I was so nervous. I was almost to the restaurant where Emma and I were supposed to meet for the first time. I squirmed in my seat, sharply reminded that Andrew had ordered me to wear my butt plug for the meeting. I grumbled to myself, I knew I would be squirming and blushing so bad. Andrew also ordered that I tell her if she asked why I was behaving so oddly. I blushed at the thought. This was going to be so awkward!
I had been talking to Emma through text and instant message for about a month. Andrew had known her since they were teens. They had actually dated briefly, but were still friends. I initially messaged Emma to get her address for the wedding invitations, and we just hit it off. I loved talking to her, she was silly and and fun, and absolutely adorable. She had beautiful long hair - I hoped that she wore it in braids today. I had developed a whole slew of fantasies based around her braids. Emma was incredibly submissive, and I found that it was drawing out my own dominant side. I had always thought that I was strictly a submissive myself, although it seemed I was a switch - by gender at least. One of the things about her I enjoyed the most was how easily she came. I had made her come several times though text or phone conversations - without her even touching herself.
Mmm... Just thinking about her was getting me worked up, and. Could tell I was already rather wet. I just hoped I hadn't left a wet spot on the back of my dress. Having parked the car, I took a quick check at my hair and makeup, grabbed my coat, and headed in. I quickly spotted Emma in the bar in one of those circular booths. She *had* worn her hair in braids, and she was wearing a lacy cami that enhanced her already amazing breasts. She caught my eye and shyly started to wave me over, blushing. When I came near, she stood up to give me a hug and I was pleasantly surprised at the snug jeans she was wearing. They accented her hips and ass fantastically. As I gave her a hug, I brazenly brushed my lips against her neck and I felt her shudder. I couldn't keep the smug little grin off my face as we sat down. Her resulting blush just made my grin even bigger.
By this point we had been talking up this meeting for the last few weeks and a lot of sexual tension had built up around it. Knowing how easy it was to make her come, I wondered what I would be able to do to her in public. Would I be able to make her come without even touching her? I certainly hoped so. I also wondered if she had worn her vibrator like she said she might. God, I'd had so many thoughts of that little vibrator being nestled between her lips, just barely visible, that I was now having a hard time concentrating on the conversation.
As a result, it took several moments to realize that the server had come for our drink orders. After placing my order, I turn my attention back to Emma. As we talk, I start running my fingers lightly up and down her leg. Creeping up, but never quite touching, until I finally run my fingers across before returning my hand back closer to her knee. The first time I touch her there, Emma whimpers and bites her lip, and trails off.
