"So that's where it all began?"
You nod as we sit in the airport coffee shop, where you've flown in to meet me. We're sitting in the corner, your back to the rest of the tables, as pretty as your picture. I take your wrists in my hand as we begin to play "Blame the Victim."
"I can't believe you didn't fight back. What kind of girl are you?"
"A slut." You murmur, smiling wanly, your face framed by the long brown hair falling past your shoulders. I reach out and start pinching your nipples through your ribbed black turtleneck.
"You've got that right. Look, you're letting a virtual stranger pinch your titties in a public place. And feel how hard they are." You wince, smile, and nod--you can feel them, they're yours, though you've given them to me, just like you'll give me the rest of your body, a willing victim. Inside, the electricity begins to flow from breasts to chest to spine and on down below. I pull you closer, take your chin in hand, and kiss your parted lips, gently and then more firmly, inhaling your air as your eyes widen then close. The warmth, the heat begins to ball in your pussy. I reach under the table and spread your knees, pushing the white skirt with the flower print onto your thighs. My hand slides along the inside, so pale and delicate, pinching and stroking as it approaches your crotch.
"Please tell me you're wearing panties, so I don't think you're a total whore." You smile.
"You're about to find out."
"A little impudent, aren't you?" My fingernails brush up your mound, flatter because you shave, the middle finger runs slowly up your slit. I turn my wrist and feel your wetness leaking through the cotton veneer. "And wet." I push the fabric inside you, your heat and flow soaking my finger. I bring it to my mouth and suck on it, still holding your wrists. The excitement is so obvious on your face.
"You're next," and I dip back down below, jabbing the tissue-like cloth farther into your cunt, scoop up some of your juices. Waving it under your nose, I ask, "What kind of girl leaks like this for a stranger?" You open your mouth to reply when slide my middle digit in. You suck greedily as I fingerfuck your mouth.
"Now," I say, releasing your hands, take off your panties."
"What?" You smile, a little in disbelief.
"You heard me. You've wet your panties and need to take them off. If you're the slut we both know you are, that's not a problem." You glance around and then reach down under your jacket and skirt. A little awkward as the chair slides back when you lift your butt off the seat, but you keep wriggling and down they come over your ankles and shoes. You blush at the thought that someone behind us is watching.
"Give them to me. More flowers. You are Daddy's naughty little girl. Well, let's go where we can give you what you deserve, slut."
Out in the garage, we put your bags in the trunk, your coat folded on top. As you open the passenger side door and crouch to step in, you notice the towel thoughtfully left on the seat. You feel me behind you, gripping your hips.
