Naomi's Convention Rendevous: Video 2
Over the week, as I waited for Geo to drop our next video, I replayed the second meeting continually in my head. After seeing how he had released the first video and promoted it, I tried to think back over everything, trying to account for any additions he would add to the second video. Because we had discussed the possibility that I may have a subconscious ambition to reveal my true identity, I focused many thoughts on the mask I had chosen to wear for that meet-up.
The mask I wore for the second encounter with Geo was a more traditional masquerade style. It was black and made of a lace applique tied securely at the back of my head. However, it was smaller than usual, and the mask's had large eyeholes. I remember looking at myself wearing it in my hotel room before I left to meet Geo. I didn't even try my phone's face recognition as I had with the first mask, as it was apparent the cover would not affect its ability to unlock. I could easily see my entire eyes, parts of my eyebrows, and even the lower half of my nose.
The only parts of my face genuinely covered by the small mask were the upper portions of my cheeks and the lower area of my forehead. Knowing what I know now, I may not have worn that mask, but at the time, I reasoned that I had already worn a similarly revealing mask once, and therefore it shouldn't be any different the second time. In addition, my sexual desire pushed me to experience more of the out-of-this-world sex I had experienced the first time.
Reflecting on the second night, I regretted agreeing to meet for drinks before returning to his hotel room. In doing so, I would be in public with him, in the city of the convention I was attending, and would not be wearing the mask. He indicated that he wanted to get footage of us together out on the town and that he would do his best to keep from recording my face while doing so. He also assured me that, in the editing process, he would make sure my face wasn't visible during that portion of the meet-up. I remember initially being concerned when he first proposed this idea. However, as he explained his intentions and reason for doing so, I became more and more aroused by the plan and began to look forward to it. I even bought a dress specifically for the occasion.
It was a backless, satin, midnight blue minidress tied around my neck and had a high slit up the left leg. One hundred percent, this was not a dress I would wear in my everyday life, but my reasoning for buying it was that I would not be living my typical life; I would be living a secret slutty life. Geo had indicated that he didn't want me to wear any panties to put me more on the sexual edge. The short hem length and height of the slit meant that forgoing panties risked exposing my sex to more than just Geo, but that, too, turned me on when fantasizing about it. In addition, because of the open back, I would not be wearing a bra either. I would only have one minimal piece of clothing covering my body.
I completed the look with a pair of clunky ankle black boots and gold hoop earrings. When I left to meet Geo, I felt somewhat nervous about walking through my hotel dressed so scandalously, but thankfully, no one I passed on my way to my Uber mentioned my appearance. Of course, I did notice a few second glances and felt some stares, but rather than putting me off; they fueled my fire further.
My Uber ride dropped me off at the predetermined location; a cocktail bar a couple of blacks away from Geo's hotel. I only had a small clutch that held my cell phone, I.D., debit card, and the mask. It wasn't quite dark yet, and plenty of people were out, as it was a Friday evening. Again, I felt the eyes of strangers on me, taking in how little I had on. My pussy warmed from the attention, and my body shivered with nervous excitement.
I found Geo sitting at a table, waiting for me inside the bar. It was a high-top table just across from the main bar, which meant I would have to be as careful as I could to keep from flashing my naked sex to everyone. Though I knew that was why Geo had chosen that table, he kept me on the sexual edge as much as possible. It was working.
As I approached, I saw he had already ordered us both drinks, which I was thankful for, as I felt a little liquid courage would be helpful. He greeted me with a warm embrace and a passionate kiss, not at all concerned about the others patrons. I nearly melted in his arms at that moment, and though it was very bold, I was thankful for his hand gripping my ass as it kept my knees from buckling. We sat after the affectionate greeting, and I had to take a long sip from my drink to help steady my nerves.
Geo didn't wait long after I arrived before he pulled out his cell phone to record me discretely. He did it in such a way as to limit the amount of attention we got from others. However, I felt he was holding a spotlight on me, broadcasting to the world that I was a slutty wife who was about to get ravaged sexually by a large black man. All of which was true, but it wasn't that apparent to anyone else. His line of questioning fueled that feeling.
"Damn, you look sexy in that dress. Did you dress like this all for me," Geo asked while pointing his cellphone camera at me.
With a little tremble, I answered, "Yes, just for you."
"I approve, but from the looks of the dress, I can't imagine you could be wearing a bra or panties. Would I be right," Geo pushed on.
Looking at him and then at the camera, I replied more confidently, "You would be."
After answering, I took another drink from my glass as Geo panned the camera toward my lap. He then placed his sizeable free hand on my exposed thigh before asking, "last night, you told me you are married; do you dress like this for him?"
Geo knew how to keep me on the edge of being sexually excited and uneasy about being scandalous. I answered him honestly, as I told myself I would, "No, I have never dressed like this for him."
"So, you only dress like a slut for a big black man who is going to fuck you," Geo asked, stroking my leg with his hand.
His words made my pussy gush again, and though I should have been appalled at saying I was dressed like a slut, I couldn't lie to myself; he was right. Therefore, I replied, "I guess that is true," and then finished my drink.
Geo removed his hand momentarily to signal the waitress I needed another drink before replacing it on my thigh and asking, "did you think about last night while you were at the convention today?"
"How could I not? It was an amazing night, and I enjoyed it so much," I answered.
"Do you think anyone there could tell that you had the fucking of your life," Geo questioned?
The idea of others knowing caused butterflies in my stomach, but I knew no one would have noticed anything, and I replied as such. As I answered, the waitress came over and dropped off my drink. Geo left his hand on my thigh, and I saw the waitress did a double take when she noticed. She seemed flustered after this and stumbled over her words when asking if she could get us anything else.
Geo indicated we were all good, and then as she walked away, he asked me, "do you think the people here know that you will be coming back to my hotel room to get fucked?"
He wasn't mincing his words, and while I was shocked at how direct he was, I didn't back down as I answered, "Oh god. I don't know. Maybe."
"You can't wait for that, can you? You can't wait to get back to my room and get some of my dick again," he said.
Because it was hard to deny, I replied honestly, "No, I can't. I really can't wait to feel you retake me."
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Geo and I continued with this back and forth over another drink each, and through it all, he made sure to explain and have me confirm what we had previously agreed on that this encounter would entail. He did this to make me speak publicly about the level of eroticism I willingly decided to rise to and capture it all on camera. When I finally watched the second video, this conversation dripped with naughtiness. Though I was aroused while watching our bar interaction, I was uneasy at how cavalier Geo had been while filming me. In real-time, I had no way of knowing what exactly he was capturing, but watching it back a month later, the same ball of nerves I got from the first video came rushing back.
While most of the video in the bar was focused on my body or Geo's hand moving seductively on my thighs, there were moments when he would shift or move, and my face would be seen. Of course, these moments were few and far between, and in each instance, it was brief, but I felt it was another instance of Geo pushing his narrative that I secretly wanted to be seen. Again, I couldn't lie to myself. Though those fleeting moments caused nerves to bubble up, they also sent pulses of arousal through my body.
Both reactions intensified when the video transitioned to our walk back to Geo's hotel. Rather than asking questions along the few blocks we walked, he instructed me to do different things, daring things. For example, multiple times, he asked me to pull up the hem of my dress to flash my bare ass or pussy to him and the camera. Some of those instances were moments of privacy with no one around; other times, we were behind people, and I had to be sneaky. There were also moments in which Geo would fondle me during the times he had me lift my dress, and of course, all of this made the short walk take a considerable amount longer, not that I was complaining. However, watching the walk back in the video, the number of times my face appeared on the screen unobstructed seemed to grow and, at least to me, lasted longer.
Geo had added at the beginning of the video opening screens of text which undoubtedly fueled my nervous feelings. Just like the first video, there was the same title screen at the beginning; however, this time, it wasn't just words on a black background. Instead, the words were on top of short clips from the first video. After the title scene finished, Geo added more screenshots of text messages between us. They started with the older ones of us discussing what he wanted to do for the video, which showed my compliance with everything that would follow in the video. More screenshots of our text conversation after the previous video was released followed the first ones. These, of course, showed me almost admitting to wanting to be recognized as he urged me to be honest with myself. Following the screenshots, Geo once again added a section of text:
"As you can see, Naomi is coming closer to terms with the real reason for
filming these videos with me.
It's not just about sex.
She wants to be seen acting like a slut.
She wants to be recognized."
The opening segment and the number of times my entire face was visible were concerning. I knew it would take much convincing to get Geo to pull it down, so I did not text him immediately. Instead, I watched the rest of the video, which was very exciting and began to make me believe he might be right.
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When we got to Geo's hotel, he had me put on my mask in the elevator. Everything started to pick up upon reaching his floor as he guided me out of the elevator, stopping just outside. I waited as he glanced down the hallway before surprising me by reaching up to my neck and pulling free the tie holding my dress up.
I let out a startled squeal as I felt the top half fall. My hips and ass kept the dress from dropping away wholly, but Geo had no intention of leaving it that way. As I stood before him, shocked, he walked around in front of me with his phone capturing everything and said, "Take it off. Let me see that sexy body of yours, and show me how daring you can be."
