She fought time through the Santa Monica traffic, and pulled into the huge public parking garage on 3rd and Broadway, right across from the Broadway Deli. It was late Friday afternoon, and walking across the Promenade she could smell the delicious aromas of the trendy restaurants and thought again to stop, have something to eat, think things through and go home. But she looked at the address again and kept walking, just like she'd left work early when the email came, went home and prepared herself, then got in her car and drove here. The only way she'd go through with it was to just do it step by step, one after the other. She picked up her pace. She had to be exactly on time.
With the marine layer fogging things up, the change in daylight savings time, it was dark early and somehow made what was about to happen more exciting and her not so obvious as she got closer to her destination. She saw the address and looked at the nondescript building from across the street.
As she waited for the light to change she looked at the traffic on the Promenade, the pretty girls, shoppers and how the neon lights stood out in the wispy fog, and that delicious smell of food. She looked again at the building she was about to enter and thought that she was looking at the place where she would be shortly, and just outside, right where she's standing now, people, other girls, would never think that just over there, in that building, somewhere inside, she would be doing, what? She glanced at her watch and there were only minutes left. She stood looking at the building thinking she could just leave, but she knew she wouldn't. The light changed and she stepped off the curb.
It was after hours and the building was closed. She pushed the four digit entry code she was sent in the email with her instructions. The buzzer went off immediately and the door opened, she had been expected. Without another thought she entered, heard the door shut firmly and lock behind her and remembered her instructions;
"I am looking forward to meeting you in the flesh finally. Here is the address. When you arrive, enter #7965 into the keypad and come to the elevator to the the 7th floor, turn to the left, third door on the right. Knock and there will be a woman who will assist you this evening so that you can feel secure and open yourself. I expect you to be precisely on time, and I know you will."
She had started out trading messages with him on line, read his blog and was intrigued. She'd been looking for a man with the same interest for 'active participation'. His pictures were to her liking. Although his pictures never showed his face, his body, his cock and his hips excited her. Their messages built a familiarity a bit at a time, they shared stories, memories and desires. She wanted to meet, break the ice, and he made an intriguing suggestion that she couldn't get out of her mind.
"How about a drink Friday, maybe dinner, then, maybe?" She smiled and giggled as she typed the invitation in.
"Hmmm. I was thinking, almost, the same thing. I do agree though, its time to meet and break the ice. How about something more, enticing?"
"What did you have in mind?" She was now indeed a bit intrigued.
"There's only one, single, time when meeting and sex can be so very intense."
"And???" She replied, and waited.
"Be my slave for the evening." He wrote nothing else, minutes passed and the suggestion stood alone.
"Hmmm. I don't know what that means" She couldn't sort out if this was going bad, and she'd had her hopes up and looking forward to finally meeting him.
"I'll send you my office address and a code that will allow you to enter. Come up and you'll be serviced well. You'll put on a blindfold, present yourself nude, open yourself and accept the pleasure that awaits. Intensity like this, is only available once, before we meet face to face."
"I thought I was making a pretty explicit offer to begin with drinks and dinner." She wasn't ready to say yes, but the images began forming in her mind, and she wasn't exactly saying no. "What do you have your slaves do?" She was stalling.
"Hmmm. I thought so. How sweet you will be. If I say too much it would take away from the anticipation, and, in order to make the most of the time, it needs to be spontaneous as I see your reactions and you need to just respond, not anticipate. You will submit and respond, suck my cock, be very well fucked and happy for it"
"Just like that?" She was still stalling.
"Yes. (smiling). Just like that. I'm sure you will not let it end there."
"And if I say no? And all I want is to meet first, then fuck?" She was about to make the decision she'd knew would be the hardest.
"Well I don't think you will pass the opportunity. But, I look forward to meeting you, and I think we'll fuck anyway. But it won't quite be as raw or ever as intense."
"I haven't said yes." She had only been thinking about the possibilities, and continued to stall, but the decision was made, she just had to tell herself that she was excited and the anxiety was already making her wet.
"I'll expect you on Friday. I'll send you an email with the address and instructions, and expect you to be precisely on time. Don't be late." {offline}
It was Friday early evening and here she stood and about to knock on the door and . . .
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