0 comments/ 12697 views/ 0 favorites Acquiescence By: MJMC Lights are low, with that rosy glow so flattering to the complexion, head to toe. You devour me with your eyes, but say nothing, just that sly smile. "Come," you say, as you reach out and take my hand in yours. I am led to a sofa. "Water?" you ask. I say "Yes, please." The air in the room is electrified. In my nervousness, my mouth has indeed gone dry. I gratefully accept the glass. You say, "Let's sit." So, we sit. "You look lovely. Delectable." Why do I blush so for you? We talk; small talk, sly talk, suggestive talk, clever talk, intimate talk. Your voice is a narcotic, hypnotic, erotic. "You can come closer, can't you? Hmm?" Again, you extend your hand and smile. I move close to you. You ply me with delicious kisses, soft and teasing, gently exploring. With husky whispers in my ear, I am swooning. Your whispers weave your spell. Then hungry kisses, demanding kisses. In spite of myself, I moan. I am being seduced and am unable to move to stop your hands as they strip me. What is this? "No, please," I beg, then velvet darkness. "No peeking," you order. I won't. Still standing, my knees give way as you begin to whisper your endearments, enticements, inducements and indictments. Making me spread my feet further apart, you tell me, "I know how hot you are." Again I moan as you firmly take hold of each wrist. You are not hurting me. But, my struggle would be wasted . You speak to me soothingly, consolingly. I try to calm myself, try to think. But, you'll not have it. Your voice is again firmly inside my head as you sweetly cup my face in your left hand, taking both wrists into your right hand. "Stand still," you say. I obey. I am shaking. You know I'm fighting the fear, trying to trust. You croon , seducing me into acceptance, acquiescence. My hands are bound. "Now, put your hands behind your head and keep them there." Obedience. Silence. Stillness. No scent of you, only incense provocative. Am I cold? Is it fear? I tell myself to stop shivering, but I can't. Subtle movement behind me, I feel your presence now. I sense your scrutiny as you circle me. I'm am flushed with shame. How close are you? I gasp as you steadily, firmly, pinch my teats through silk, my shirt the only clothing left me, a last remnant of dignity. I endure your fist clenched tightly in my hair, while with a master's touch you tease my aching teats, sucking them through my shirt. Two of your fingers enter my cunt. My womb suddenly aches. I am lost, spiraling into the heat. You bind me to the staircase banister, not on tiptoe, not quite flat footed. You are sharing your "thoughts," on the matter; the matter of your captive, me. My entire being seems to be in your hands. "Admit you will do whatever I fancy. By the time I'm done, you will want to be fucked, and badly, whatever it takes." First ominous, then coaxing, your voice seduces my soul, your fingers my body. Throbbing in need, I try not to whimper, but do. You laugh as I squirm. "Some of your appetites might surprise you!" No, oh no. What will you ask of me? You grab my shirt and I hear buttons ripping, fabric tearing away. "Lick me." Your fingers invade my mouth. "Suck on them. Suck. Yes." Saliva slippery fingers tease my poor hard nipples. Erect, they betray me. Ow! Pinching, tugging, tweaking. Juices flow, juices I thought lost long ago. Small animal sounds escape my lips. I feel you working something onto my nipples. First one, then the other. As you tug again, the little nooses tighten. My poor hard nipples, no mercy now. My adornment subtly sways, weighing down my breasts. I sense you standing back, admiring your handiwork. "Elbows out. That's better." I will die of exposure. Quivering, I wait. "You know, I haven't told you that you could not speak. Why so silent?" But I cannot speak. From nowhere, my nipples are again squeezed hard. I cry out. "Is that all you have to say?" What can I say? Beg to be released? Ah, sweet release. Your wet tongue laps at my nipples. Wet lips are sucking and licking, each breast in turn, faster, sloppier, until both are nearly dripping. Then you are gone. Gone. Only the ceiling fan, fanning my wet nipples into hard little nubs. When next you speak, I follow your voice as again I feel you circling me, examining, memorizing. Softly, seriously, you say, "I feel I must tell you something." Standing close, now, "Before this night is over, I will give you a climax to remember for all time. It's up to you. Be strong. Have patience. Because you only get one." My desire addled brain is confused. I murmur something inarticulate. "You might want to take a deep breath." I hold my breath. "I'm offering you an opportunity. But, if you start to come before I give you permission, I'll leave you bound and unsatisfied. I'll remove your blindfold and make you watch as I shoot my cum. Not on you. You won't even get that. I'll take care of myself and be done with you." You again insert fingers into my mouth and cunt. Your tongue in my ear, I fear I will cum instantly on the spot. Mercifully, you stop before I embarrass myself. "But first," you whisper, as you begin to stroke my hair, face and neck. I feel you drape something around my neck. A necklace? No, a strap. I can feel you working with the buckle. A collar! "Here, this will help…" and next I hear a snap and realize that my bound wrists are now firmly secured to a ring on the collar. "Now you won't have to remember to keep your arms up. You can concentrate on other things. Like this…" I feel your hands on my hips and groan. You cup my mound in your hand and press firmly upward as I moan again. Next I feel your slippery tongue lapping at my cunt. I moan and thrust my hips forward, yearning to feel your tongue on my swollen clit. Chuckling as you pull away, "Now, now." Powerless to resist, I cannot even pretend to maintain any dignity. I am your slut. And, you know it. "Better pace yourself, my dear. I have a long evening planned for you, unless you forget to control yourself. Then we're done, remember?" "I remember," I whisper. You give my nipple chain a quick tug and spin me around so that I am facing the wall and staircase. "Step back," I am told. "Spread those legs apart. I never said you could relax your stance!" I am quick to comply. "Now, lean forward and place your palms against the wall." As soon as this is done I hear you take a deep breath. Cloaked in darkness as I am, my ears are already adjusting and compensating for my blindness. But, there's no subtlety to the next sound I hear. I feel the sting on my ass simultaneously as the slap rings in the air, then another. My ass cheeks are suddenly on fire. Oh my God. I am in pain and frightened, but to my chagrin, I can feel the juices run down the inside of my thigh. How can I be so aroused by something so terrifying? I can't tell if the slaps are actually coming harder, or if my poor bottom is just so tender to each blow now. Over time you have covered my ass with your swats, hitting first one spot then another. We are both panting, you from your exertions. Please stop soon, I pray. You stop, only to grab my pussy. "Oh-ho! What's this? Cunt juice? I give you pain and you give me your hot, wet cunt. A fair trade," you laugh. Tears are running down my face. I try to control the sobbing that racks me. I feel one more resounding smack on each cheek, then your fingers in my mouth, forcing me to taste my own juices. Coming up behind me, you encircle me in an embrace. I can feel your rock hard cock against my tender ass. Again, I can't help but respond, leaning into you, wanting desperately to grind my burning ass against your dick. "Stop!" you demand. I stand still, waiting. "Turn around." I spin around, off balance, but upheld by the tether. I hear you open a drawer and close it again. My mind is racing. Not seeing my surroundings, my imagination runs riot. What now, I wonder. I can sense your nearness again. Then I feel the most delicious sensations. Warm, fragrant oil is pouring over me, trickling down over my shoulders and back. I feel your finger making little circles around my nipples as the oil runs down over my breasts and belly, finding its way into my slit. At the same time I feel oil oozing over my ass and into my crack. Now the oil runs down my legs. The sensation tickles and soothes at the same time. I've forgotten all about pain. I feel you grasp my ankles. For a moment I am again off balance. But, I steady as I feel you massage the oil into my skin. "Lift your left foot." How exquisite, the way you caress my toes, arch and heel. "Now, the other foot," wooing me with this erotic seduction. Fear and pain are gone and I trust again. Slowly, you move your hands up my legs, rubbing and kneading as you goes. The warm oil has been soothing to my raw ass, but as you begin to knead my cheeks, the pain and pleasure blend into pure fiery heat. My cunt is waiting, anticipating his strokes. Maddeningly, you bypass my slit for now, smoothly rubbing the oil onto my belly and breasts. Hands linger for a moment and move on, stroking my neck, smearing the oil on my face, swiping your fingers across my lips. I moan and part my lips, dying for a taste of you. But, you escape my tongue and go on to massage my shoulders, finding the tension knots and kneading them away. Fingertips lightly stroke down my back, stopping again at my ass, this time lightly teasing my butt with your touch. I feel one hand exploring my cunt, as the other strokes my crack. Hot and wet, I am so slippery. If you don't get away from my juicy hole, I'm going to cum. I gasp as first one, then two, then three fingers poke into my cunt. Sensing how close I am, you taunt me, whispering into my ear, "Doesn't that feel nice, baby?" Oh, I want to cum, but not yet! "Stop," I pant. "Oh, please stop." Immediately the fingers are gone and I feel as if a huge gaping emptiness has been left where my cunt was full only a minute ago. But, now you are again tracing the line of my crack with oily fingers. Lightly at first, then more firmly as your fingers go deeper each time, until you finally find the bottom of my crevasse. As my asshole is teased by a steady pressure, I tense up. "Relax, baby. Be a good girl and I might fuck you," you whisper, then thrust your tongue into my ear, imitating the act you have just suggested. "That is what you want isn't it baby?" I can only nod my head, yes. Crimson with shame, I try to relax. But, I am quivering with fear and desire. I've never been fucked in the ass. But, your probing is insistent. "Open to me. Open to me, now." I force myself to allow my ass cheeks to be spread, wanting so much to please. You massage my tiny brown hole, then press and release, press and release. It's like you are tap, tapping at this entry, knocking a little harder at each foray. A pause, then I feel more oil flowing down into my butt crack. Your fingers return, this time gloved, intent on gaining entry. I feel myself relax, give myself up to this violation. My sphincter gives way and I feel the tip of your finger enter the forbidden hole. When I tense, you stop, wait, until you sense I am ready, then push a little more. Gradually, slowly, my ass opens to you. I begin to rock, ever so slightly against this finger, so that by now my dark hole is fucking your finger, not the other way around. I am gasping for breath as the heat overwhelms. Suddenly you are gone and another part of me is abandoned. First my cunt, now my ass. You use your power to make me want it all, make me want what ever you want. I remember your words from earlier. "Admit you will do whatever I fancy. By the time I'm done, you will want to be fucked, and badly, whatever it takes." I had no idea you would be so right. I hear a buzzing noise. "Let's try this," you say. Pressure is back against my asshole. Only this time it isn't a warm finger. I feel a cool, smooth object pressing against me, forcing it's way into me. When I think I can't take the searing hot pain, the object begins to dance, vibrating inside me. So, that's it, I think, a small vibrator. I don't think I can stand it, it hurts so bad, feels so good. "Now, let's try this." More humming, deeper, louder this time. I feel a bare finger inserted into my cunt hole, then emptiness. Again, I feel the cool smoothness pushing its way inside me, this time a larger vibrator in my pussy. I know if you so much as brush against my clit I will go over the edge. But, you're so very careful. Now I feel you strapping something around my thighs and waist. Somehow you've secured the vibrators so that no amount of squirming or wriggling will dislodge them. My clit is throbbing, aching for release. You untie the rope that tethers me to the staircase. "On your knees!" I scramble to obey, my mouth already open in anticipation of your velvety cock. "Such an obedient little slut," you say to me. Ceding nothing of control, you grasp my hair and hold my head exactly where you want it. I can't see, but I can smell your flesh. Juices are dripping past the vibrators and running down my legs. I know that you can smell my wet sex-hungry cunt. Teasingly, you touch my lips with your dick and withdraw, only to come back again. Next, you slip the head between my lips, but take that away too. I am moaning and whimpering. I want to feel your cock at the back of my throat. I want it to make me gag, so that the saliva will flow and my mouth will be as slippery as my cunt. You reach down and yank on the nipple chain, tightening the nooses so that I want to scream. You begin to fuck my face with long controlled strokes. It's too much. My screaming tits, a vibrator in my holes and a cock in my mouth… I am fighting it, but I can't hold off my orgasm. It's going to come crashing over me any second. Oh, how I want to be fucked. But, yes, come in my mouth if you wish. Feel my tongue stroking. Fuck my face as hard as you can. But, you read me well. You know I have reached my limit. Suddenly your cock is taken from my lips, and the vibrators are snatched from my holes. "Bend over and lean against the wall again," you demand. You tease me, frighten me first, by teasing my asshole with your cock. But, it's my cunt that you want. The humming sound returns and the small vibrator is shoved up my ass, again. I cry out in shock. With one hand, you reach around and grab the tit chain, twisting it in your fist. Your other hand begins to slap my ass, slowly, steadily. Finally, I feel you grab my hips and plunge your cock into me. I am gone with the first stroke. But, you are in no hurry. My orgasm washes over me as I thrash and buck, meeting each thrust you have to offer. But, you continue to fuck me at your chosen pace, rhythmically, gaining power and speed as you near your climax. You stop! "No, no. Fuck me! Oh, please, please… Fuck me," I beg shamelessly. "I will…I am!" you growl, as you push me to the floor, spread my legs wide and lower yourself on top of me. Thrusting your tongue into my mouth at the same time, you enter my steaming cunt for a few more strokes. My hand finds your cock and I caress your shaft as you slide in and out of me. Your breathing is ragged, and I feel you stiffen. Pounding my cunt, you throw your head back and moan, gasping, and I know you are about to come. I am ready. I want your cum inside of me. "Now!" I cry out. As if on cue I feel your hard cock begin to pulse and throb. I have never been fucked so hard or so well. I reach my hand to my clit and grasp at another orgasm for my self. But, you are spent. Sensing my mission you tell me I'm greedy. "That's naughty," you scold. "I said you only get one." But, you smile at me as you release my nipples from their chains, pinching them hard as I stroke furiously at my cunt. Removing the vibrator, you lean in to whisper into my ear. The words are lost on me, but not the titillation of your warm, moist breath as you remove my blindfold. "Kiss me. Oh, kiss me," I beg. Your lips are on mine instantly. Your tongue finds my parted lips and licks them. Then you begin to rhythmically put your tongue in and out of my mouth. I am trying to devour you when press your hand against mine. You are fucking my mouth with your wicked tongue as you stroke my clit with our slippery hands. I am so open and wet. Pressing down, you force my fingers into my cunt. I cum with an explosive intensity, scorched by our heat. I cry out and thrash while you hold fast to me. You still hold me as I slowly return to my senses. You gently stroke my face and whisper into my ear, "A night to remember, my love?" MJMc Acquiescence Reflecting back on my somewhat younger years, thinking of the women I've had contact with, and relationships of one sort or another, one memory consistently comes back to me. This story is absolutely true, and sticks in my mind as one of the hottest experiences of my life. We met only a couple of times before that night. We chit-chatted a little; flirted some. A Hispanic girl, her skin was a soft, light brown. She had thick, curly black Latina hair, about shoulder length. She was cute, not drop dead gorgeous, but cute. A petite girl, the top of her head came a good two inches below my chin. She was small breasted, shaped nicely with just the right amount of curve to compliment her tiny frame. I'm a little foggy on the details of how she ended up coming home with me, but there we were, lying together talking and joking around. We both wore loose shorts and t-shirt. Those clothes were particularly baggy on her, as they were mine since she hadn't planned on spending the night somewhere other than her own place. I only had a single bed, so we had to be close; my arm under her neck with me lying on my side as she lay flat on her back. She rolled slightly toward me, caressing my arm. I touched her face and she leaned even closer and kissed me. Though surprised by her move, I happily returned the kiss. She pulled back a little, looked into my face, and came back to me. This time there was urgency in her kiss, and her hand left my arm as her tongue licked at my lips. When she passed my hip, she rolled the rest of the way to her side, reaching to the small of my back, then cupping my ass with a squeeze. Her kiss became yet more enthusiastic; her tongue seeking mine and her breathing through her nose becoming deeper. When I reached to her ass, cupped the bottom of her cheek and squeezed, her mouth opened slightly, but not releasing me, to breathe a sigh. She pressed her lips to me firmly again, and moved her hand from my ass. She reached for the front of my shorts and pressed her flat palm to my rapidly hardening cock through the fabric. She grabbed at it as best as she could through the shorts and seemed to lose control of what she was doing. Her grip would tighten, then loosen with hard rubbing, then grip it again, all the while trying to devour my mouth. I moved my hand lower to the back of her upper thigh. The skin so warm and oh so soft. Without a thought, I moved it back to her ass, but my hand slipped below the loose leg of those baggy shorts. I found skimpy cotton panties, and once again, squeezed her ass, bringing from her a seemingly desperate moan. Suddenly, as if waking from a dream, she seemed to realize what she was doing. She seemed embarrassed and pulled back. She grabbed my forearm at the bottom of her shorts and pulled my hand from underneath. She lay back, flat on the bed and smiled an embarrassed smile and put her hands to her face. In a moment, breathing started to return to normal. The embarrassed smile graduated to giggles, and we soon were back to playful conversation. Moments passed, and her face changed yet again. It was almost trance like, as she pulled me down to her to kiss again. This time it escalated more quickly, and she was rubbing and pulling at my cock through my shorts even harder than before. My free hand found her braless breast through the t-shirt; nipple feeling like a pebble under my palm as I gently squeezed. Mouths hungrily moving together, breaking slightly for sighs, just to be joined again with dueling tongues. I found her nipple with my thumb and rubbed across it, and her hand sought the waistband of my shorts. She reached down the front of the shorts, immediately below the waistband of my boxers, and grasped for my cock. When her dainty fingers clasped around my cock with a firm grip, I let out a low, long moan of pleasure. And just like that, her trance was once again broken; her now familiar embarrassed reaction returned. I was starting to feel frustrated, but always the gentleman, I kept my smile, and touched her face to reassure her that it was alright. To go on in detail would be a bit like the movie Groundhog Day, where the same events occur time and time again. The same sort of loss of control occurred twice more that night, with hands getting slightly more adventurous with each episode. My hand was at the very top of her inner thigh, so close to her pussy that I could feel the heat and moisture when she stopped us for the final time before sleep overtook us both. I woke first, taking a moment to appreciate the casual view laying next to me. Seeing her nipples poking through my old t-shirt gave me a stir; an added shot of hardness to my already aching morning erection. I was tempted to touch them, but the memory of being stopped multiple times just hours before made me think better of it. It would be a bad day in paradise if she woke up and felt like she was being taken advantage of. So I climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. I returned with a towel. She was starting to move and just opening her eyes, and I asked her if she wanted to take a shower. She gave me a shy smile, and nodded, reaching for the towel. I headed back down the hall to the bathroom, grabbing my own towel. I still needed my shower. The door was open just a bit, and she pushed it the rest of the way, standing in the door frame with only her towel wrapped around her. It was a stunning sight. Her hair unbrushed, flowing wildly to her bare shoulders. The tightly wrapped towel had pushed her little breasts together, teasing me with a hint of cleavage. It hung to her upper thighs, just inches below her pussy. Sweet, smooth thighs. I had just removed my shirt when she opened the door. Now standing only in my shorts, my cock stirred once more. As she stepped in, I began to slide my shorts down my legs. She could now see the cock she had in her hand in the darkness. She looked at me with a surprised nervousness. I realized then that she thought she would be showering in privacy. I kicked my shorts to the corner to join my shirt and turned on the water, taking a moment to adjust the temperature. She stood still, looking hesitant, and I reached for her arm. I pulled her gently to me and touched her face. With a little grin, I loosened the towel, and she made no move to stop it falling from her body. I placed it on the rail, and took a fleeting moment to drink in the sight of this naked little body in front of me. Knowing she was already apprehensive, I made a conscious effort not to stare, acting unphased, as if this was the normal course of business. We were standing too close for me to have a very good look at her pussy, but I thought it looked as though she was shaven, with a little bit of stubble. I ushered her into the shower, allowing her to step in first. Behind her, my cock was now semi-erect, and growing. Under the spray of warm water, I wrapped my arms around her from behind and stepped against her, pulling her to me in a hug. Our difference in height put my cock at the small of her back, pressing against her as it grew to a full state of arousal. I reached for the soap, taking a half step back. I lathered up my hands, keeping the soap in one hand as I began to apply it to her upper arms. Moving toward her shoulders, she took her hair, pulling it up and moving it aside so I my hands could glide over her shoulders and neck. I washed down her back, and one side at a time, cupped her ass, stopping shy of slipping my fingers further beneath to make contact with her pussy. With my hand that I held the soap in, I reached around to her belly, pulling her back into me, my cock now slipping and sliding against her lower back. The other hand glided from her waist to her breast, cupping it briefly, before allowing my fingers to close in, covering it, brushing over her nipple. Soap changed hands, and as I soaped her other breast and I gently pinched her nipple between slippery finger and thumb. Even under the running water, I could hear her sigh at the attention she was now receiving. My hand made the inevitable journey from her breast, down her tummy, to her mound where I found the evidence of what I thought I saw; a neglected shave. The rough texture in contrast to the slipperiness of the soap and water only increased my arousal, highlighting the fact that my fingers had finally reached what I had desired so urgently during the night. To reach her pussy I had to bend my knees, lowering my body, and now the length of my cock was sliding up and down between the cheeks of her firm ass. When my hips made involuntary movements, to further grind my cock against her ass, she made a loud gasp, then a moan as she turned to face me, standing tip toed, and pulling my face to hers for a passionate kiss. My bent forward position now robbed my cock of the contact with her body. She broke the kiss, and once again stood flat on her feet. She took both of my arms in her hands and pulled me around to stand in front of her, facing away as she was just a minute before. She took the soap from me and started washing my back, but she showed little interest in making sure it was thoroughly washed. It was a token gesture, a means to press her body to mine and reach around with both hands. She had put down the soap, and now one hand cupped my balls and the other started at the base of my cock, gripping tightly and slowly slipping over its length, all the way over the head until it squeezed free. Immediately, her other hand was at the base of my cock, repeating the same slow motion, and now she had both hands at work. As one reached the tip of my cock, the other started at the base, making a constant tight, slippery, pulling sensation that made my cock head almost painfully sensitive. I braced myself, both arms up, hands against the shower wall. The water had rinsed away the soap from my back, where she now planted little kisses and licks as her hands slowly built up the beautiful agony that consumed me. I had to see her again. I had to touch her soft, warm little body. I needed to kiss her. I turned, forcing one hand free from my cock. As I faced her, she repositioned her other hand to grip it firmly once again. I bent at my knees, so our bodies would be in full contact as I kissed her. Our mouths together in almost frantic passion, she rubbed my hyper-sensitive cock head down her mound, scraping along the stubble of her shaven pubic hair, creating a shock that nearly pushed me over the edge. She pushed it to the slit of her pussy, and spread one leg just enough to slip the head between her folds. Having just experienced the harshness of her scruffy mound, the silky smooth wetness dripping from her lips was such a soothing pleasure that I broke our kiss with a long, deep groan escaping my lips. She whimpered, and before I knew what was happening, she jumped. I mean she actually jumped, wrapping her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist. My cock head still between the slippery lips of her pussy, it pivoted up with her movement and as her ankles locked over my ass, her pussy engulfed my cock completely in an instant. Never before, and never since, had I penetrated a pussy in one swift stroke, and the experience took my breath for a moment as she feverishly rocked her hips, riding my cock and grinding her clit against me like a woman possessed. I supported her with my hands under her ass, and she completely lost it, moving in rapid thrusts; her breathing sharp and ragged with whimpers and moans. The pent up tension from the night before had caught up with us, and exploded the form of her rapid orgasm. Having never seen a woman cum so fast, her pussy quivering uncontrollably on my cock, and the relentless teasing I had endured the entire night all came together in a perfect storm of explosive passion. My cock twitched and filled with a surge of blood to become harder than I could ever remember. An involuntary thrust of my hips and the unbelievable sensitivity at the head of my cock warned me that an explosion inside this hot, slick little quivering pussy was imminent. To this day, I don't understand how I was able to pull a clear thought from my head at that moment. Every ounce of my body was engulfed in a heated passion, but something shook me to enough consciousness to realize that I did not really know this girl, did not know if she used birth control, and we were frantically fucking without a condom. I began to lower my arms, but her ankles remained locked as she experienced one last shudder of her orgasm, and then her legs dropped to the floor. Her pussy released its grip on my cock as she descended and it slipped out at the very instant of my eruption. We held tight to each other, as I shook, my cock pressed against her mound, thrusting against the stubble, coaxing the most intense orgasm of my life. My cum coated her mound, lessening the roughness, and my cock slowly began to soften. We kissed softly then, and looked into each others eyes. She smiled a shy little grin, and once again held me tight. As the hot water started to run out, I picked up the soap, and we quickly helped each other clean up, washed our hair, and narrowly avoided a cold shower. She wrapped her towel around her again, and I dried off. I took the towel from her body again and admired her form for just a moment before gently drying her body for her. I saw this little fire cracker again the next day. We embraced in a friendly hug, and I started to bend to give her a kiss, but she backed away with a nervous look on her face, but still smiling. I puzzled for a few seconds, but just smiled back and asked her how she was doing. She answered with standard casual pleasantries. Another guy stepped up to her side, and smiled at me, extending his arm for a handshake. She then introduced me to her fiancé.