Laura is fully aware of the plans. She tells me in advance that I'm going to fulfil a fantasy of mine but provides no more detail, all she confirms is that everything has been agreed and arranged and I need to be ready to leave by 9pm. Laura gets ready in another room, making sure to conceal any clues as to what the night has in store. I follow her vague instructions and take a long shower, my cock unable to hide its excitement at the unknown scenario ahead as my hands lightly lather my body.
I dry off and head into the hallway, passing the loud music thudding quietly behind the closed door as Laura gets herself ready in secret. I head to the wardrobe, picking out a smart but unassuming dark grey shirt and indigo jeans, unsure what I should be wearing. I fix my hair and dab cologne against my neck then head downstairs to pour myself a drink.
Soon after Laura appears, already wearing a full-length trench coat tied around the waist. I can't see what she's wearing beneath it, but a glimpse of her bare legs and upper thighs indicate it's something revealing. Her phone glows alive as she checks the incoming message.
"The car is here" she confirms.
I step out into the cool spring evening, a luxury black, private car is waiting. The chauffeur confirms only our names as we step in, sliding across on the soft leather seats.
We drive silently for most of the journey, only the occasional word or excited hand squeeze between me and Laura in the back. 10, 20, 30 minutes pass as the dense city lights thin and we begin to pass suburbs, warehouses and industry complexes.
We pull up in a large empty car park surrounded by dark, shuttered warehouses. The car comes to a slow stop outside a small metal door, lit only by a single red lightbulb above it.
"We've arrived." Laura confirms with a smile.
I step out and follow her towards the scarlet doorway. Laura knocks, the harsh metal rings out into the dark night. Footsteps approach on the other side.
The door opens, it's rusty hinges creaking in the silence. A beautiful woman stands in the doorway, her breasts exposed, dressed in beautiful lace lingerie and heels.
"Hi Laura" she says familiarly, leaning in and kissing her cheek.
I have never met her before but it's easy to assume this is who Laura has been planning the evening with.
"She'll look after you tonight" Laura whispers in my ear. She smiles at me and walks into the darkly lit entrance. I follow her in.
We enter a tired, sparsely furnished room. The musky smell of stale cigarettes and dusty old carpet smell like a minicab office. The room is lit by a single lamp on an empty desk. A threadbare sofa collapsed next to an old electric heater and a coat rack littered with dark fabric shapes on hangers are the only things inside.
Laura lifts my coat off off my shoulders from behind, it's arms sliding down mine until it's in her hands. She walks into the dark corner, hanging my coat with the others.
She loosens the belt around her knee-length raincoat, her bare flesh beneath, visible in the dim light. It drops down off her naked shoulders and the edges of her exposed breasts catch the light. I realise she'd been wearing nothing underneath all this time.
She walks over to me, kisses my cheek and continues her path through a battered wooden door in the corner.
I turn to the other woman, unsettled by the vulnerability of being left alone in the hands of this stranger. She looks at me and smiles.
"Don't worry James, Laura has told me all about you. Just do everything I ask of you and I'll ensure you're looked after. Now I want you to remove your clothes and leave them there in the corner."
I strip naked, cold and exposed, shivering slightly in the room.
She kisses my lips softly, our bare flesh touching as my cock flinches against her leg. She takes my hand and leads me through the same door Laura went through.
As we enter, the thin carpet beneath my feet is replaced by cold rough concrete. The room is much larger. Industrial beams above provide structure to the expanse, and I struggle to clearly pick out the boundaries of the dark warehouse. In the centre is a leather bench, about 3ft tall, shoulder width and body length. There are 3 industrial looking spotlights pointing their dim beams of light inwards towards it. In the far corner of the room I just about make out a door, with the faint murmur of other people behind it.
The stranger leads me towards the bench.
"Lay down" she asks firmly.
I do as I'm told, my bare back pressing down on the cold leather, it's edges tucked into my shoulders and my legs apart, knees bent and feet touching the floor.
She takes my hands and lowers them by my sides towards the floor, locking them into a pair of restraints attached to the lower runs of the bench legs below.
She circles my body, her heels echo out into the room as my eyes follow her, looking up into the darkness of the corrugated metal roof above.
She turns away from me. Keeping her legs straight, bending only at her waist, she slowly peels her knickers down to the floor. Her hips fold towards me as she does, her beautiful ass framed by her suspender belt.
She moves around to the side of me and lifts one leg over my head. Straddling the bench and lowers her exposed pussy onto my waiting mouth.