was rising within me as I took the cab drive to airport. At airport after checking in my luggage, I moved for the security check with anticipation. Master had ordered me to carry condoms in my purse to humiliate me. Although I was aware that it's not detectable, I felt embarrassed when Security Personnel gave me a look and scanned my purse twice.
To cool myself down, I decided to listen to soft Indian music but it only added sparks to the fire between my legs. I expected sound sleep in the flight after a restless night, but foolishly I ignited my passion more by reading stories from literotica. My panties were sticking to the pussy like a skin, wetness from pussy engulfing the air, making me conscious and could feel Master's control over my body from then itself. I crossed a fellow passenger to take the washroom break, praying he won't be able to detect the aroma of mine.
After flight landed, I removed panties at airport's washroom as per Master's instructions in order to provide him access to my pussy upon meeting. I was then supposed to pick Master mid-way to the hotel where we were checking in for 4 days full of Hopefully controlled hot passion.
The first sight of Master sent ripples down to my deep core, making me more wet for him. Once inside the cab, his fierce eyes were marking me as His own, causing my eyes to downcast in respect, my body was shivering in nervousness and need and there was slight fright in my eyes. To my amazement Master enquired loud enough for driver to listen, 'Have You done the task?'. I nodded slowly whispering softly 'I did it in airport wash....'
He complimented me for looks and dress, making me blush. His daring looks over this owned body made me shy away and look out of window. Sensing him looking out of windows to admire the new city, the lust for him made me steal side glances to admire his face, his strong hands, his big palms, imagining them playing havoc to my body. Time seemed to fly by and I finally found myself alone with him in the hotel room.
Mind was hazy, I could not decide if to remain standing, to kneel or to sit on the bed where Master was relaxing. I was looking forward to a perfect start without assuming anything. I waited silently next to the luggage with downcast eyes awaiting Master's instruction.
Lost in these thoughts, I heard Master beckoning me, in a soft whisper, patting the bed.
I was feeling lot more shy, was shivering profusely sitting at the corner of the bed. Master then embraced me, cradled me in his arms, in a tight hug, I could feel his warmth engulfing me. My hands brushed over his hard muscles, feeling their power over me.
