Finally, they had agreed to meet. After weeks of feeling each other out, chatting throughout their days, and a bit of online play, they both decided it was time. He had made it clear to her that their meeting included play, and unlike their other playful practice, she had to do as she was told. He explained to her it was time to see how she reacted to real play, not some easily avoidable tasks and drills. She had to be committed to surrender at least for a few hours. They chatted for a while about the "date," and after discussing limits (again), and comfort levels, she agreed. She would listen, defer, and do as instructed with no questions. He explained to her carefully his expectations for the night and made sure she felt ready. She had been clear about her limits and she trusted him completely to respect them. She really liked this man.
They had been chatting for a month and he had earned her trust. She liked how he wanted to spend talking about their lives, needs, wants, and desires. He had moved slowly at first to give her time, knowing she had limited experience as a submissive. Nicole found his voice seductive, and it surprised her how warm and sensitive he appeared. She had wanted to meet him since their first phone chat.
He told her to meet him at the bar at Oasis at 6:30 for a dinner reservation at 7. He had made it clear to be there by 6:30. She had asked about dressing and he told her to wear her best fuck- me outfit with panties, thong preferred but anything sexy would suffice. He told her to check in at the hostess' stand and tell her she was meeting Rex for dinner at 7. Rex, she thought, that's not his name. It took a few minutes to realize the significance of the name. She laughed but also became slightly tuned on. King she thought. Funny man.
She arrived in the dress she knew would drive him insane. They both had been very careful in sharing revealing information at first, but after a few conversations their guard dropped. She had shared a couple of pics and knew he loved her look. She had not seen anything of him and wondered about him. She imagined what he had in mind and how the energy would be when they met. She felt excited, nervous, horny, and curious about him in ways surprising to her. She really liked him, and she knew he liked her. She looked forward to their time together with great anticipation as she got ready.
Arriving at 6:25 and looking around, she found the hostess' station. The hostess looked down at, what she assumed, was the reservation book, but instead handed her an envelope and a small brown bag, smiled and asked her to follow. The hostess took her over to the bar, which was crowded as it was Wednesday night. A well-known ukulele player was performing for Happy Hour, and the restaurant was packed with music lovers. The place was bustling with energy and loud conversations. She wondered why he picked such a noisy and crowded place for their first meeting. The hostess pointed to a seat at the bar with a reserved sign on it. The hostess removed it and Nicole sat down wondering when he would show up.
She hadn't noticed she'd already entered his gaze. He watched her interact with the hostess and look around the bar and dining area while the hostess retrieved her package. He was captured immediately by her smile. He had known her body was amazing but until that moment, he had not seen her smile. He loved her face. Her hair framed her face in a way that highlighted her beauty. He wanted her even more and watched as she took her seat. She did not know, of course, but he had ordered a drink for her and it arrived before she had chance to really get a sense of her surroundings. She looked around and right at him, but he did not really register to her, as he was with a friend who loved the music. His friend had met him for drinks and pupus and to listen to the one of the best ukulele players around. The friend had no idea he was there to provide cover and camouflage to help Sean hide from her for a while. She looked for a man by himself but there were so many people around the bar it was hard to tell who was with whom.
While she was looking around her drink arrived. "From Rex," the bartender had said. He watched her as the drink arrived and as she leaned in to hear what the bartender had said. She leaned back and looked around for him. He watched with amusement as she scanned the room and looked past him once again.
