This story was written at the request of my Dom as an assignment. I hope you enjoy!
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Naomi sat at her booth in the Freshbay Diner. She glanced out of the window as the rain dripped down and traveled to the bottom of the pane. She could see the cars pass from the highway, some stopping at the gas station in front of the diner. She ran her fingers down the side of her face lightly and she sighed.
She was waiting.
She was waiting for Aidan.
She stared out of the window and thought about him. She thought about when they first met. Here at the diner on a similarly rainy night.
Naomi walked in from the rain that night soaked. What a day to choose to not wear her bra.
She asked for a booth and was seated. Not too long after, she looked up and found Aiden at the counter gazing at her from behind his coffee cup. She gazed back. She was never on to back down from a staring match.
She blinked first.
He smirked.
Aidan placed his cup down, stood up and walked over to her booth.
"Excuse me Miss," he said.
"Yes?" said Naomi.
"I couldn't help but notice you coming in from the rain. Your beautiful brown skin, wet. Your shirt outlining you perfectly. I thought, 'A Goddess just strolled in'," he explained. "And I love short skirts."
Naomi looked away in embarrassment. Aidan reached down and lifted her chin to make her look back as him.
"Never look away," he said.
Naomi felt something inside of her move. She felt uncomfortable but didn't want the feeling to stop.
"I'm going to sit next to you," he began. "I'm going to touch you where I know you want to be touched. I can see it on your face. Understand?"
Naomi nodded her head. She couldn't speak and didn't know why. She slid over towards the window to allow him to sit next to her. Aiden placed his hand on her thigh, hiked her skirt up a little and ran his hand up between her legs.
He chuckled.
"I like naughty girls who come prepared with no panties."
Naomi was petrified. "What is wrong with me?" is all she could thing. "This man has his hands between my legs and I am just sitting here!" She stifled a moan as Aidan's fingers slipped across her clit.
"Do you like this, naughty girl?" he whispered into her ear.
She nodded her head... yes.
"Do you want more?" he asked.
She nodded her head again.
"Follow me... Now." he demanded.
Naomi relaxed her grip on the booth table. Aidan removed his fingers from under her skirt and fixed it. He got up from the table, threw down as few bills before Naomi could protest and walked towards the door. Naomi didn't know what to do. Would she follow the man who just played with her pussy without so much as a question of permission? Or does she grab her bag and run like hell to her car and away from this?