It almost seemed like something out of a movie.
There they were, two old friends in a new city.
He, recently arrived and waiting on a new job.
She, a long-time resident who knew the city well.
A chance encounter in the middle of a busy sidewalk turned to drinks and dinner plans to make up for all the lost time.
Over food and wine, they opened up to one another far more than they ever would have in the past, time having broken down countless foolish teenage walls which had kept them separated. Small talk led to shared secret desires never before spoken aloud, and the light in the eyes told them that the cheque could not come fast enough for either of them.
When she invited him up to her place for some 'dessert', he practically jumped at the opportunity. And while it wasn't exactly what most people would have had in mind, he certainly was not going to complain about their chosen after dinner escapades.
At least, not while the gag was still in place.
She looked simply ravishing, standing there before him in the pale living room light. Her thin frame managing to fill in the tight leather pants and corset rather nicely, the elbow-length black leather gloves and the knee-high heeled black leather boots completing the look he'd only dreamed about until tonight.
But the cherry on top, that which was making him drool even with the leather ball gag firmly in his mouth, was the pretty pink strap-on she was seductively stroking
even as he knelt there, watching in awe. Not too big, not too small, just right for what they had in mind.