Waiting for you - Sex Stories

Waiting for you

... mind had wandered and had succumbed to these secret, sordid desires by masturbating sometimes several times in a single day, in a failed attempt at calming myself. The next time I met up with Annabelle I pressed her more and more. It's what teenagers must feel like when promised mind-bending experiences with new super drugs. I wanted my hit, and Annabelle must have noticed for otherwise he would never had known to approach me at the embassy party. *** Back at the embassy party... "Annabelle is well I believe," she replied. "Good. Please pass on my regards," I started to turn away. She seemed to relax with this. "Oh, I quite forgot!" I chided myself and swung back around to break her calm. "Would you be so kind as to give her my card? I meant to leave it with her but stupidly forgot." "Of course, although I don't see her very often," she resisted. I just smiled back at her. "Thank you Samantha. Keep it safe." She looked very briefly at the card, and would have just had time to register the name and number in deep red ink against the ebony surface, before slipping the cards urgently into her bag. With that I drifted silently onto the next group of perfect people. Her husband glanced across at her inquisitively. She smiled sweetly and must have fobbed him off with something. He didn't seem overly concerned and went back to his conversation. She glanced across at me furtively and lowered her eyes as my own came up to meet her. *** When he had actually approached me I had felt ...

... anxious and nervous. Anabelle's words had sucked me in and my thoughts had then transported me to a state of almost delusional craving. When I had seen him in person, with the contrasting strength and softness in his eyes, coupled with his certitude, I had felt weak at the knees and my pussy welled as I stood there among the embassy crowd. Despite my body's unquestionable yearning my brain still somehow managed to step in and circumvent any immediate action on my part though. A few days later though my reason could no longer hold the upper hand over my body and I took that first crucial step; I called the number on the well fingered card, as he knew I would. *** Back to the present time, on the park bench... I'd never experienced anything like last night. I'd never been so reckless. I felt my juices running down my inner thigh as the visions of it replayed through my mind. I remembered my state of excited abandon; I had been both lost and found, scared and excited. In this state I had submitted to him and his will. I had trusted him and yet now I found myself here. So he was coming at five to seven, but what was the time now? It was summer, the sun had started to rise, it must be around...what the fuck did I know about sunrises? At least the park hadn't opened yet. I hoped that it was one of those parks that closed it's gates for the night and I wasn't about to be greeted by some early morning dog walker or worse, a smiling, smarmy jogger with the sun shining out of his ass. ...