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."
