The melody and lyrics of a seventies song runs through my mind as I think back a week ago, to when we were speaking about meeting and wonder if I could be lucky enough for you to show up. You definitely came across as a woman that is decisive and goes after what she wants. You surprised me when you agreed and I felt ecstatic that I may be what you want to go after.
I arrived at the lounge fifteen minutes early, wearing the red rose in my lapel of my freshly cleaned and pressed suit and looked to see if you were there ahead of me. I know how these anonymous meetings go and hoped that you were not lurking in the shadows, checking me out, and deciding to leave. I seated myself at the bar and ordered a scotch wondering if you would really show up or not. People come in and I look carefully to see if I can recognize you. The minutes drag by and I drink quickly, revealing my nervous interior behind my calm exterior. I order another scotch. As I gulp it down I am startled to hear a voice.
“If you are David, would you order a wine for me please,” you say with the look I have thought about a thousand times.
Startled and awkwardly I reply, “Astrid, I’m David, but, of course, you know that already.”
You smile and wait patiently as I try to gather myself. I quickly try to reverse my surprise and strive to take control.
“Bartender, please bring two glasses of your best Chianti to us. We will be in that booth in the corner,” I say as I gently take your arm and guide you to the booth. I see that you are wearing a warm full length coat that will help me resist the temptation to leer at your body.
We sat in the booth and talked about our lives, our likes, and our pleasures and seem to really connect. I naturally assumed that when I asked if you would like to go into the adjoining restaurant for dinner, you would decline. I was encouraged when you said you wanted to think about it. You excused yourself to go to the ladies room and did not realize that I could see your reflection in the mirror. I saw as you passed the bar, a man rise and followed you around the corner. You returned after a few minutes and after gracefully sliding back into the booth you said, “I would love to have dinner with you David.”
I smiled and saw the man returned to his seat at the bar. I put two and two together and guessed that the man was your husband, Simon. This show of affection and protection from a distance, in case I was less than a desirable person, impressed upon me his concern. As we continued to talk, I saw Simon rise and go towards the men’s room. I quickly excused myself and followed him into the room. I thought, this would be an intriguing twist to the evening plan.
“Simon, I am David and I wanted to meet you in person,” I said as I stepped to the urinal next to him. His startled reaction showed me that he indeed was your husband.
I spoke quickly to let him know how much I appreciated his help and assured him that he did not have anything to worry about. To further reassure him, I gave him my car keys and driver license. I told him that he should go home and relax. He said Astrid told him the same thing and that she would call him when we finished dinner. I asked him to return them when came back to pick up Astrid.
Speaking to him like this seemed to lessen his fears and as we shook hands while at the urinal. Another man walked into the men’s room, saw us, jumped to a conclusion, and made a hasty retreat. The laughter broke the tension and I could see Simon was more relaxed when we left the restroom.
We finished our meal and I began to feel sad as I sense the end of our evening coming to a close. In an effort to prolong the night I suggest that we should go dancing to work off some of this delicious meal. The waiter overhears us and mentioned that a band would begin shortly in the lounge. Once again you excused yourself without giving an answer.
You return shortly with a sober expression on your face that I interpreted to mean we would soon be parting company. I was silent and didn’t look at you as we waited for the waiter to return with the bill. Suddenly I felt something at my ankle. I looked across and you had a devilish smile on your face as I felt a stocking clad foot under my pant leg beginning to caress my shin. I feel that this evening is going to continue for a longer time than I ever expected.
In the lounge, the band was playing only fast dance music. We found an open booth and you removed your coat and long gloves before stepping onto the dance floor. As we danced apart I watched your body move to the music. Your lithe body was more than capable of keeping up with the beat. I looked longingly at your body enclosed in that gorgeous dress and imagined how the zipper in front, from neckline to hem, gave easy accessibility to your charms beneath.
Your earrings swayed out from your head as you spun around. Your hands moved lightly about your body and seemed to be caressing it without actually touching it. I marveled at your ability to flawlessly move while wearing those patent leather stiletto high heels. After three dances we were both breathing heavily and moved back to the booth. I ordered sparkling water, since I was still feeling the effects of the scotch and wine. You sipped from my glass. The band continued to play fast and loud.
“Can we go somewhere where the music is softer and slower?” you asked over the music.
“I have some nice mood music at my place and I can control the volume,” I shouted back to you. I was astonished as you picked up your coat and gloves, took my arm, and began moving towards the exit. I suddenly remembered that I had left my license and keys with Simon and couldn’t drive. Fortunately, this must be a popular spot for dining and as there were cabs lined up outside for patrons.
I flag the taxi and it quickly pulls in front us. I hold open the rear door as you slide into the back seat as I give the driver directions to our destination. I slide in close to you and both of us get comfortable in the back seat.
The cold outside seems so removed while I put my arm around your shoulder. I feel a shiver that I am not sure whether it came from you or me or is due to the cold or the anticipation. I lean back in the cab seat, feeling the warmth grow within me with you snuggling against me. In spite of the cold, I am only wearing my suit coat. The scotch, wine, dinner, dancing, and sexual tension building inside me burns like a raging fire. I don’t need a coat, hell; I don’t even need clothes.
You’ve surprised me so far but I smile as I think of the surprises in store for you tonight.
You turn your face to me, gently place your hand to my cheek and draw my face down to yours. I feel the soft sensuous fullness of your lips against mine and I return your kiss. I keep my eyes open to see you as we kiss. I am surprised to see that you also keep your eyes open and we stare into the depths of each other.
“We’re here,” I say as the cab pulls up to the curb and stops. I pay the fare and tip, exit and open the door for you. You turn slightly and slide towards the door causing you dress to rise to mid-thigh. I look down and your eyes watch mine as you spread your legs giving me a generous view of panties. I look up and I see an erotic look in your eyes that seems to say that I haven’t seen anything yet. I hope not.
I open the door to the building and as you enter you see a short hallway with a door at the end. I guide you down the hallway to the door which opens to a small foyer and a larger room beyond.
“I’ll take your coat and gloves,” and hang it up along with my coat that I removed.
“I like to keep this room very clean,” I say and slip out my shoes. You follow my lead and I am pleased to see that you are wearing sheer black hose with reinforced toes and heels. Having a nylon foot fetish I admire the beauty of your feet and the way your red painted nails are veiled behind the stockings.
We proceed into the room that is the size of a large bedroom carpeted in thick luxurious white shag. At the far end is a couch. Each wall is covered ceiling to floor by drapes. On one side is a wet bar and on the other side, a desk that contains a console. The light is soft and seems to come from the ceiling. As you look around, I move to the console and manipulate some switches and soft music surrounds us. I move to the wet bar and pour us glasses of wine.
“What is this room?” you ask.
“It’s my special place where I like to come and close myself off from reality,” I reply.
“Come, let’s relax on the couch,” I say and hand you your glass. The music is soothing and relaxing. I look at you and secretly think of the pleasures that your body will bring to me. As you sip your wine, I watch as you slide your feet over the carpet.
You see me looking at your movements and comment; “Those shoes are new and not as comfortable as I would like. My feet are a little sore.”
With a gallant gesture, I arise and say, “I cannot stand to see a beautiful woman in discomfort. Let me give you one of my patented foot massages.”
Before you can protest I quickly kneel at your feet, take your right foot in my hands and gently but firmly begin the massage. I start with your arch and probe with my fingers to relieve any aches. I then move to your toes and manipulate each one. I see your lips part and breathing increase and know that you are becoming aroused. I love the soft erotic feel of the nylon covering your feet. You look down at me and can see that I am also becoming aroused as the bulge in my crotch begins to grow. I can hear the mews of pleasure you are making.
“Come closer,” you say huskily. I am on my knees and move closer to you. As I gently grasp your left foot, you take your right and place it on the bulge made by my hardening cock. I repeat the massage on this foot while you use yours to massage my erection. You move your silky sole up and down, right to left, as if measuring my cock. I am enjoying the ‘foot job’ immensely but I’m imaging other things I would like to do with my cock. The song Ebb Tide comes on.
“Astrid, would you like to dance?”
I arise and reach out my hand. You take it and I glide you about the floor. Unlike a hard dance floor, the soft carpeting seems to make the floor disappear and I feel like I am dancing on a cloud. Your arms are around my neck and I move my hands down your back to your firm round ass. I caress your globes and you respond by pressing your hips against me. I am fully erect. You move sensually against my male hardness and I can feel your firm soft belly and the hardness of your nipples against my chest. I move my mouth to your ears, nibble gently on first one then the other. You stop and remove your earrings as we both feel they are getting in the way.
“I have something that I think would look very good on you,” I say.
“I have a present for you. Take off your pearls and I will put it on.”
You remove the pearls from your neck and place them and the earrings into your bag. I remove some items from the desk drawer and put some of them into my pocket as I return with a black velvet choker that holds a cameo. You lift your gorgeous hair while turning your back to me, allowing me to place it on your neck. I adjust it so it fits snugly against your throat without causing any discomfort.
“What are those other things you put in your pocket?”
The question is lost as I bend down and begin kissing and sucking on your neck. I move my mouth to your ear. I nibble at the lobs then insert my tongue into your ear. You taste delicious and I know you are enjoying this as you press your ass firmly against my bulging groin.
Your hands are on my hands at your waist. You grip my hands and begin to move them over your stomach and up the front of your body. I do not resist. You move them slowly over your ribs to your firm breasts. You press my hands against your tits and I can feel the arousal of your hardening nipples through your bra and dress.
“I love the way your breasts respond to me,” I whisper into your ear. “Is your pussy responding as well,” as I squeeze and tease your nipples.
You shiver with pleasure. You release your grip on my hands and move yours down to my hips pulling me harder against you. Through our clothing, I can feel my cock fit into your ass. You undulate up and down and I once again begin to feel the exquisite agony of building sexual pressure. It is time to begin I think, as I nuzzle your soft neck.
“Do you want to make the call?” I ask.
“What call?” you ask with some surprise.
“You talked with Simon each time I asked you to go with me. I thought you might like to speak with him before we go any further.”
You hesitate. “Here, let me dial for you,” I say.
Keeping one hand on your breast, I take a control from my pocket and press buttons. The sound of a dialing phone comes from an unseen speaker, then a phone ringing then a voice.
“Hello,” you hear Simon say.
“Hello Simon. This is David and I’m here with Astrid.”
I press another button and we can hear your breath coming from the speaker.
“Astrid, are you okay?”
“Yes Simon. I’m fine. I was just a little shocked that David called.”
“Simon, I told you that nothing was going to happen that Astrid did not want to happen. To assure both of you, I wanted to give you the opportunity to monitor what we are doing. I have a very sensitive microphone positioned on her neck that will pick up all the sounds coming from her mouth. I also have another microphone that I will position lower on her body so you can hear all the sounds of us together.”
I press more buttons and the drapes rise from the floor into the ceiling exposing a television screens recessed in the center of each wall. As the drapes rise further, cameras become visible and are pointed directly at you. You look at the screen and see yourself standing, with me behind you and my hand fondling your tit.
“Astrid, tell Simon what you see.”
“The walls have TV screens in them and I can watch as he plays with my breast.”
I remove my hand from your breast, face you, reach into my pocket and extract a pair of handcuffs.
“Astrid, take these, put your arms behind your back and put them on,” I say firmly.
“What is it Astrid? What is going on?”
“David wants me to put on handcuffs,” you reply with a breathless voice.
“Why, David what are you going to do?” Simon pleads.
“Simon, you can trust me. I wouldn’t cause any harm to come to Astrid. The handcuffs are just a show of her trust in me. When she puts them on she becomes a willing submissive participant. She’ll both give and receive pleasure and you can be here listening to it all. I am also recording to a videodisc and I will give you the only copy for your future pleasure. You will both be able to experience this again and again.”
“Simon, do you want to listen?”
We can hear the sound of the cuffs locking while waiting for your answer.
