She could see her own hand shaking as she reached for the car door handle. She was nervous, excited, aroused ... and so much more that she couldn't even put words to. Her black heels splashed in the puddle of rain next to the car. The cool droplets falling from above clung to her skirt and the sweater. Despite the cool temperature, she knew her cheeks were flushed when she opened the passenger door of His car.
Smiling, she slipped into the front seat, nervously crossing her legs and tugging down her skirt. He smiled at her and made her head spin. He leaned toward her and she took the cue and pressed close, hugging Him tight, somehow preventing herself from clinging. She was glad He couldn't see her close her eyes and that He couldn't hear her thoughts, the thoughts that spoke of her need for Him, for this connection, the physical connection that she often ached for.
As they pulled apart she looked up at Him and they softly kissed. She felt herself melt. A soft sigh escaped her lips. She had been thinking about this moment for two days. She cherished the moment, absorbing it, imprinting the feeling of His touch, His kiss, in her memory to be recalled later when she longed for His touch again.
She sat back in her seat, holding her own car key in her shaking hands, absently playing with the keyring. He teased her a bit about how pink her cheeks were, which of course, only made her blush another shade of red. They talked for a few minutes of seemingly trivial things and she knew He was waiting for her to relax just a bit.
"Do you like Your necklace?" He asked her with a smile.
She was wearing the gold chain He'd given her, something she treasured. Smiling, she said "i do."
And then He asked the question she'd been waiting for. "Did you wear panties?"
She looked over at Him and then lowered her eyes. "Of course not," she said quietly. He had told her one requirement of T/their meeting was that she should not wear panties ... and that she should be prepared to prove she hadn't. He stared at her until her eyes met His. He didn't say anything for a moment. She squirmed a bit in the seat and half whimpered "what?" knowing exactly what He wanted.
"You have two options little subbie. Either show Me or hand Me the panties."
"But i didn't bring them," she said, her hands still nervously toying with the keychain.
"Well then I guess 50 percent of your options just went away," He laughed.
She looked up at Him, took a deep breath, set the keys down on the console and shifted in her seat. She scooted her ass to the edge of the seat and turned herself toward her Master a bit as she pulled her skirt up around her hips and spread her legs. She felt the heat in her cheeks as she sat exposed to His gaze.
She gasped as His hand moved over her stockinged thigh and His finger pressed against her cunt. "Oh my you're wet little subbie," He said as His finger pressed between her already dripping lips and teased her. She didn't think she could blush anymore.
She tried to look up at Him but couldn't make herself. Something about being so exposed, knowing that He knew how it aroused her, knowing He could do anything to her, made her blush and tremble at the same time. She knew He sensed the struggle she was having between embarrassment and the need to please Him.
In that voice that made her world turn upside down He said her name and then "Who is your Master?"
Her eyes met His. "You are Sir," she said breathlessly as His finger continued to rub against her clit.
"Who owns you?" He asked.
"You do Sir," she whimpered as His finger pressed harder.
