The Bar - Sex Stories

The Bar

I'm not a good traveller . Being the kind of person who likes the familiar and to know exactly where I'm going. So I get a little anxious. Now add to that who my journey takes me to see. My Dominant. And the prerequisite "dress code" and your understand a bit how I was feeling last Tuesday. Sir was 12 miles from me. Attending a meeting in a nearby city. So we were taking the opportunity to see each other before he travelled home. He had, the week before, mentioned that he was thinking of a "dress code" for me when I came to him. Of course he then kept me waiting until he told me what it was. But he did in a phone call a few days before. No knickers. No bra. Something which would allow him access if the opportunity arose.in my head I'd chosen a flattering dress. But now had to change to another to ensure that I complied with his instruction.So in the end I wore a brown dress with a wrap top. I thought it might give visual acess as well. And the skirt only reached just below my knee. The journey was uneventful apart from my growing anticipation as I got closer. I'd not seen him for 11months. I was very excited. I'd removed my toghts before I left work. I don't wear knickers these days. Sirs rule. Once I arrived at my destination I found a cafe and removed my bra. I had about 45 minutes to wait. It's a bit chilly in the Midlands in March!I couldn't really settled. I wandered around waterstones just to be in the warm until I got his text so say he was on his way. Sir practices ...

... orgasm control with me. In our dynamic it means I'm only allowed to cum with his permission. When he allows me. So on that day it had been 13 days orgasm free. The previous one being with him on the phone. I made my way back to the bar we had arranged to meet at. When he walked round the corner and I saw him I lit up. He's an extreamly handsome, tall , dark haired man. And visually gorgeous. So that first kiss......yer I melted. And if I'd been wearing knickers then they would have been instantly wet! The bar is underground so we went down a flight of steps. As we did I felt his hand caress my bottom and then glide over my waist up to my breast. Groping me. I smiled as I knew exactly what he was doing. He was checking to make sure I had followed his instructions. He scanned the room and picked our seats. A sofa divided into a sort of booths up with open sides. I sat and he went to the bar to get our drinks. When he returned. We kissed more . I love the way he kisses me. I respond immediately. And when he puts his hand in my hair and tugs its and holds me in place I turn into liquid sex. I wanted to touch him so badly and figured if he objected he'd tell me. So my hands roamed a bit over his arms back and chest. The pub was quite busy. The entrance behind us. People coming and going. A couple sat in front and above us. Another to our side but some distance away. The bar felt intimate . With painting of half clothed people on the ceiling. The way he looks at me makes me feel ...