Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 3

Becca shows Stacy to a table in the middle of the restaurant. It's not too busy today, but enough people are around to make Stacy feel a little uneasy. She sits down, trying to quell the sharp butterflies in her stomach. Becca, in her work outfit, sits down across from her awkwardly. Stacy watches her friend carefully place her bottom onto the seat. "Are you alright?" Stacy worries. "Oh, yes, I'm fine. I just… never mind. She umm, should be here soon," Becca states, a slight look of distress on her face. "I just want to get this over with," Stacy admits, admiring the way Becca's skin seems to glow. "She likes to make me wait," Becca explains, looking around. "Well, I'm nervous enough as it is. This is just making it worse," Stacy sighs. Becca smiles, "I'm sure that's exactly her intention." Stacy squints in disapproval. Becca jumps up straight as she notices someone coming through the front doors. Stacy turns to look. Becca doesn't say anything, but Stacy knows who it is. Miss Cara's beautiful eyes draw in the attention of everyone with a pulse in the restaurant. Stacy can't help but stare at the woman's almost black-cherry coloured hair. It shimmers darkly against her deep, vanilla skin. Her seemingly perfect bone structure accentuates every one of her gorgeous features. Miss Cara casually scans the room before spotting their table. She smiles and gives a friendly wave as she makes her way towards them. Immediately, Stacy feels her whole body tighten up. Who is this ...

... woman, who has such an effect, such control over Becca? Miss Cara's trendy, black, knee-high boots clop proudly as she makes her way over. Her small purse is slung over her shoulder and she carries a large, boutique paper bag in her other hand. Stacy turns back to Becca, whose eyes are transfixed on the beautiful woman. Like a moth to the flame, her eyes are glued. She looks happy, excited and nervous all at the same time. Becca stands up and attentively straightens her skirt. "Hello Becca," Miss Cara gleams, raising her hand to brush some of Becca's hair behind her ear. "Where's the cute headband I gave you?" Becca looks mortified for a moment as she thinks of what to say. "I'm sorry, Miss Cara, I forgot it at home." Stacy watches this odd interaction anxiously. What am I doing here? "I won't have you forgetting it again, alright hun?" "Yes Miss Cara. Of course. I won't," Becca pleads, assuringly. "Good girl," Cara consoles. She looks over at Stacy with a sultry grin. Stacy can feel the woman's eyes invading her. She sits up in her chair trying not to act intimidated. "Miss Cara," Becca starts, meekly, "this is Stacy." Neither Stacy nor Miss Cara move. The gorgeous woman continues to slowly look over Stacy's young body. Stacy can't help but tremble. Her thin, argyle sweater suddenly seems very tight and overly warm. "Pleased to meet you, Stacy," Miss Cara purrs, holding her hand out. "I'm Miss Cara." Stacy doesn't know how to react. She feels lured to shake Miss Cara's hand and ...