Oh.......my.........god!!!
An incredibly intense orgasm had just crashed through my body only a few seconds after my fingers started rubbing my clit. I had barely been civil when I arrived home and hurried to my room. Kicking off my shoes, I had thrown myself backwards onto my bed, pulled the gusset of my soaking knickers to one side and rushed my fingers to finish what he had started. To be fair I had been in state of high arousal for about five hours, having met him for the first time around five and half hours before, but still the speed and intensity of my cum took my breathe away.
Here was me, an erstwhile, respectable, highly professional lady feeling and acting like a slut. Only a few home before I had wantonly spread my legs and let this stranger plunge his fingers into my soaking cunt and then watched him lick the nectar from their tips as his eyes held mine. All this in a City wine bar.
But I am not telling this story well so let me go back to the start of the evening....
A few hours earlier I had left my London office and set off to meet a stranger. Well to be fair he was not a perfect stranger. I had contacted him less than two weeks earlier having seen his unusual, personal and very frank profile on a BDSM site. Like me, he did not feel like he fitted a label or stereotype. He was looking for a strong mental connection And there was some indefinable interest that made me reach out.
Our initial exchanges of messages had been a mix of polite, teasing and probing. When he suggested meeting for a glass of wine 'because it is only face to face that you find out if there is any real chemistry' it took me all of 10 seconds to reply, "Yes."
Now as I walked up to our rendezvous I saw him. He was much as I expected, tall, greying with a beard and assured. He was not watching everyone as they passed, instead he was looking at his phone and only looked up as I stood in front of him. He had lovely deep brown eyes. He smiled and I felt like a young woman again. To say I melted is an exaggeration, but I immediately felt comfortable in his presence. I know there was a smile across my face and I just naturally fell in step beside him as he guided us to the bar he had mentioned in his emails.
The bar was underground, quiet and pleasantly cool. We found a table and he checked again that I was happy to drink wine. "Dry white," I requested and he confidently returned with a bottle, two glasses and that smile.
He placed the two glasses down and as he sat opposite my right hand inadvertently crept across the table and started playing with the stem of one glass. As if the glasses were proxies for the two of us I unconsciously started a gently dance, my glass pushing up to and beside his, almost touching. Until now he had barely touched me, just a hand at my back as he guided me too this place, but now I wanted more. He just smiled and talked calmly as we started to learn more about our discovery of our relative Dominant and submissive sides. It was a very easy conversation.
As he talked I looked deeply into those deep, dark brown eyes while my glass still tangoed with his.
I felt myself drifting at points, my eyes closing as I just enjoyed his presence and the sound of his voice. He noticed this as I now know he noticed a whole lot more. I wanted his touch. I know this because my body was responding. I felt so wet and like the slut I am I heard myself say, "You have no idea how wet you are making me."
He smiled.
"But then again maybe you do?"
He smiled again and said, "And if I place my hand at the back of your neck like this?"
His large hand reached out and slipped around the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my short hair before he squeezed. In crunching his hand he gripped my neck and created that beautiful pain that comes from pulling of fine hair against sensitive skin. My eyes closed and my head dipped as I swam in his hold.
We had spoken about pain earlier and while I had stated that I didn't not like it, we had agreed that there is a fine line between pleasure and pain and that as part of a mix of stimuli it can be powerful.
He was showing me what he knew and I loved it. He played me like an instrument with his grip loosening and tightening as my animal response went straight to my cunt. If I had not been soaking before, I was now.
Releasing his grip he sat back and looked at me as I slowly opened my eyes, my breathing still heavy. I was close to orgasm with this stranger in a bar!!
"I am sopping wet," I said, looking him in the eye.
"I wish I could feel it," he said.
"You can."
With that I slid forward on my seat, my legs spreading, my knees either side of his. Here I was, feeling so sexy, in a public bar, pulling my skirt up to expose my translucent panties. Reaching around the side of the table his hand slipped between my thighs before his finger tips brushed the fabric barrier. He stroked momentarily before I pulled my panties aside giving him full access.
