It was there when our eyes connected; our first time meeting after chatting online for so long. Not a Domme and her potential sub, just two people having coffee and working through the initial awkward nerves. It was there though, that palpable excitement at what could evolve from this moment.
"So I assume you're packing a girlcock in that purse of yours?" you ask with a cute grin on your face.
I let out a laugh and shake my head saying, "Too small...I left it in the glove compartment."
We both laugh, knowing how obsessed I am with pegging. Your fingers drum on the side of your coffee mug as I nervously slide my ring up and down my finger, searching for something witty to say. That's when our legs accidentally bump and instead of moving them we stay frozen in that moment, feeling each other for the first time. I let my legs relax against yours and our eyes stay locked.
After a few moments of comfortable silence studying each other I say, "I'm trying to picture you on your knees in front of me."
Caught off guard you struggle to get the coffee down that was in your mouth as your face breaks into a smile. Looking around at the tables close to us, you lean forward, lowering your voice. "How's that working out for you?"
"Good," I smile slowly, "really good."
You study me intently before saying, "I think I'll love being on my knees and looking up at that beautiful face of yours," and then in a teasing tone, "double chin and all." The smile you give me reaches your eyes and I feel it in my stomach and smile back, dropping my eyes to my half empty coffee cup.
"I think we need to make that happen." I raise my eyes and wink.
You look down at your watch and back up at me. "I've got time now so..."
I roll my eyes and reach into my purse, pulling out a small box and sliding it across the table. "Go put this in."
Your eyes blow wide as you study the small black anchor plug displayed on the front. Your hand immediately covers it so no one sees. I watch a multitude of things play out on your face but acquiesce wins and you slide it in your pocket as you stand up. You pause, looking down at me. "Would you like photographic proof?"
I consider it for a moment and then shake my head. "Not necessary."
I can tell that throws you as I normally request proof for tasks I ask to be completed but you nod and disappear in the direction of the washrooms. I wave down our waitress and pay for our bill while you are gone.
When you return, I gather up my purse and stand up as you approach. You're about seven inches taller than me and I smile up at you and say, "Let's go for a walk."