Been a while since I've updated! I figure I should get some writing done here since I haven't written in a while. My adventures into this strange and interesting world took a new turn shortly after the last journal post I made. I met a sub girl and we both knew that our lives together wouldn't last. Our time together was like we were in another world entirely, and when we went home, it was back to the real world. Our own little pocket universe of fun and adventure.
I met her in a Starbucks, as cliche as it may sound. It was somewhat crowded that day. She was wearing a dress. Red, if you must know, because this is a story full of cliches. Not bright red like you'd imagine, but worn and somewhat faded. A dress she had in her possession for years. When I first noticed, she had just been crossing her legs. I got a look at what she wore underneath. Total coincidence was that she looked up at the same time. I was caught! Instead of sneering at me like some kind of horrible pervert, instead of the hapless onlooker she kind of grinned a little. I smiled back and kept at the writing I was doing on my laptop, and she kept at her book.
It happened again later.
As I was leaving, I stopped to tell her, "If you want me to see them, then let's get out of here and you can show them to me proper."
Later she would tell me that she was a little turned on before I spoke to her, but by the time we made it back to my car, she was absolutely soaked and trembling.
In my car she, in a very ladylike fashion and making sure to stay covered, removed her panties and handed them to me. I looked her in the eye and said that she knew that wasn't what I was interested in. Then she showed me the rest. I told her that she looks a little tense, and that maybe she should take care of it. She looked around and asked me if I meant here.
Ten minutes and two orgasms later and she licked her fingers clean. I told her that when next we met, she should be ready to serve me instead of just herself.
We met up a few times after that. We were from two different worlds. She was a professional with an established career and place in the community, I am a student with impossible amounts of school work that moonlights as a writer. It wouldn't last, but we did anyway. It was what we needed. |