During the entire flight I had been staring through the window lost in my own thoughts. Idly I had been wondering if Marcus would live up to his promise and be waiting for me on my arrival. As I sat there, the hum of the plane in my ears, looking but not seeing, the butterflies in my stomach metamorphosed into dragons.
A mixture of emotions ran helter skelter through me, half hoping that he would be there to meet and greet me while the other half hoped he would not be there. I recalled the on-line conversation when I first informed him that I would be in his area for a seminar and how persuasively he had insisted that he be there to meet me.
"Don't be so damn silly," he had said, "you don't know a soul here and it's not safe for a woman to be wandering about this city by herself."
"Oh really!" I had exclaimed, "and I suppose that I shall be perfectly safe with you? Damn but that's such a big disappointment."
He had laughed and I had smacked myself on the forehead, when would I ever learn to keep my smartass mouth shut. He always made me go all gooey; he had such a sexy voice, which always preceded on-line cyber-sex, making me melt inside and my pussy flood with expectation.
Smoothing my skirt over my thighs, my thoughts returned to our initial on-line meeting: first in a chat room and then I had sent him a private message, opening the flirting game. I remembered well how he had told me off for sending an unsolicited private message to a Master without first seeking permission, a friendship springing up very quickly between us. Like minds attracted I supposed.
Although I had become tired of on-line go nowhere relationships; Marcus had a very definite appeal about him that set me tingling and the very next night we had cybered in a private room. The truth is that cyber-sex is nothing more than mutual on-line masturbation with sound and vision. You can watch and hear one another masturbate for a sticky result.
He had told me that he was a writer of serious adult literature and offered to send samples of his writing if I wished. When I had finished reading the first story I had become hornier than a Rhino, making myself cum four times in succession, imagining that we were the couple in the story. Wow, but he was good.
He wrote so well that it was easy to think of us being they, I could relate quite easily to what he was writing, it was so graphic that he put me easily into every scene that he had written. That had been three weeks ago, others had quickly followed, plus I now had a web cam and we cybered on cam also, it was terrific to see him masturbating along with me knowing that it was watching me that took him to the heights.
Marcus had such a beautiful cock, quite the thickest I had ever seen and I had moved the cam so that he could clearly see my fingers or bob, my battery operated boyfriend pumping fit to bust in my very wet and overflowing pussy. I loved to watch his cum shooting from the end of that grand cock; it always sent me over the edge.
The very first time that he exploded for me was the fastest and hardest cum I had ever experienced leaving my body wracked with spasms for many minutes afterwards, such had been the intensity. I decided then that he was my intensity.
Now, this was to be our first physical meeting and I was more than a little nervous.
It was not a long flight from Edinburgh to London and my reverie soon became interrupted by the pilot's voice announcing our imminent landing. I had to make a concentrated effort to compose myself while gathering my things, my thoughts had made me very wet indeed and my face was flushed.
The plane landed without incident and very soon I found myself in the terminal claiming my baggage, my knees still a tiny bit shaky. I had almost cum on the plane.
Looking around I eventually spotted him leaning against the wall, the smoke from his cigarette curling lazily upwards. Good, I thought, he is as laid back as the projection I got over the Internet. He had thrown his coat over his shoulders for me to be able to recognise him, a full-length black leather coat. Our eyes met and held, his hazel with a touch of yellow reminding me of a tiger with the look of a rogue about him, and mine a piercing sapphire blue. As we walked toward one another I became aware that I was blushing furiously.
"Hello Master," I said with uncertainty, "it is you isn't it?"
"My Dear Rachel," he replied in his honeyed sexy voice that made me go weak at the knees, "you were maybe expecting someone else?" He laughed softly, almost a chuckle, humour touching his eyes and although still a little tense I began to relax towards this kindly man. Taking my bag he said "come on my little one, let's get out of this place, I know a little dive where we are able to get something to eat and a drink or two, I have become quite cold waiting around for you."
I soon became comfortable around him, his easy manner making me relax fairly quickly. His car was a very special one, a veteran Ford V8 Pilot from the early fifties, but the engine just purred belying the power of the restrained horses under the bonnet. I liked powerful cars and this one was no exception.
We pulled into a huge car park where a pretty little restaurant stood on the far side, it was almost empty and he couldn't have parked any further away if he had tried. I had to wonder if there had to be some kind of motive for this, especially with dusk just starting to descend.
Inside it was dimly lit, but soft lighting with candles, kinda romantic, relaxed, casual and dare I say just a little sensual. Sliding into a booth we quickly placed our orders and continued talking, my manner had perhaps become a little teasing but Marcus was the epitome of charm although dominating the conversation somewhat.
I caught myself watching his every move, the expressions on his face, eyes devouring my soul, and the hand gestures, I found it a struggle to stay focused on his words. Somehow he made me feel strangely naked in his presence.
The topic turned inevitably to the connection between us, the Internet, and the chat room where we had first met. Feeling the heat rising in my face again I stammered clumsily while relating a juicy titbit of gossip about a mutual friend.
Reassurance came swiftly as taking both my hands in his he looked deeply into my eyes asking how someone like me could say and do the most outrageous things on-line and on web cam and yet blush like a virgin! I shook my head, filled with embarrassment, blurting out that we had not been physically face to face then and that I was afraid that I might disappoint him in some way.
He chuckled softly, and somehow I knew that he wasn't laughing at me, rather he was trying to calm me and soon we were both laughing together.
"And am I a disappointment to you?" he asked.
"Oh no my Lord, you are exactly as I had expected. And much, much more."
Again we looked deeply into one another's eyes, his having taken on a much more golden glow to them now. Not a sound was heard from either except our breathing, but a more permanent link was made in those fleeting seconds. My heart beat so hard that I felt sure he must be able to hear it, it seemed so very loud to me.
I desperately wanted to feel the hand that I had seen so many times wrapped around his cock caressing my full breasts, already the nipples were hard and my pussy ached for his touch. However it was to come soon and in a way that I was not expecting.
He stood up and taking my hand led me onto the dance area. Coolly saying, "now dance with me." No more, no less, a simple direct command.
The music was slow and comfortable, but it didn't really matter, we were both here, together, and I was in his powerful arms. Lacing my fingers around his neck I felt his arm encircle my waist pulling me tightly against his warm body in a firm embrace.
Breathing deeply I took in the earthy and manly aroma of his after-shave becoming distinctly aware that my breasts were being crushed hard against his chest. I tried to ease back a little knowing that he would be able to feel the hardness of my nipples, but he held me tightly while murmuring softly into my ear.
"Where do you think you are going Rachel, I have waited what seems like aeons to hold you this close."
I wanted to tell him that it had only been three weeks but having no wish to annoy him relaxed, giving in completely to his wonderful and masterful ways. I shivered slightly, the result of his hot breath on my ear and the low sexiness of his voice, completely at ease in his arms.
I could feel his hand moving slowly down my back to rest at the top of my ass as he continued to talk softly and lovingly into my ear, saying the most outrageous things that were guaranteed to turn me on. "What will you do if I reach down and squeeze that beautiful arse of yours right now, in front of all these people? Will you cut and run or will you obey my every word?"
I was unable to suppress a giggle; he had been asking similar questions for almost two weeks and never been given an answer. 'This is showdown time,' I thought, becoming aware that something very hard and very insistent had been pressing against my abdomen as he pulled me even more tightly to him. The answer was clear and I felt very pleased that I had been able to instil this intense reaction, not unlike my own.
"Master," I whispered back, "I shall submit to your every desire, I am yours to command, if it pleases you."
