You'd never met, not in person anyway. Exchanged emails, a few visits to chatrooms, followed finally by some late night phone calls were the extent of our contact. He was in town for a few days on business, a rare opportunity to put a face to the fantasy, to make the fantasy reality, and you were eager to see if he was everything he promised, if he was everything is sexy voice had left unspoken. Excited by the prospect you agreed to meet him when he arrived, you even agreed to his unusual requests, making hurried promises.
The package arrive via overnight mail, just as he said it would, much earlier than you expected. Teasing yourself you left it unopened while you chatted online with your friends, contenting yourself with the brief letter taped to the outside of the brown paper parcel.
" Just a quick reminder, lovely," it read, "but the contents of this package is your entire outfit for when we meet, add nothing. Remember your promise and I will remember mine." he promised, and signed with a flourish. Later, after you'd opened it and inspected the contents you called him, not sure if he was joking or not. He assured you it was not, promised to make sure it was well worth your while and left you to think about the coming weekend.
You decided to go along with his game. Friday, you decided, was your day, a day to just relax, to get ready for the mystery man, you cancelled all your other obligations and scheduled the entire day at a fancy spa and salon, a day getting primped and massaged, waxed, nails done... everything. The evening was spent with your favorite toy, and the sound of his sexy voice over the phone one last time, just before his flight.
Seven in the morning, he had told you, that was when the weekend officially began, and he would be waiting for you outside. Sure enough, at seven am sharp there was an insistant blast of a carhorn. You take one last look in the mirror, brushing your long dark hair back reflexively with one hand and head outside to meet him.
You are wearing a very simple outfit, just a pair of long black, backless heels with some red trim, and a short lambskin coat that barely reaches mid thigh. There is only the thinnest of liners to the coat, and no buttons or zippers, only a belt knotted simply around your waist. You have nothing on under it, as per your date's insistance... your nipples are hard against the soft silk liner.
He is watching walk towards him, lounging against a large british rental car. He's wearing a suit, though casually, the jacket open, the shirt partly unbottoned, tie hanging loose. The look suits him, looks natural. As you get closer so you can get a better look you realize that he is tall, taller than you even in your heels, that the broad shoulders aren't padding, that the casually worn suit is expensive; closer still and you see he isn't quite as handsome as you imagined, but the peircing grey eyes and the easy grin make up for his unconventionaly looks. He stands straight as you approach.
You stick out a hand, "Hi, I'm..." you start, but he puts a finger over your lips, then bring your hand to his lips.
"No names." he shushes you. "Lets not ruin the moment with trite small talk. Let me take a look at you." If anything his voice is sexier in person. He takes a moment to walk completely around you, you can feel his eyes on you as he completes his circuit. Strong hands take the ends of the belt and unknot it with a deft movement, then he opens your coat, spreading it wide, pushing it back. You can feel his eyes on your naked flesh, glad now of the early morning, the lack of traffic, though you can feel yourself moisten, opening a bit as he drinks you in.
When he is done he closes the coat, fastening it with a much looser knot than you had used. As he leads you around the car to the passenger side his hand slips under the bottom of the coat to cup your bare ass, his skin against yours burning hot.
He drives you to a public 'gardens', a place you hadn't been, his hand resting possessively on your upper thigh most of the trip. He had promised some buildup first, and from the glacialy slow movement of his hand up your leg he intended to deliver on that promise. You squirm a bit in frustration, wanting him to move faster, but he only smiles at your frustration.
Once in the gardens, really just an extensively landscaped park, he takes the tie from around your coat, letting you hold it closed by hand, having you open it from time to time, until you start getting into it. No one else, or at least no one you see, is wandering around, so when he steps up and peels the coat from your shoulders, you don't protest, wandering the gardens in broad daylight, nude. He leads you to a little covered courtyard, the heels unsteady on the packed gravel, and has you sit on the smooth marble bench, one foot propped up on the bench, your body gloriously open to his hungry eyes.
Now it is your turn to tease him, to thaw out the reserve that is holding him back. You arch your back, thrusting your large breasts out as you shake your hair out. Then you run your hands along your smooth skin, pinching your already hard nipples, running your fingers along your wet slit, rubbing your clit as he watches. You reach over and grab the waist of his trousers, pulling him closer too you, tugging the zipper down, tugging his hard cock free. He isn't exceptionally long, but thick, so thick you can barely get your fingers around him completely.
"Is this for me?" you ask mischeviously, giving him a tug, licking the glistening tip, tasting him for the first time. As you finger your wet pussy you take the head of him into your mouth, sucking him as you jack him, wondering if anyone is going to walk by and see you sitting there, sucking cock while you finger yourself, the thought makes you moan. You feel his strong fingers twine through your thick hair, feel him guiding your mouth deeper onto his thick shaft, fucking your mouth.
Then he steps back, his slickened cock hanging in the air as he pulls you to your feet, bends you over the smooth stone bench. He probes you with his thumb while he frigs your clit, still holding your hair with one hand as he bends over you, nibbling your ear while his cock presses hotly against your bare skin.
"Ready for your first one?" he asks, reminding you of the double dozen orgasms he promised for today, one for each hour of the day, though not, apprarently necessarily one in each hour. You merely nod, biting your lower lip. He kisses his way down your neck, biting down where neck meets shoulder as he presses his turgid rod into your willing body. Despite his size he slides easily into your waiting body, though not without some discomfort, some stretching. He rears up behind you, one large strong hand holding your neck, the other glides down your spine and comes to rest on your upturned ass, giving it a light slap. With a muscular thrust he begins to fuck you then, filling you with each hard thrust, his free hand stroking, slaping, pinching your body, already sexually charged from the situation. One finger rubs the faint pucker of your ass, then reaching around he tweaks your clit, nibbling and kissing your back as he fucks you right properly until, almost unexpectedly, you cry out, your eyes rolling back, your body arching as the first orgasm of the morning takes you by surprise. He doesn't stop, and you grunt as you begin slamming back against him, aware on some level your screams could draw attention, but unable to stop as a second, then a third orgasm tear through you.
Surprisingly, he doesn't cum, pulling out of you with a gasp, a faint shine of sweat beading his forehead, his cock twitching in the air, covered in your cream as you collapse to the bench, momentarily spent. He takes a swath of white cotton from one pocket, wiping himself, the front of his trousers, then bending over you and wiping up the mess between your legs, all you, you realize. He helps you stand, takes the cotton handkerchief and presses it to your lips, you can smell yourself on it, smell him.
