Date 1. Aftermath
The bath was welcome and couldn't come soon enough for her. The hot soapy water and the pleasing scented salts she added, provided a much needed debrief after the events of the day.
She had met her Dom for an afternoon tryst earlier and he had been everything that she had dreamed him to be.
A fortuitous rain cloud burst, at the exact moment she had pulled her car into the space beside his, had prompted her to wave him from his own vehicle into her own passenger seat.
Unable to wait any longer, she slipped her naked form over the edge of the bath into the inviting water and recalled him entering her car, his large body seemingly filling the entire passenger space before pulling the door shut behind him. She closed her eyes at the delicious memory and wallowed beneath the surface, allowing the heat in the water to consume her every sense.
Without much, if any, prior conversation, she had leaned in for a kiss and found he had immediately reciprocated, his furthest hand suddenly wrapping his body round to meet her's and to take hold of her face, steering her to his lips.
Intoxicated by the over-whelming circumstances, and buoyed with the privacy of windows streaming with rain, she had willingly relaxed into his embrace.
Absent mindedly, she pulled a cluster of foamy bubbles from between her breasts up to her throat and remembered how she had rocked her head back into the crick of his nearest arm as it filled the gap between the car seats and kept her reasonably comfortable. She had collapsed under his will, luxuriously prostrate.
Opening her eyes beyond a slit, she observed her creamy white knees moving through and above the sea of soap, twisting left and right and recalled doing the same thing in her driver's seat subconsciously signalling that she had followed his instructions from that morning and encouraging him to explore for his own evidence.
Hooking the stiletto heel of one shoe up onto the seat she had felt rather than seen her short denim skirt gape wide, only the required three of six buttons maintaining any dignity whatsoever.
It hadn't taken long for his searching hand to find her open, warm and wet pussy and she had groaned at the strange but welcome touch.
Her own hands found her pussy now and mimicked his movements from earlier.
Initially relatively tight, she had felt herself open wide and needily for his intruding finger, groaning at his touch and ministrations; the heat between her legs emanating quickly and transferring efficiently into his digit.
Replacing the feeling of fullness earlier with her own familiar hands now was no where near as erotic but remained a functional necessity right at that moment. This dark stranger had taken her entire body and soul into his hands and drawn her quickly and efficiently to the peak of ecstasy surprisingly quickly, a wet and squirty cum an unavoidable conclusion; soaking leather seats a natural conclusion.
She squeezed her thighs together on her hands in the bath right then and smiled to herself at the memory. The smell of herself would be a constant reminder whenever she got into the car for a while from now on most likely. She could imagine driving everywhere with the memory pushed to the forefront of her mind.
His hand had then eased up under her plain white blouse to find and cup her braless breasts. She held them now and smiled at her nipples stirring the surface foam on the water, remembering his hand mawling at them earlier.
He had made himself felt, gripping in turn their weight in his large hand, his rough palm against her delicate white flesh; his scarred and abrasive fingers seeking and finding her nipples, unafraid to pinch and pull. Stimulated then and stimulated now, she felt sexy and sexual, her body a toy for his use.
They had recovered well, these short few hours later but still seemed to want to stiffen at the memory and she grinned to herself at the realisation that they were acting almost independently to the rest of her body.
He had pulled her blouse up, baring her chest and midriff, her heavy leather coat hanging open wide, offering no protection of her modesty.
Baring her in the front seat of her car within a few moments of meeting her, had not been an expectation for either of them, but he had offered her no options and she had not asked for an alternative. The will of this man was completely and utterly intoxicating, yet she felt safe and as though this experience was what she had been waiting for and had been missing.
Submitting entirely, she had moaned out loud into his kissing mouth as his hand had ventured back to between her legs.
Her own fingers inside herself in the water right then, she remembered her second orgasm in the car. He had shown no sign of a lack of stamina or the desire for small talk. Her body was just a sexdoll in his hands and the limited movement she still found she had, only served to wriggle and seemingly offer her denuded body for his entertainment; her heavy breathing efficiently fogging the inside of the car windows.
She reached out of the bath for her toy of choice. She had been given instructions earlier and had made her usual promise to follow them. Pulling her torso out of the bath, she remembered also that she had been told to remove her blouse for a walk together as the rain ceased.
With the rain relenting, some fresh air was in order. Removing her top clothing in front of him to complete the order had seemed almost natural. A quick glance around to make sure that there weren't going to be any pedestrians about to get an eyeful, she had then replaced the leather jacket over her naked body, the zip not allowed to travel more than an inch or two up. Her skirt buttons were only allowed to be done up half way, and with the rules understood and in place, her lipstick carefully reapplied, they had left the car.
Standing alongside him, she realised how big he was against her little, lithe form.
Slipping back into the warm bath with her toy of choice, she recalled the warmth his body had when she had pushed up against him. He had enveloped her body in his arms and held her close, her body slowly returning now to its strength after the previous dissipation and feelings of mild exhaustion.
They had walked to the vantage point of the park to look out over the landscape and appreciated his hand in her own the whole way. His hand was a comfort and a reassurance for the walk. Each step she took in the heeled shoes she wore offered a danger of her skirt splitting to the crotch and the jacket gaping to put her breasts on display. She hadn't been allowed to rearrange or adjust herself but just trust in his grip and presence.
The new toy, warming slightly by her hands was almost ready for use.
Squaring herself in the bath again, she recalled sitting on his knee at the viewpoint. There had been a lot of affection at that moment, his head on her chest, her head cuddling down on his, and his hand once more finding its way between her quick-to-open legs and her open labia almost gasping for his indecent intrusion.
