She would often catch my eye when I would visit my mother at work. Sometimes I would stop and chat with her on my way out. Her name was Ann. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous, in fact she was often overlooked but I found her attractive. It was her eyes. It took a few conversations to put my finger on it but after I had it seemed so starkly obvious. Her eyes were such a contrast to everything else about her. She seemed so shy when I talked to her, always fumbling with something in her hands with that little smile that was the only expression for her giddiness. But her eyes, when you caught them they would hold you and suddenly you felt like the shy one.
During one of our conversations she asked, "Hey Morena do you maybe want to go grab some coffee, I get out of here in about 15 minutes."
I was not expecting this. I admit my googly eyes at her could have been more subtle but I didn't think she was a lesbian. I thought I was just having some fun with a straight girl. I started running through all the possible ramifications of dating someone from my mom's work when her eyes caught mine.
"Sure, I'll meet you out front in 15 then," I heard slip out of my mouth. How did that happen?
I walk out of the building and head to my car. Wait a minute, am I smiling? I'm moving like she is inside with a Morena remote control. By the time I reached my car I realized just how nervous I've become. I can't even figure out if this is a date. "It's probably just some friendly coffee girlface," I tell myself. I reach for my phone to call my office, I just stepped out for a luncheon with my mom and this would definitely take longer than that. I planned to be either getting some or living out my frustrations with my favorite toy. I had, after all, been fantasizing about this girl for months. I told them that I had something come up and wouldn't be returning, luckily I'm reliable enough at work that they don't think twice about it. I was relieved I didn't have a chance to go change, in work clothes it would be completely up to her whether this is just a friendly or if it's more. I looked good anyway. I smile to myself remember how I felt that morning looking in the mirror. The fitted purple blouse showed off my flat stomach and good sized boobs, the grey pants with purple pinstripes made my ass look FABULOUS and the black pumps added an inch or two to my legs and my already tall 5'8" frame. I unbuttoned a few buttons at the top of my blouse as I pulled my car up in front of the building to wait for her. I stepped out and went to lean near the passenger door so I can open it for her when he approached. Friendly coffee I tell myself.
Finally she walks out and as she nears the car I flash her a smile and open the door. She closes in and with her eyes on mine the whole time. When she's close enough to talk in a whisper she says "I'm driving. Get in." and walks to the drivers side. I start to protest but her authority and orders are such a turn on. Before I know it I get into my passenger seat without a sound.
She puts the car in gear and starts driving. I didn't know what to say and she was contempt with the silence. We pass one coffee shop. Hmm, maybe she doesn't like their coffee, I think to myself. We pass another, must be a picked coffee drinker. After the third one passed I roused myself to ask, "so what coffee place were you thinking about going to?"
After half a second she replied in a voice barely above a whisper, "Did I give you permission to speak, Morena?"
Now I'm thinking, Oh Dear God what did I get myself into. Then I had a moment right out of a cartoon. Two conflicted thoughts. Get out while you still can or stay awhile and have some fun. I envisioned the angel-devil on the shoulder thing and couldn't hold in a chuckle.
"I didn't give you permission to make noise either, you are due for some punishment," I hear from the seat next to me.
I feel a familiar twinge between my legs. I like where this is going.
We are silent for another few blocks until we reach an apartment complex. This must be where she lives. She parks and we get out and I follow her in silence. She ascends up three flights of stairs and opens the door to her apartment. We enter and I hear the click of the door as she locks us in. Funny, normally I would think the lock was to keep others out.
"Sit," I hear her say and immediately I plant my ass on the first sitting surface I see. She disappears in a room and I take this chance to look around her apartment. It looks pretty normal, like I would assume the Ann at work would like, but nothing like I would assume this domineering Ann would live. Hardwood floors throughout with some area rugs to cushion the lounge areas. Most of what I saw was furnished in earth tones with some splashes of red and different blues for accents.
I glanced back to the room where Ann entered and was surprised to see her standing there staring at me with those eyes. I immediately dropped my eyes to the floor. She had changed into something a little more, well, it was a stereotypical domme outfit. Stereotypical or not it was hot. I was confounded my how easily I fell into the submissive role since I've never participated in this type of relationship. Imagined yes, fantasized yes, but never participated. From my view of her as I looked at the floor I saw she was in a black leather teddy that pushed her breasts up and out. She had on black stockings that were held up by suspenders. She was panty-less and clean shaven. She wore knee high black leather boots.
"Get up and go change," she ordered me. When I hesitated she stepped to me and grasped my wrist and pulled me up, she was a lot stronger than I thought she'd be. "Do you want this?" she inquired.
"Yes," I breathed out still looking at the ground.
