Evelyn, Evie for short, hadn't had a vacation in years, and even the last two could hardly have been called vacations. This time, at least, she would enjoy herself. She was finally visiting him, Glen, going so far as to take a plane to be with him for the week, despite the fact that they'd never met. That was the fun thing about long distance relationships. She knew that every trip to be together would feel like an adventure.
Getting off the plane, she attempted to familiarize herself with her surroundings. A chill underneath her skirt reminded her of his instructions, "Short dress, no panties," and she blushed, determining that she was feeling far too embarrassed in this state to take her time. She picked up the pace. Her head darted a variety of directions in her search for his face, but to no avail. Seconds turned into minutes as she searched, until finally she heard a voice in her ear.
"You know, your search might be aided by a simple telephone call."
Startled, she let her bags drop and blushed, "It would... if I hadn't let my phone die..."
The silent pause that followed allowed her to feel the intensity of her heartbeat as she wondered whether or not this offense was punishable.
"Hmm... interesting.... I seem to recall specifically instructing you to charge it, little girl."
Evie tensed as she prepared to fight the word, "little," as she always did. It was an ongoing argument for them. 5'6 was hardly small, after all, even if she was on the thinner side. Time had been kind, and she was no longer as large as she'd been when she was a young girl. At 27, she weighed 125, less than she'd ever weighed since gaining her full height. Her old ways still stuck with her, however. Even if she wanted to feel small, she would always feel like the large girl she used to be. For the first time, though, her usual argument refused to surface. It seemed to die on her lips as she turned to face him, taking in the full 6'2, 25 year old man with his bright blue eyes and light brown hair. She realized with a new awareness the sudden difference in her position. The airport might be on neutral territory, but she was finally in his presence. He had a lot more power here than over Skype, and they would not be in neutral territory for long.
Yet again, she blushed. "I.. er... woke up late. I'm sorry."
His eyes narrowed, "You will be. What would you have done if I hadn't found you?"
Evie could not bring her eyes to meet his. "Probably found a way to get a charger."
"...and if you'd been kidnapped between now and finding this mystical charger? Or had your purse stolen?"
A determined look stole its way across her face and she looked up, defiantly, "That wouldn't have happened," she claimed.
"Why not?" he demanded.
"Um... because it wouldn't?" She put her fists up bravely. "I'd fight them!"
He rolled his eyes. Was she intentionally this naïve?
"Don't. Trust. People." He punctuated each word with a jab of his finger to the center of her chest. "They're dangerous. Be prepared."
Yet again her eyes were finding their way to the floor. This wasn't how she'd planned on starting things out... though somehow a little spot of moisture seemed to be leaking down her leg, slowly. She determinedly pressed her thighs together, trying to stop the progress of the leak. No panties, no tights... there was really nothing to stop the progress. She fervently hoped they would be to the vehicle soon... and that he hadn't noticed.
He knew her too well, though. His words might be innocent enough, but he was familiar with her triggers by this point, and he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Talking of danger, reminding her of her vulnerability, putting her in her place. He grinned to himself as he thought of how much fun this week was going to be.
With a new-found sense of urgency, Evie began pulling together her baggage, struggling with its weight.
He arched an eyebrow, "That seems like a bit more than you can handle with those skinny little arms." Again with the little!
Pretending she didn't hear, she huffed everything up and began to make slow, steady progress past him. He even gave her a few steps before he slid his way beside her, carefully prying her bags from her hands until she had nothing left, even as she attempted to hold on.
"Sorry, but we'll never get anywhere at that pace, Sweetie," he said as he passed her with her own things. Outwardly she fumed. Inwardly.... she shook her head and pressed her legs together a moment before chasing after him.
Out in the cold, she shivered as she waited for him to place her things in the back of the truck. Once the seat was up and straightened, she clambered in, feeling his hand on her ass as he gave her an unnecessary boost. She bit her lip lightly and settled into place as he positioned his self in the driver's seat.
