I never have to wait for anyone. Successful, influential, I'm a busy person and my time is managed well. I'd had an early start in a foreign city, a heavily scheduled day, rushing from appointment to appointment. Escorted to lunch, another networking event in a very full diary.
And yet I find myself at the end of the day at a train station in the outer northern suburbs. Alone. Waiting. Five, ten, fifteen minutes...
It's a logistical challenge to find a few hours where I can disappear from my schedule and enjoy a little 'down time'. I don't want to waste a minute, and here I am with no choice but to wait until he arrives. He knows I'm here and I'm trying not to feel frustrated. Twenty-five minutes after I arrived, the soft purr of his SLK grabs my attention as he pulls up beside me.
It's so worth the wait
I lean forward to open the door, but pulling on the handle achieves nothing. Confused, I look through the window toward his beautiful eyes. He smiles, takes my breath away, as he slowly lowers the passenger window.
'Knickers first'
'What!' I stammer. 'Out here? It's so open, oh sweetheart, don't make me do this, please.' My begging is futile as the window has been closed. He smiles kindly, looking lovingly at my face, but I know he is serious and that we won't be going anywhere until I comply. It's possible - I'm in a skirt, with no pantyhose, and it will take only a moment to remove them. It's not the first time, and won't be the last - but it doesn't ever get any easier.
There aren't many people around, and the car is shielding me. I quickly reach up my skirt and grab my panty elastic, pulling downward firmly. Dammit! I hadn't noticed the train approaching. Suddenly the car park is full of people who've disembarked from the train and are making their way home. I look pleadingly into the car, but he deliberately looks away.
Standing by the car, dozens of people file past behind me while I try to maintain my composure - standing with my legs sufficiently far apart to hold my panties up mid thigh, grateful for my knee-length skirt. Though nothing explains why I'm standing outside the car, rather than getting in it. He's enjoying this tremendously.
Finally the car park empties, I bring my legs together and let my panties fall to my feet. I step out of them, bend down to pick them up, then knock on the window. He opens the window and reaches over to take them from me. As the window closes, I start to worry that he's going to set another test, but that's not the case. He jumps out of the car and walks around to open my door. Chivalry and dominance is an intoxicating mix.
...
'Darling, choose our steak.' The chocolate-coated gravel of his low voice, spoken just by my cheek for my ears only. I am quivering, waves of pleasure flowing through me, full of anticipation for the night ahead. Remarkably, as we are standing in the middle of a brightly lit supermarket, I feel like we are the only people in the room. I lean in close as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer with one arm while inching his other hand up my inner thigh. A swift slap on my bum brings me back to reality and I reluctantly re-focus on the shopping.
...
We cook up a storm when we get home. It's so much sexier than eating in a restaurant. Intimate, intense, our little team making something great. Enjoying light banter, swapping recipes, issuing instructions (him), following directions (me), lots of laughter and warmth. We eat slowly, a little wine, tasty dinner, good conversation, loving gazes. Delicious in lots of ways. Afterwards, we clear the table and clean up.
