Meeting Sir

We had been talking for a while, we lived very far away from each other but you were in town for a weekend. We had talked about expectations for our first meeting and agreed that it would be best to expect nothing but sharing tea between friends. I walked into the coffee shop wearing your favorite dress, it was short enough for me to tease, but long enough that I did not have to wear any panties. 

As the cool coffee scented breeze shifted my dress, I felt the fabric brush against my sensitive nipples making them more noticeable under my dress. I knew you were a couple minutes behind me so I went to go order some floral tea. As I listened to the soft jazz music playing in the background I could not help but think of what it would feel like to have your cum dripping out of my wet cunt, soaking my legs. Just before I could order my tea I felt as swift slap and grab on my ass, just before I could turn around to tear into whoever touched me, I heard your voice. “Hey, Babygirl”.

The wave of relief that I felt when I heard your deep smooth voice was only amplified by the warm hug that I received. Having never met you, I breathed in your masculine scent, basking in the comfort it brought me. “Sir…Please, give me a heads up next time, my heart nearly stopped. I don’t want anyone touching your ass but you” I know for sure you did it just to see my reaction. “Don’t worry Babygirl, I’ve got you and no one is going to touch what is mine”. I know you were just trying to console me, but you were making me wet without even trying.

As we sat to sip our tea and eat some pastries I would not help but stare, I stared at the crinkle in the corner of your eyes when you smiled, your broad shoulders, your perfect lips, and everything I could lay my eyes on. I wanted to tell you how much I wanted you inside me, how wet I was getting for you, and how I was not wearing anything under this dress because I wanted you to see your good cockslut without any barriers. 

After listening and learning so much about you I could not talk any longer, being in your presence made it that much harder to abstain from begging you to bend me over the table and fuck me here. I leaned over the table and whispered in your ear “Sir? You know how much I like being a good slut for you…I’m not wearing any panties and I can feel myself dripping between my thighs” The look on your face was enough to make going out of my comfort zone worth it. The look of shock that passed over your face was quickly replaced with one of dominance. 

“ Well…We will just have to do something about that won’t we Babygirl”

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