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Walking, no lets face it, strutting along the street, hearing the heels of her knee-high black leather boots on the pavement as she walked, Shakira eyed the world from behind her dark sunglasses. It was a bright sunny day, her bodyguard shadowing her from a short distance as she headed through the bustling side streets towards the meeting place she'd decided with someone, which was a small café. The person in question was a fan she'd never met, this being their important first meeting, important because there was a lot more to it than that. Several months earlier she'd received a letter from him. He'd started with how he was a fan, but it wasn't a normal fan letter. It'd contained his intimate feelings for her and some rather kinky details of what he wanted to do with her, which wasn't that unusual in itself. It certainly wasn't the first time she'd been propositioned by fans, but this was different. She'd been able to feel his pure passion and lust in the mere words he'd written down on that piece of paper and found herself drawn to it instantly.
Reading it again and again later that evening, her mind toying with every little hint his words had given at what he wanted to share with her, she realised she simply had to write back, her curiosity and own lust getting the better of her rational mind. And that's where it began, with her writing back to him, explaining how intrigued she was and that she needed to hear what else he'd like to do to her. He'd of course written to her again saying that he'd never expected a reply to his letter and that he didn't mean her any offence, that anything else from him may upset her in some manner. She'd made it clear to him that it was nothing of the sort, that in fact he'd turned her on and she just had to know more from him, no matter what it was, urging him to divulge every tiny detail from his mind about what he wanted to do to her. Shakira had never indulged in anything kinky, which she mused was perhaps why his words had such effect on her, but his fantasies of her joining him for sessions of bondage and submission turned her on immensely, and she more than once told him in her letters that she'd got herself off over his fantasies, which she was sure would help with his fantasies and freedom expressing them to her.
She didn't know why but she could just feel that his interest in her was beyond just sex, more than just getting her into BDSM and owning her. He genuinely wanted her, and she felt herself drawn to him, even though they'd never met or even spoken on the phone to one another. And so it went from there, with her eagerly reading and enjoying every fantasy he wrote of her, what he'd like to do with her gorgeous body until she could take it no more and had written that she wanted to meet him, that she needed to. He'd written back, seeming a little taken aback at the move by her, agreeing to meet her enthusiastically but asked more tentatively just what she wanted. She had replied, as she recalled, by saying "Something we both want" in her letter and signing it off with a kiss from her soft lips.
And now here she was, walking along the cobbled streets towards their meeting place at a quiet café, dolled up so he'd find her attractive, fearing for some reason that she'd disappoint him despite his physical attraction to her being well established. Shakira couldn't help but give herself another once over, glancing down at her knee high boots and fishnet covered legs, which led up underneath a tight, tan leather pencil skirt that stylishly hid her sexy thighs and she thought made her rounded bum look pretty enticing. Reaching down, she brushed out the bottom of her snug black silk shirt, feeling the leather just beneath the thin layer that hugged her slim waist, not wanting to give away too much just yet as she brushed her hair away from her face. She hadn't done anything with it, since he'd described how he loved her hair dirty blonde and shaken out loosely to give her a "rough and ready" look as he'd so eloquently put it.
Shakira reached the café they'd agreed on and glanced around, having only a description of him to go on, though it wasn't necessary as he gave her a wave, sitting at a table over in a fairly secluded corner of the courtyard. She eyed him up as she walked towards him, taking in his distinguished profile as she approached him, stopping just short of his table.
"Shakira, it's just wonderful to meet you," he said, standing up with a smile as he extended his hand.
"Nice to meet you too," she said with a smile, taking his hand and gently shaking it as she leaned forwards and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. His smile immediately widened as they separated and sat, Shakira crossing her fishnet encased legs and reaching up to take her sunglasses off in the shady corner of the courtyard. Her bodyguard was still nearby, stopping around 10 feet away to keep a wary eye over them just in case.
"You look fantastic," he said, unable to hold back any longer from complimenting her sexy look, his eyes roaming over her figure. Shakira could almost feel his eyes on her body, making her tingle a little and feel as if she was wearing nothing at all, undressed by his eyes.
"Thank you," she said, her eyes flitting down, away from his gaze as he caught her eyes, feeling herself blush a little at his compliments.
"You're more than welcome," he said with a smile, unable not to notice the slight reddening of her cheeks.
"So how's your day?" she asked, just wanting to get to know him a little.
"It couldn't get any better right now," he said, catching her gaze, though this time she didn't avoid it. There was a moment between them right then, Shakira able to feel the same passion she had in his letters as she felt him gaze into her very soul, and she into his. He noticed how she very slightly bit her lower lip, whilst she noticed the spark and excitement in his eyes which still held her own.
"Are you sure about that?" she said in an almost whisper, giving a little movement of her eyebrows, unable to withhold a sly smile creeping onto her cute lips.
"Not any more," he said with a grin, looking up to an approaching waiter, who gave a glance to the sexy Columbian but didn't say anything aside from asking if they wanted anything. He offered her the decision by a little movement of his hand. Shakira, who had been slightly turned towards the waiter, glanced sexily across at him, smiling as she looked back to the man waiting patiently.
"Coffee," she said in a soothing tone, enough to make him almost tremble as she glanced back across at him. The waiter, looked back to him, and he just gave an indication of "two" with his fingers, looking straight back to the sexy singer as he left. Shakira turned and gave a little wave to her bodyguard, who nodded and walked off. He leaned up slightly to see past her, looking back to her as he sat down.
"A girl can never be too careful," she said, looking up as the waiter brought a tray and set it down with two cups of coffee and the usual additions.
"Of course not, I could be anybody. I guess I am..." he said, adding some milk to his coffee and taking a sip.
"You're not just anybody," she said as she took a sip of her own coffee, glancing up to him with a smile as she placed her cup back on the table.
"No?" he said, cocking an eyebrow, intrigued to hear how she viewed him.
"No. You've got me," she said, taking another sip of her coffee and glancing over the sunlight courtyard, noting a few people glancing their way.
"That's true, you're all mine," he said jokingly, drinking the rest of his coffee quite quickly, eyeing her as she delicately sipped, her soft lips pressing lightly against the rim of the cup.
"Well I didn't exactly come here to be the boss did I?" she purred, sipping her coffee again, looking him in the eye as he caught her gaze.
