This story is dedicated to the man who could get me to see things from a different perspective than my own. A man who taught me how "to let go" and to do it with grace, with dignity and maturity.
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They had been planning this for months; for them to meet in person. They had even chosen an outfit together online for her to wear underneath her clothes. A matching bra, garter belt, and thong set. It was soft pink with black lace trim. She had also purchased black silk stocking with the line up the back.
Of course he had suggested to her -- to go without the thong at all.
Her reply was a giggle coupled with "I'd think about it." She had already decided what she was going to wear over her new bought outfit. She had chosen a mid thigh black spotted wool skirt, black 3 inch strappy heels, and a black sweater with buttons.
The sweater hugged her round full B cup tits. The skirt formed along her bottom perfectly. The heels would enhance and show off her sexy legs. The sweater with the buttons was a test of hers. She loved to be undressed slowly. The buttons would determine if he was as romantic as he had portrayed himself to be thus far.
She got up early the morning she was to fly up to him, feeling a little groggy from the restless night of sleep the night before, excitement filled her entire being as she leaped out of bed. She had showered then got dressed. She had cussed him out a bit as she fumbled and fought with the garter belt. She had never had one before, but she was determined she was going to figure the dang thing out.
She chuckled quietly as she finally got the strap hooked to the stockings thinking that's one thing he's going to struggle with, packing up the last of her things, she glanced at the clock and reached for the phone to give him a quick phone call to let him know she was on the way to the airport.
Her heart leapt a bit as he ended the call with the words, "I love you."
The trip to the airport and boarding was relatively uneventful. Considering the early hour she just nodded off and only awoke again as the pilot's voice spoke over the overhead indicating that they were taxing the runway.
Her hands starting to sweat a bit as her stomach knotted. The sense of unease failed to disappear when she was off the plane and walked into the arrival waiting section. Instead, her stomach knotted even more.
Her eyes began searching through the crowd looking for him. The thought of maybe he stood her up filling her thoughts as she unconsciously started to nibble on her bottom lip in hopes calming her breathing and heartbeat.
She located him...her breath caught as he looked at her for the first time in person. Their eyes met and both smiled at each other. Her feet carry her to him. In greeting he leaned over and pecks her on the cheek.
He slowly pulled out a single red rose from behind his back and he hands it to her.
Her face flushes, turning red as she notices him taking all of her in. Her soft, "thank you," is muttered through her now parched lips.
The next few moments seemed to go in a blur -- all she recalls is getting into the rental car and following his black Toyota Camry through traffic to his office.
He had always wanted to live out the fantasy of making love to a client.
She smiled as she thought of all the ways she wanted to fulfill his fantasies.
Finally arriving at the office building and they parked both their cars, he walked over to her and reminded her to give him 5 minutes before she walked up. He had already scheduled her on his books and had carved out at least 3 hours.
She watched him enter the building and walk up the steps to the second floor admiring his form as he walked. Her anticipation was beginning to build. She glanced at the clock every minute as time slowly ticked by. She made sure she waited the full 5 minutes as he has requested.
She took a deep breath, and entered the building. On arriving to the second floor there was a reception area. She asked for him by name and stated who she was. The receptionist kindly asked her to sit and wait while she contacted him.
With care she sat, she pushed the fabric of her skirt down forcing the fabric to conform to her thighs and maintain a level of decorum. If she sat otherwise the couple to the right of her may realize that she was quite exposed considering she had chosen to go without the thong. So, she stood almost saint like with her thighs tightly closed.
Inwardly though, the lust she was feeling was burning brightly -- leaving her hot and bothered. So much so, that her pussy juices were beginning to ooze from her puss lips and drip down the contours of skin. The delicious waiting was just so provocative. She watched the door intently waiting for him to come get her.
Finally he peeked around the door, and professionally asked her to come on back to his office.
Her heart hammered away. Her breathing became erratic as she followed him.
When she arrived at his office he moved aside to allow her to walk in ahead of him. He wasted no time in locking the door. His eyes met hers as she blushed yet again.
