*This episode follows on from my story "A Surprising Submission".
Saturday afternoon. Yeah, damn, it was July 6th. She hadn't forgotten that. She had already thought about it when she woke up in the morning. But whatever. It was not more than a date, written by her on a scrap of paper some weeks ago, before she left the hotel room in which she had submitted to him, while he was still asleep. She had never done anything like this before. And he? Perhaps he had ignored the scrap of paper or, if he had seen it, crumpled it up and thrown it away. Anyway, what kind of message was that? July 6th ... No place, no time. Nevertheless she thought it was clear what it meant, when she wrote it: meet me on September 6th, same time, same place: the hotel bar at nine thirty. Now, six weeks after that night, it all seemed less clear.
Should she go - and what if he will not be there? Or stay at home, do things she has wanted to do for a long time, and later read a book and have a glass of wine?
What should she wear if she went at all? Most likely the elegant skirt she had worn the previous time. In addition a white blouse and a subtle white bra. And then of course the sexy black garter belt she bought a few days ago, and the super sexy panties. She put everything on the bed in the bedroom and added a pair of black stockings as well.
Shortly after five she went into the bathroom. She was a little tense, it had been a hectic week, a warm bath would do her good.
After the bath, she didn't get dressed right away, but wrapped herself in her bathrobe and rested on the sofa in the living room. The warm water had relaxed her, but had also made her a little sleepy. After a while she nodded off. When she opened her eyes again, it was dark outside. She hurried to get dressed.
Shit, she would be late. It seemed improbable that she could make it till nine thirty to the hotel bar.
Would he wait for her? But maybe he was late himself. She phoned for a taxi. The drive to the hotel was quick, even if they had to stop several times at red lights. Shortly before ten she was standing in front of the hotel. The taxi driver gave her his card - in case she needed a taxi later, he was on duty all night.
The light in the bar was dim. She stopped at the entrance and scanned the room with nervous eyes. He was sitting at one of the back tables. When their eyes met, he gave her a quick nod. She hesitated a moment, then resolutely walked over to him. He got up and offered her a chair. She sat down.
"Do you want a drink?" She looked up: "Maybe a brandy". He went to the bar and came back with two glasses.