"I don't want you to blur my face like the other women, but I am not entirely comfortable with people knowing who I am. Can I wear a mask when we meet?"
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I chose a delicate black lace eye mask for the first meeting. It covers like a blindfold, tied in the back, but is sheer so I can see through it, and he will be able to see my eyes. From the pictures online, it looked like it did a good enough job of covering the model's identity. However, I am unsure as I stand, looking at myself in the bathroom mirror of my hotel room. I use the facial recognition function on my phone, which only slightly fails to identify me. It doesn't recognize me on the first attempt, but I reset it, and on the second attempt, my phone unlocks.
I'm still figuring out what else to do, so I mull over backing out altogether. As I remind myself what I am doing here, I think about how I never liked the videos on his site in which the women's faces were blurred. I want my video with him to be different. That was the reason for the mask, but it didn't do enough to conceal my identity. The thought of not going through with the meeting didn't sit right. I had taken time and effort to plan everything out with him.
The desire to do this grew since I stumbled onto his content after scrolling through Reddit. Finding his website and page about setting up a meeting with him, I knew I had to make it a reality. After I reached out to him, which included sending nude pictures of myself, we began communicating back and forth. Eventually, we settled on the details of a plan.
I scheduled to meet him during the same weekend as a conference I was to attend. However, I had withheld from my husband my plan to get together with a man while I was away. Geo and I scheduled to meet each day, including before I left, and record a new video for his website each time. That would be three meetings and three videos.
Thus, keeping my identity private was essential to me, but I couldn't see how that would be possible with the mask being so sheer. Holding my phone up again, it struggles to recognize me, which is all the proof I need to proceed. Two out of three unlock attempts had failed. Of course, both failures had been as I quickly pulled my phone up before my face and still needed to steady it. But those facts didn't make it to my head, so I turned and exited the bathroom.
I have to finish getting ready for our first meeting. We had discussed what our meetings would entail, but what I was to wear for arrival was left to me.
I wanted to ensure he knew I was committed to the plan, so I decided to wear very little over.
My chosen outfit for the first meeting is a sexy, strappy black lingerie set with open breast cups and an open crotch g-string. It looks more like a harness of sorts than a nΓ©gligΓ©e. I chose a long, white overcoat to go over the minimal garments. Another addition to the outfit was a pair of strappy, black high heels.
That was all I would wear to meet him. I would have to leave my hotel and take a car to his hotel. The amount of time in public while wearing so little scared me and excited me. The amount of time in public while wearing so few clothes frightened me and excited me. In addition to the general public, I was likely to bump into someone I knew because of the conference, making things more interesting.
I am a mini-celebrity amongst the people in my niche industry. With nearly 30,000 followers on Instagram and Youtube, most people in my line of work are familiar with who I am and are fans of my work. Meeting fans in the hotel lobby while nearly naked made my knees shake.
The time made me move those thoughts to the back burner as we were set to meet at seven. I had thirty minutes to get dressed and get to his hotel on the other side of downtown. My outfit's minimalism was beneficial, as it wouldn't take long to be ready. In a matter of minutes, I was prepared to go. Slipping only my phone and room key into my coat pocket, I left the privacy of my room.
As if the universe wanted me to squirm more before meeting up with him, I ran into a group of fans while on the elevator. It was four middle-aged women that were all very excited to meet me. I tried to remain cordial while we rode the elevator together, though I was freaking out inside. If only they knew what I was wearing under my coat. They asked me to join them for dinner at the hotel restaurant, which I politely declined by indicating I was on my way to meet a friend. They understood but insisted I at least pose for a picture with them.
Reaching the lobby, my fans and I exited the elevator and went to the decorative fountain at its center. One of the women asked another hotel guest to take the picture, and once they agreed, we stood in front of the water feature. I was in the middle, with two women on either side. I felt a woman wrap her arm around my waist on my left, and I hoped she couldn't feel what little I was wearing beneath my coat.
The picture only took a second, and I was able to part their company shortly after that. It wasn't until I was waiting outside for my car that I felt just how slick my uncovered pussy was. It was already a thrill for me, and I hadn't even gotten to the main event yet.
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I am standing outside his hotel door after putting on my sheer mask and knocking. My heart is racing, and my legs begin to quiver with nerves and excitement. I have never done anything like this, nothing so blatantly sexual, especially without my husband's knowledge or encouragement. My mind is yelling for me to run away, to back out. However, I don't get the chance, as the door opens before me within seconds. Just as we had laid out beforehand, I see Geo standing on the threshold, already holding up a camera and recording me.
"Come on in," Geo says politely and gestures me into the room. He is dressed casually in jeans and a tight-fitting v-neck t-shirt. I walk into the room, stopping before reaching the bed, and then turn back to face him and the peering lens of the video camera. My heart beats faster, and I feel a flush go through my body. After closing the door to the room, I watch as he approaches me. I say nothing as I wait for him to take the lead.
I am in awe of how much bigger he is than me. I am 5'4' and weigh just over a hundred pounds. He towers over me by more than a foot. My shoulders are level with his abdomen, and he's well-built. His tight-fitting shirt shows off the muscle definition underneath.
"May I take your coat," he asks.