Dianna set on the park bench and waited nervously. She couldn't believe that she's wearing the dress that Ron asked her to wear. It was slinky, the top was cut down to the bottom of her breasts, she moved wrong the girls would be out. Ron had told her that her breasts were perfect and they need to be displayed. She was also worried about the length of the dress; it barely covered her subject matter. But she did admit to herself that she was enjoying the looks from the men that passed by the bench.
While she waited her mind wandered and contemplated how she got where she is today, on the bench barely wearing anything and waiting for a complete stranger to pick her up. Dianna loved her husband and her family and didn't want to do anything to hurt them. But, her husband hasn't touched her in years and she was horny and needed to do something about it. She met Ron online, on a amateur pornography site. Sure they called it erotica but she knew it was really just porn. She wasn't sure about Ron, he was older and she preferred younger men, and he seemed like a pervert, but she was horny enough to see where things would go. She had no idea what Ron had planned today, but if it was like any of his stories he had written she was willing to try it. They had agreed on a Safe Word, "Cam Newton," the man who brought them together. She was a Carolina fan and Ron was a Denver fan and they made a bet that if the Broncos won she would send Ron a sexy picture, and if the Panthers won he would write her a story. When the Broncos won she sent him a very sexy picture of her toweling off after a shower. Now she was waiting on a park bench for him.
Dianna didn't even know what Ron was driving, she seen pictures on his Facebook site of a red Hyundai, and watched for it. While she sat and thought about the possibilities of the day she began to get wet, and wished she could touch her self. She put on her headphones and started rocking out to "Bullet for my Valentine," she closed her eyes and put her head back and listened to the music. She felt the sun massaging her almost naked body and relaxed. Soon she felt like someone was watching her and looked up to see two young thugs checking her out. She took her headphones off in time to hear one of them say, "dude that's a hot MILF!" Then the boy sat down beside her and the other one on the other side. Dianna was scared, these guys looked rough. Just as one of them reached to put his arm around her a large motor home pulled up. Dianna looked up and seen Ron get out of the drivers door. Ron walked up totally ignoring the boys around her and held out both of his hands to her; she grasped them and pulled herself up with Ron's help. Ron pulled her into him and kissed her hard on the mouth. The boys cheered as Ron letter by the hand to the motor home.
Dianna did not have much time to inspect the motor home, she did see a door to what she thought was the master bedroom as Ron handed her a blindfold and told her to put it on. After she put it on he led her to a couch that was made out into a bed and laid her down and kissed her again.
"You relax here and listen to music until I tell you different." Ron said in a stern but loving voice as he placed her headphones back on her head.
"Yes sir," was all she said.
It seemed that they had been driving for hours but in reality it was only a few minutes. Dianna listened to her music as she felt the swaying of the motor home and she could feel the vibration of its motor. Dianna's horniness was so strong that she felt drunk. After a few minutes she felt the motor home come to a stop and the engine turned off. She turned her music off so she could listen. She became more nervous but also more excited. She heard the driver side door close and then she heard the motor home door open. She wanted to pull her blindfold down see what was going on.
"Oh you're a bad girl you turned your music off," said Ron as he reached to her phone and turn the volume back up.
"Sorry sir," she said as she felt Ron lifting her by the shoulders. Then he tossed her across his lap as if she was a rag doll. She felt her dress being pulled up uncovering her buttocks. Then she felt the sharp sting of Ron's hand slapping her ass, slapped her right cheek twice, and then twice on the left, then one lower partially connecting with her
clitoris. She moaned loudly. Ron pushed her back onto the bed gently. She could feel him tying her hands above her head. Then she felt him secure the hands to the headboard. The next thing she felt was Ron grabbing her ankles and pulling her down on the bed. Ron tied her legs spread eagle and she couldn't move.