The chill of the Autumn air gave me goose bumps. I waited for him in the cobblestone courtyard behind the book store. The bite of the metal chair feels like knives cutting into my bare thighs as I sit and wait. I wear nothing under his short trenchcoat but the black bra and panties he had delivered this afternoon.
Every little noise put me on alert. My head is on a swivel as I search the darkness for any sign of him. My mind wanders to thoughts of what he may have planned for us. I can feel the lace of my thong getting damp with anticipation.
A noise shakes me from my thoughts but it too late. A large hand grabs my wrist and pulls me up causing my chair to tip over. I fall forward into the dark chest of a black hooded figure.
At first I think it’s him. That this is his plan to take me right here. Right in the courtyard we met a few weeks ago. My nipples harden as I smell the familiar scent of his cologne. It’s smells like fire and cinnamon and welcomes me home.