Picture ID (Part 1) [FF] [M]

The sound was unmistakeable; the snap of credit cards on the table. Even over the din of the crowded coffee shop that quiet click of plastic on wood jolted her like a bird hitting the window. With lunch just past and the last of her Sr. Team meetings done, she’d been focused on consolidating ideas and actions. She looked up with an apologetic smile and scrambled to clear her loose papers and notes from the table.

A woman sat down in the chair opposite. With a frank, business like gesture, she pushed the card across the table through the gathered papers, one manicured nail drawing attention to a picture. A picture on a Driver’s license.

She instinctively glanced back and forth between license and… ‘Maira. Maira Kelson’. The license clearly belonged to the woman in front of her; ten years her junior, glossy black, shoulder length hair, smooth clear pale skin, brown eyes. Still off balance, she looked up from the card.

Her eyes now creased by a frank smile, Maira returned the gaze. The license picture failed completely to capture the darkness and the confident mind behind those eyes.

‘Are you satisfied?’ she asked. ‘Please take a closer look if you have any doubts. Here’s my card as well’. She drew a business card from her purse and placed it beside the driver’s license.

A sudden moment of clarity; ‘Business pitch!’ thought the older woman. She found her voice as she glanced at the business card. Some kind of engineering firm, which was a bit odd.

‘I’m just finishing up here and you can have the table.’ she said, not wanting to engage in any pitch at the moment and quickly began to gather her things. She stopped suddenly when Maira reached across and stilled her hands by clasping them lightly in one of her own.

‘I don’t need the table.’ Maira said quietly, almost soothingly, ‘I came here looking for you’. She lifted her hand, sat back but left her cards on the table. Waiting. And watching.

A driver’s license and a business card.

A driver’s license.

Her heart raced with the sudden flood of adrenaline.

…

“So if they show me their driver’s license, that’s the secret code word? Ok. got it.”

He laughed at her practical abbreviation of the elaborate scenario, delighted that she took equal interest in these erotic fantasies.

‘Not just if they *show* you their license, they have to *introduce* themselves with their license.’ he explained. ‘Before saying *anything*, they’ll show you their driver’s license’.

‘And then what? Do I show them my driver’s license? What if its not a good time? What if I just don’t want too!!’ Her speech quickened and tone rose. Even just the imagining of such an outlandish scenario made her both nervous and excited. She unconsciously clasped her hands together at her chest as if hugging herself in reassurance. She looked both endearing and comical. And wonderfully vulnerable.

‘I don’t think you would have to do anything’, he said. ‘Whoever offers you a driver’s license would do so with no expectations. And it’s always done in a safe, very public place. They probably want to keep it very non-threatening – unless you’re into that kinda thing.”

‘I can definitely say ‘No’’’ she clarified, ‘I’d just have no idea what to do if…’ she trailed off hugging herself tighter while adopting a wide, cheesy grin.

He laughed again and enfolded her into a hug, like a whale swallowing her in his arms, wrapping her completely.

“Well… just… let go! You wouldn’t have to act, just be you.’ He said then immediately contradicted himself, holding her out briefly at arms length. “Oh wait, wait. No! You’re supposed to take a picture! Take a picture of their driver’s license and then a selfie *with* their driver’s license!” he explained and then added, “And text it too me!” He said grinning and pleased with this idea.

“Anyone who gets to the point of showing you their license would be someone who likes to take charge. You just follow their lead.”

She looked up doubtfully, still buried in the hug. “I’d probably start babbling out of panic and they’d think I’m an idiot.”

He disagreed,“No they wouldn’t! They probably wouldn’t mind *at all*! Actually, they’d probably like it if you didn’t say anything – even if you’re not nervous! Honestly love, if you’re giddy and anxious, but still willing, they’ll eat you up. No one does sexy-vulnerable better than you!”

“I only want you to eat me up” she said quietly, while lifting her head to kiss him… heart racing.

…

“I’m… I’m not sure I’m ready for this!” she said apologetically, picking up the license.

Maira smiled and her self-assured demeanor softened. “Oh! It’s very simple then! Don’t!” she replied emphatically, reaching across the table again to take back the card. She continued in a quieter voice, “You’re absolutely right to be sure about this before jumping in – stumbling into it can be less than enjoyable. You get a much better jump if your feet are firmly planted before you leap.” Her smile was affectionate, so unusual to see on a complete stranger, and she continued gently, “Your reaction alone was beautiful! Thank you.”

“Wait… wait.” The older woman still held the license. “I’m just…” she flushed glancing at Maira “Can you…?” she continued pointing and fumbling among her gathered papers. When she found her phone she had to breath deeply (the rich, almost sweet aroma of coffee) to keep from shaking as she took the cards.

She looked up again, hand poised over her phone, to find Maira watching her intently. She shivered. Only her husband looked at her with such open intention.

“Text me as well please Rachel”, Maira directed assuredly pointing to the number on her business card.

Rachel entered the new number, planted her feet and pressed ‘Send’.

….

It was 15 minutes before he could break from the forge to check the message. Just two pictures. Maira Kelson’s driver’s license, and Rachel holding Maira’s license. He sat down hard, dumbfounded, heart racing.

He’d met Maira at a business development meeting some years previous. As part of a larger marketing development project, she’d first consulted him on several design questions, and eventually pulled him in to assist with the completion. After that, she called sporadically but consistently for advice and he worked on several of her projects. It was a satisfying professional relationship.

A year ago, he bumped into her at a local Kink show. The chance encounter in in such a fringe setting opened new avenues of conversation. His professed frustration with the painful lack of artistic expression and craft in all things sexual. Her desire to push for greater tolerance and openness to sexual expression outside the LGBT and kink communities. With the groundwork of professional trust, their talk was frank and easy.

Maira ended up testing everything he’d made with her own partners and became his contact in the local kink community. Her suggestions had been invaluable both professionally and personally.

It was she who suggested anonymous ‘third’ partners and gave him several contacts, both men and women, who would skillfully and gladly share his wife. He’d laughed, and thanked her for the contacts after she’d described several ways to meet up.

Later that evening, he recounted his conversation to Rachel. Both of them marveled that such a thriving community existed largely under the social radar. A community of rich, varied and dynamic sexual practices – more fuel for the fantasies in their own dynamic sex life.

“Well we’ve got her list if we ever get up the nerve to contact one of these people!” he’d joked. “And that’s how it would start!” he said. “We’d know right away, before they said anything, that they were meeting up strictly to… to…”. His train of thought derailed for a moment with a flood of images: of watching spellbound while someone else took Rachel into ecstasy.

…

Rachel parked in the guest stall beneath Maira’s condo tower. The drive from the coffee shop was thankfully short. If it had been any longer she may have had an accident – Maira had taken her hand off Rachel’s thigh after swerving and narrowly missing a parked car.

When they were back in the coffee shop, Maira had taken immediate control. As she took back her license, she clutched Rachel’s hands in both of her own – like a friend does in the middle of a deep conversation.

“I’d planned on making this just ‘instructive’ and ‘fun’ for you but your husband was right. You are truly intoxicating.” Maira said quietly. “And I’m pretty sure you need less assurance than he thinks.” she continued. “So just the basics: you should always feel safe at all times, regardless of your kink. Don’t accept anything that hurts. I’m not into pain but tell me if it does. You should *always* feel sane. Always. Don’t ‘bull’ through something just ‘because’. If you feel too anxious, sad, threatened, overwhelmed, if anything is too much, just stop. Finally, make sure you’re asked for consent. If someone doesn’t ask, don’t offer until they do. You want to know they’ve thought about you’re consent beforehand. The driver’s license is a greater opener but it’s not consent.” Maira paused, “Do you consent to having sex with me?” she asked very quietly.

Even though she’d made her decision to do this, Rachel noticed the undertone of desire in Maira’s voice and it made her answer easier “I consent. I want to have sex with you.”

“I am really glad you do because I think I might have begged!” Maira said with a little laugh, “It’s a short drive to my place but I’ll come with you so you can leave on your own afterwards. I’ll get my car later.”

“I’ll just go to the bathroom first.” Rachel said, feeling a growing excitement, like she could totally do this.

“Perfect” replied Maira, standing at the same time and lightly taking her arm as they walked towards the bathroom. She leaned in to add in a whisper before letting go, “I want you to put your bra and panties in my purse when you come out.”

Rachel flushed. Whatever sense of control she had evaporated. And she liked it that way.

…

“Oh. My. GOODNESS!!! I GOT YOUR TEXT!! WHERE ARE YOU?? ARE YOU OK?? What.. ? What…?!!” Dan stammered as he answered the call from Rachel. He’d been staring, open mouthed, at the picture of Rachel holding Maira’s License since he’d received the text five minutes ago.

“I’m in the bathroom!” she answered in an animated, stage whisper voice. “Did you get my text?!! Did you know about this?” she asked.

“No! No! I had no idea she was going to do this! I’d almost forgotten… you and I haven’t even talked about this since… It was just another one of those things, those fantasy kind of stories that we have…” He tapered off at a loss for words. “I only talked with Maira about it that once!”

Dan had met with Maira several times since that conversation but it was always just business talk. Not that talk of ‘bondage iron-ware’ wasn’t provocative but it had been at a level removed from the personal. Maira detailing what worked, what didn’t and what needed changing. She also had several ideas of her own. It was always fairly one-sided.

Rachel enjoyed the retelling of those conversations as much as Dan enjoyed the recounting. It was like having a detailed tour of a different kind of sex life.

“Should we do this then?? Are YOU ok with this?? Rachel asked as she peed. “I don’t want to do anything that wrecks what we have right now!”

Dan answered immediately. He’d been thinking of nothing else since receiving the text.

“I am *completely* ok with this. And I’m *completely* ok if you do NOT want to do this.” he said emphatically. “If you want to try, DO IT!”

“Ok. Let’s do this.” Rachel replied.

“I love you so SO much Babe!!! Have SO much fun and remember everything!!” Dan effused. “This will be the BEST STORY EVER!” he finished.

“I love you too! So SO much!!” she made lots of kissy noises into the phone. “See you in a bit!!”

Kissy noises from Dan. And the call ended.

Rachel wiped herself, slid her leggings off and then slipped her panties down over her sandals.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mxs46r/picture_id_part_1_ff_m