Markus walked casually through the Seattle streets. He had been on foot for quite some time, waiting patiently for the text that he had been expecting for the entire week. It was well after six pm and night had fallen quickly. There was a sense of nervousness and excitement that coursed through his veins at the thought of experimenting with the woman he had corresponded with for so much time until he had finally brought up the idea of living out their fantasies. The popular social networking site for alternative interests; Fetlife had brought them together in one of the many discussion groups. Markus found it amusing that their situations were similar but diametrically opposite. Her name was Elizabeth and as he fantasized about their upcoming encounter, he couldn't help but become aroused at the idea. The instinct that he felt in the context of their conversations was powerful.
A ringtone alerted him which cut through the busy hustle of the Seattle nightlife. He pulled the Iphone from his jacket pocket, closed his eyes once and then opened the text message.
"6th avenue, Hilton, room 105. 7pm." it read. His excitement was brought to a new level at the revelation that a time had been set. He was not far from the hotel and soon picked up his pace.
The walk seemed like it took forever but Markus found himself at the entrance to the popular hilton. He walked briskly through the lobby and pointedly avoided hotel staff as they tried to engage him. Only a few more moments and he would get to live out a long held fantasy with a woman who encouraged a side of him that he had tried to suppress. In the few short weeks Markus had communicated with Elizabeth, they both had to set aside their apprehensions and admit what each wanted from the other.
Markus arrived on the appropriate floor and almost exploded from the elevator doors. His stride was intent and powerful. The leather boots that gripped his feet pounded on the carpet of the hallway, loud enough to alert any on the floor of his presence. The last shred of doubt faded away as he knocked harshly on the door to room 105. The door clicked and slowly revealed the woman he waited all this time to meet. Markus let the door close behind him and for several slow, agonizing moments he let his eyes savor the image that stood in front of him.
Elizabeth was dressed in a seductive schoolgirl uniform, not a typical uniform due to it being only a short sleeved t-shirt that revealed plenty of cleavage and stopped just below her breasts to display her stomach shamelessly. A very short skirt completed the set with black stockings that reached to her mid thigh. Markus groaned slightly as he admiring the image. Her soft blue eyes stared into his as she toyed with her long brown hair.
"Do you approve Sir?" she asked in a light teasing voice.
"I do." He responded and approached slowly.
