Posts Tagged ‘Sex With Strangers’
She stood nervously by the door, feeling like a deer in the headlights and wondering where he was. She’d thought the idea of attending a slave auction with her friend sounded like a great idea. He’d asked her to come because he was single, but had to bring a “slave” to be eligible to bid on anyone else.
She was doing him a favor, but she realized she hadn’t thought through the part where she went up for auction and someone bought her and then did god knows what….
She was still breathless and completely off kilter from the orgasm she had just moments before boarding the plane. She’d followed the man who’d just had his face between her legs onto the plane, but each had to go their separate ways, he in first class and she in coach.
She dropped her luggage at the foot of the bed and let herself fall back into the down comforter behind her. She was immediately delighted she had booked this luxury hotel as a treat to herself. The bed was comfortable. And the bathroom was huge. The shower alone was the size of most other hotel bathrooms. It’s thick, glass walls and double shower head were luxury defined.
Luxury and comfort were things you didn’t think about when staying at the bargain motels she usually tried to save money on.
She laid there for a moment, wondering what to do with her evening. She could order room service, but she kind of wanted to be around people. She was feeling restless and was in the mood to flirt and be a bit dangerous.
So, she changed out of her jeans an into a dress that was a bit too tight and a bit too short, touched up her hair and make-up and headed down to the lobby bar for a drink.
She had a list in her mind. A list of things she was to do and to remember for the visit. It would be the first visit, after many months of online teasing. She was driving down his street now, checking the numbers, painfully aware there was nothing beneath her short, black dress.
No bra, no panties.
These were the rules. She didn’t always like rules but she’d followed these, for him. She got a tiny thrill out of doing something just because he’d told her to. It pleased him that, in spite of not having particularly submissive personality, she had the yearning to follow his rules.
She was pushing the accelerator to the floor and her speedometer up over 80.
Fast feels good, she thought as she tried to outrun the troubles of her day.
She almost didn’t notice the blinking lights in her review mirror, but she couldn’t miss the blast of the siren as the cop car raced up right behind her.
Asshole.
The day was turning out to be one of the more lousy days in recent memory. The sort of day where everything that can go wrong will. She was having issues at work, issues with family and now, to top it all off, she was being pulled over by a cop on her way home.
Fuck. Can this day possibly get any worse?
If the officer asked her for current proof of insurance, probably. She still hadn’t bothered to get the new insurance card into the car and it looked she was in for a heavy fine on top of her speeding ticket. She gathered her license, registration and the expired proof of insurance anyway, thinking maybe, just maybe, something might go her way today.
The cop approached her car, shining his flashlight in her eyes as he requested her identification and everything.
Nice.
“Do you mind? You are blinding me with that thing,” she said in a seriously bitchy tone that surprised even her.
“Well, well, well, aren’t we a snotty cunt tonight,” said the officer, even as he adjusted the flashlight.
