It was so cold. As she sat there shivering, Lucy watched the hairs on her arms stand on end. She hadn't really dressed for the occasion of going to Québec in autumn. She was wearing white stockings with red bows at the top, together with a red and white polkadot dress that finished well above her stockings. It was short, with lots of leg on show. And that was it -- not a thing underneath. She smiled cheekily to herself, loving the naughty thought that, if the wind were to blow her dress up a little too high, her bare pussy would be on show for all to see, neatly shaven and revealing her perfect, pursed lips. Just that thought alone was already making her wet between her legs. She had certainly dressed to impress and she was hoping he would like it.
It wasn't just the cold that was bothering her. Nerves were setting in too, as she glanced over at the door impatiently, waiting for him to arrive at the airport. He would be here any moment, she was sure of it. He would walk through that door and then there would be no turning back. No changing her mind. She had always been such a good girl but he made her feel wild, he turned into a slut and she knew that once he arrived and she met him in the flesh she would never be able to go back to a life of innocence. At just 18, this was the biggest trip away from home she's ever taken. He hadn't arrived yet, so she still had time to back out of the plan and go stay in a hotel somewhere until her flight back to England in a couple of weeks. She could explore Canada her own way; she could be free and have a real adventure. No. Who was she kidding? This was the biggest adventure of all time. This could quite possibly turn out to be the best trip of her life. But, at the same time, it could turn out terrible if things didn't work out. Lucy had such a mix of excitement and nerves inside her that she felt sick.
She had been waiting for what seemed like a lifetime (but was probably nearer to 15 minutes) when she saw him. He was striding towards her grinning -- the gorgeous Greek guy of her dreams, tall and well-built with tanned skin and dark hair, a little on the long side. His brown eyes sparkled and his cheeky smile felt so familiar. It was the same cheeky smile she had seen so many times on his webcam but never seen in person before. As soon as he reached, he grabbed her and pulled her towards him, passionately kissing her for about a minute before stopping suddenly, taking Lucy's hand in one of his, and her luggage in his other hand, and leading the way out of the airport in silence.
Raimi was a mystery man. He had unusual character traits about him but that was partly what had drawn Lucy in. She was fascinated by him. And slightly addicted too. Seeing him now in person was causing Lucy's mind to rush. She was thinking back to all those times when they had had cyber sex, when he had demanded that she show him her asshole or her vagina, when he had watched as she fucked herself with a dildo, when she had watched him jerking off on Skype. He had always had such power over her, such control, and from the very beginning he had been able to command her to do absolutely anything for his pleasure, regularly demanding that she spread her ass cheeks for the camera. For this reason, Raimi called Lucy his filthy, little whore. He could make her do anything, no matter how slutty, and she loved it. Now, finally, he had demanded that she fly half the way around the world so he could fuck his little whore in person. So here she was.
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