Penny sat drinking her cup of tea in the quaint little cafe. She kept glancing to the window, looking for the man she was waiting to meet for the first time, but all she saw was the bustling market square in this, normally, sleepy village. It was a very picturesque setting for what she hoped would be a perfect first meeting. The man she was waiting for had suggested this place and she felt her heart go out to him for his choice. The setting was perfect. He knew her so well even though they had only talked via the computer and, more recently, by telephone. Her friend had called her mad for going off to meet someone she didn't know. She actually felt a bit crazy for allowing herself to fall head over heels in love with someone she had never met in the flesh. But she just couldn't help herself, probably because the spark between them had become a raging inferno of anticipation for both of them. The man who would be her Master had professed his feelings to her, unashamedly and without embarrassment, which she found both intoxicating and refreshing in a man.
Her mind was wandering now, re-reading the mails he had sent her, more so the erotic stories he had written especially for her, the ones that had gotten under her skin and shocked her that anyone could be so intuitive about her and her fantasies. How she had been turned on by them, how guilty she had felt when compelled to masturbate while reading them, her self-induced orgasms ripping through her as she read them, over and over until she was sated. When he had telephoned her and asked her had she enjoyed playing with herself after reading the stories, she had almost died of embarrassment. But he had talked to her and explained how she should never feel guilty for enjoying her own sexuality, telling her that it was a gift, and that he was flattered and pleased that she had found his writing so erotic as to have had such an effect on her.
She was lost in her dreams now, her eyes seeing another place, a fantasy in her mind where Tony arrived and simply swept her off her feet and took her with him to his room, where he would take her and use her, free her mind, bring her exquisite pleasure and totally fulfil her. She blushed as she realised she was becoming turned on. She could feel her nipples hardening under her silk blouse, the tips gently brushing the soft material as she moved, bringing a lovely tingling sensation to her down below. Down below. With a low groan she shifted her weight in her chair as her pussy tingled, the feeling spreading through her.
"Oh my god," she thought to herself, "Get a grip on yourself woman or you'll be ready to jump on him even if he looks like a monkey."
The thought that flashed through her mind at her joke made her smile and broke her reverie. Then she looked up with a start as she realised there was a man standing in front of her, gazing intently at her blushing face. It was him, she recognised him instantly from his picture and she knew in that moment that she really did want him as his eyes blazed with passion, boring deep into her soul and scorching her beyond salvation.
"Hello my love," his deep voice resonated inside her head rather than her hearing it. "We meet at last and I must say that your pictures and your description of yourself do you no justice at all. You are beautiful and it is a pleasure to meet you and feast my eyes upon your beauty."
Penny sat gasping like a fish out of water. His voice and his presence made her feel weak, so weak that she barely managed to stammer her reply in kind.
Tony stooped and took her hand, his lips kissing gently as he let his eyes once again bore into hers. Penny stammered again as she thanked him for the kiss and tried to compliment his gentleman-like conduct. He smiled as he sat opposite her and she melted further, feeling her earlier day dreams welling up inside her again making her whole body seem to tremble with excitement. A small part of her mind was amazed at how this man could make her feel. The rest of her simply wanted him.
He, however, seemed totally calm and in control. Inside he was churning up, his stomach doing cartwheels as his mind fought with his heart and nervous system for control of his body. As always, his mind won, his body obeyed and he brought his thoughts to bear on the beautiful creature before him. When he had approached her in the cafe he had been stunned by her beauty. Next to her he felt plain and common. But he knew he loved her and so he fought with his nerves and brought his Dominant side into the fray to conquer both his nerves and his everyday worries.
He relaxed as he enjoyed the feeling of his Dominant self taking over, almost like he was two people vying for superiority inside his mind. He could see now that she was in awe of him, her eyes gave everything away to him, like windows to her soul. He drank in her every movement, her looks, every last lovely bit of her. He could see she was turned on, her hard nipples dancing freely inside the white blouse he had asked her to wear, a feeling of pleasure running through him as he saw that she had dressed exactly as he asked her to, white silk blouse with no bra, a nice tight black skirt cut to mid thigh, black stockings and high heeled sandals. He noticed she had a black leather jacket draped over the back of her chair, the strap of her handbag just visible over it. She shivered as she realised he had noticed her aroused state. She blushed even more and this realisation, in turn, made her feel even more acutely aware of her needs and feelings.
Tony stood and walked to the counter, paid for Penny’s tea and beckoned her to follow him. She slipped her jacket on against the light breeze which had sprung up to take the heat out of the afternoon, and followed John outside where he took her hand in his and led her to the pub over the road from the cafe.
"You need to relax a bit," he smiled to her. He was rewarded with a nervous laugh from his woman, and that was how he thought of her already, he was sure of it, she was his now.
"You're right," she replied, I'm ready for something stronger than tea."
With that they plunged into the dimly lit bar and ordered drinks, after which they found a cosy corner and got talking about anything and everything, the alcohol loosening their tongues and their minds as they felt themselves getting closer and closer together.
As their second drinks got low, Tony asked Penny if she would like more. She was shocked when she glanced at her watch, seeing that they had been ensconced there for nearly two hours. It had felt like minutes to her, so much had she enjoyed their conversation.
