3 comments/ 12217 views/ 7 favorites Meeting Offline By: JerseyGirlBcom Holding the steering wheel with both hands she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her heart was racing. Robin was sitting in her car, in the parking lot of the local bar. She had never been more nervous to meet someone in her life. Robin had been talking to Tyler for more than six months online. They began by exchanging messages on the dating website, they had progressed to text messages, and even had been talking nightly for the last month and a half. She enjoyed Tyler. She found him funny, witty, charming, and drop dead gorgeous. For some reason, he expressed the same about her. He showered her with compliments and made it a point to contact her frequently. However, the fact that they had met each other on a bondage dating website was causing Robin more anxiety that she ever thought possible. She had been online dating for years. This was not her first rodeo. She had met plenty of people off the internet. Tyler, Tyler was different. The circumstances for some reason upped the ante. They had agreed to meet at the bar, have a few drinks, and see if the chemistry they shared online, via text, and in phone calls was actually there. She took one more deep breath and turned the key, killing the music in her car. It was time to bite the bullet and go through with it. She couldn't just stand him up. Stepping out of the car, Robin smoother her hair, and ran her hand over the leather, knee-length, pencil skirt Tyler had picked out. When they had begun discussing meeting in person, Tyler asked if he could select her outfit. Robin began online shopping and sending him options. She purchased what he recommended. So there she stood. She had on a tight red V-neck short sleeved shirt, that really accented her 36 C breasts, the leather pencil skirt, and patent leather, black, 4inch heels. She wore her auburn curly hair loose and down, as Tyler had requested. The only thing she wore that Tyler had not requested, was the neon pink lacy bra and panty set. She wasn't sure if she and Tyler would do any play tonight but from the way the talked, if he was anything like he was online, she would be more than into it. Due to the heel height, Robin walked slowly toward the bar door. Tyler had texted her that he had already arrived. He told her that he would be wearing a red button-down shirt with blue jeans. So she scanned the small bar for the man she had been talking to for six months in a red shirt and jeans. She spotted him at the end, in the corner, with a bottle of beer in his hand. He was smiling and chatting with another patron. Robin felt her entire body get hot. It was now or never. Her heart pounded. Tyler had an amazing smile, beautiful white teeth, and it lit up his face. He had an olive complexion with black hair and hazel eyes. He was short, no more than five foot eight and stocky. However, from the pictures and web cam chats they had, Robin knew that he was all muscle. Robin was five foot five, so she would be an inch taller than him in the heels. As she began to approached, they locked eyes. She could feel a sort of pull toward him. The smile on his face seemed to change and he took a swig of his beer. The other person must have continued to talk to him because he nodded. However, he did not take his eyes off her as she approached. He held his hand up and hopped off his stool. Robin saw there was an empty one behind him that she hadn't noticed before. He approached her with his arms out stretched. Robin gulped as the distance between them closed and he hugged her tightly. "You look amazing." He whispered in her ear. Stepped back she blushed and brushed some hair behind her ear. "Thank you. You look great too." Taking her hand he nodded and began to lead her back toward the empty stools. He gestured for her to sit in the stool against the wall before returning to the one he was seated in. He turned toward her and sipped his beer. "Something to drink?" "Um. Sure." Robin looked to get the bartenders attention and asked for a wine. "My tab John." Tyler called after him. "Thank you again." He smiled and held her hand. "Any time little one." She blushed. He had begun calling her little one in their first email exchanged. She loved how it sounded, especially in his deep voice. "You did well. The outfit, it fits you perfectly." She thanked the bartender and took a sip of the pinot grigio. "You keep complimenting me. I am getting embarrassed." He chuckled and stroked her hand. "Calm down little one. It's just us. No different than when we talk on the phone." She nodded. She had met plenty of men offline, and he was right. It was no different than any of those times. However, Tyler was the first person she met from the bondage website. He was the first person that she had met that knew her deepest secrets and desires. It was scary to think how well he knew her without having ever officially met her. They chatted about little things, sports teams they enjoyed, shows they watched, and the basics of first dates. Her friend texted her fifteen minutes after the start of the date. It was her safe call. She excused herself to go to the ladies room to call her friend, which was the protocol to let her friend know that Tyler was not an ax murderer. Tyler grabbed her arm and squeezed it as she hopped off the bar stool. Her heart skipped a beat at the touch and she looked up into his eyes. They had gone from natural and relaxed to having a somewhat menacing glimmer. "While you are in the ladies room, remove your panties. I want you to give them to me little one." She blushed at the request. They had discussed this. She had agreed to do this. She liked the idea in theory and now her heart was pounding again, just when she was feeling relaxed, he had upped the ante. "Yes Sir." She whispered. He released her arm with a smile. She didn't realize she was holding her breath until he let her go. She let out an exhale and trotted toward the ladies room. Robin quickly called her friend. She assured her she was safe. She shared the location of the bar, the name, and described what Tyler was wearing to her friend. This was all meant to provide the cops with information in the event Tyler wanted to kidnap and kill her, against her will. Robin felt sure that Tyler was not that kind of person, but one couldn't be too sure. After she ended the call, Robin sat in the staff for a moment. Could she go through with it? Could she take off her panties and hand them to Tyler. They had discussed it. It was a symbolic gesture. For his part, it was his way to let her know that he was interested in pursuing more with her. If she were to give them to him, it was her signal that she would accept moving beyond the first meeting with him. Closing her eyes again, she decided to jump into the pool of dominance and submission with both feet. She pulled her skirt up and began to pull her panties down. She felt her pussy beginning to warm up. The idea of agreeing to this symbol, engaging in this gesture, was both arousing and scary. Robin pulled her skirt back down and balled the panties into her hand. She had shaved her pussy, per Tyler's request, bald. She had noticed over the last few weeks that she had become more sensitive, more aware of her sex this way. Without panties, it was like being hyper aware. She sauntered out of the bathroom with her head held high. She was trying to portray confidence, as if she didn't have her panties in her hand. She wanted the world to see her as this strong woman. However, she knew she was about to embark on an adventure with Tyler that would strip her of all her power. Returning to the stool she met his eyes. They were intense. For a moment, Robin thought she saw a bit of fear in Tyler. He held out his hand and slowly Robin handed him her wad of panties. Robin climbed onto her stool as he held his fist closed. He leaned forward, his head against hers, his mouth pressed against her ear. She could feel his hot breath on her, and her skin tingled, goose pimpled, it was very erotic. "Good girl." She shivered. That phrase, he had used it often during their phone calls when they got particularly naughty. She loved that as much as little one. It struck a chord in her. There were times that she thought she would do anything to hear him say that to her. They finished their drinks and Tyler hopped off his bar stool. At first she thought he was just going to excuse himself to the restroom. However, he extended his hand and slapped a twenty on the bar. Robin tilted her head and took his hand. She slid off her stool and he led her out of the bar. They had only discussed going for a drink. Where was he taking her now? "Where - " "Shhhh..." he held a finger to his lips and led her out of the bar. They were in a shopping plaza. There was a gap between two stores and Tyler led her there. Once out of sight, Tyler pushed her against the wall hard. Robin gasped and he covered her mouth with his. The intensity of the kiss made Robin weak in the knees. Tyler pinned her arms above her head and pressed his hard body against hers. Her uncovered hot sex pulsed as he slipped his tongue over her lips and into her mouth. She heard herself moan into his kiss. Their tongues began a dance between their two mouths. Her body shivered, she could feel her arousal mounting as his hands slid down her arms, her sides, and gripped her hips. Robin kept her arms above her head where he left them. Tyler broke the kiss and smiled at her. She felt as if he had stolen her breath. She wobbled slightly and he chuckled at her. He took her hand and they continued on their way. They walked through the plaza toward the movie theater. It was nearly ten o'clock. Tyler purchased tickets for the last showing of a movie that was released the week previous. He escorted her into the empty theater and they sat in the back row of the theater. As the previews began to play, Tyler put his arm around Robin and she snuggled against him. His other arm was bent and she felt his fingers against her breast. She looked at him startled and he kissed her gently. His wide fingers rubbed against her breast until they found her nipple. Robin's nipples began to harden instantly. His fingers grazed her erect nipple. He gently began to pinch and pull at them slightly. Robin's breathing began to quicken and becoming audible. Tyler used his hand to turn her head again and push her closer to him. Their mouths met again. He kissed her harder this time, aggressively. She moaned again into his kiss. He nibbled at her lower lip and pressed his tongue over hers. She shivered when she felt his hand slip under her shirt and pull the cups of her bra down. She pulled away from the kiss and looked around. The theater was empty. He turned her head back to him and met her eyes. "Little one, trust me." She nodded and he kissed her forehead. His hand began to knead her breast and she closed her eyes. She had never been groped in a move theater before. She had been kissed but never groped. His hand disappeared from her shit and she missed it. Opening her eyes she saw that his hand was in his pocket. He smiled at her in the darkness, the light from the movie screen being the only way she could see him. From his pocket, Tyler pulled out a pair of metal nipple clamps. Robin's eyes went wide and she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. She had told him her nipples were sensitive. He had told her he had bought her the nipple clamps as a present. Keeping eye contact with her, he slid his hand under her shirt again and she closed her eyes. The bite and burn of the first clamp on her right nipple caused her to whine. The second one hurt just as much, but was less of a surprise. Tyler pulled the cups of her bra back up and patted both her breasts playfully. He nuzzled into her neck and kissed the crook of her neck, up to her earlobe. She felt a slight tug that sent a sharp pain through her nipples down to her sex. "Good girl." He whispered. Tyler's hand went to her knee, where the hem of her skirt ended. Sliding his hand up her thigh the skirt went with him. He flicked his tongue against her earlobe and sucked into his mouth. Each time he exhaled it was gentle in her ear and caused shivers down her spine. His hand slid between her thighs, and made contact with her slit. Robin let out another loud gasping moan. She threw her head back. She had never let a man get so intimate with her so fast. Tyler had spent the most time talking to her before she met. She had agreed to all these things. They had talked about everything. And now she was living out a fantasy of hers. "You are so wet little one." "Yes Sir." Robin nodded as she replied in a breathy voice. "Good girl." Tyler dipped a finger between her folds and found the opening to her sex. He swirled his finger around before pulling his hand back. Robin watched as he stuck the finger into his mouth and sucked a bit smiling. "So sweet." She blushed and hung her head. No one had ever been so blatant before with her. No one had ever told her she tasted sweet. She was both uncomfortable and aroused. She was also loving every minute of it. Over her shirt, Tyler reached for the chain between the nipple clamps. It had gone from an intense burning sting to a dull ache. That was, until Tyler pulled the chain a bit and the burn returned. Robin tightened her lips trying not to squeal. "We have the theater to ourselves. Go ahead let me hear it." He tugged again. This time Robin let her head fall back and she let out a squeal as she squeezed her legs together. Her clit was throbbing. She was so turned on. "You ready little one?" "Yes Sir." She had told him her fantasy. He was merely following her dream. Tyler was merely playing out what she had told him. Tyler got up from his seat and walked out of the theater. After a few minutes, Robin did the same. She looked around the hall and saw no employees. Her face read, and her anxiety high, Robin walked into the mens rest room. He grabbed her hair and tugged her inside. Tyler turned the lock on the bathroom and pushed her against the cold tile wall. His mouth covered hers and he forced his tongue into her mouth. She groaned as he pinned her hands above her head with one hand and tugged her shirt up with the other. Tyler pulled the chain and she whined into his mouth. He tugged her bra cups down. Slowly he released one clamp and the blood rushing back to her nipple caused Robin to squeal again into his mouth. He kissed her harder and released her other nipple. Taking the clamps off hurt just as much, if not more, than they did putting them on. He tucked them in his pocket and then began to man handle her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded one than the other. Robin's shirt was up around her neck, her breasts were pulled from her bra cups and she was panting to catch her breath. Tyler released her wrists, and began to pull her skirt up. He turned her, facing the wall. Robin pressed her bare breasts against the ceramic tile and shivered. He face turned, her cheek rest against the wall as well. Tyler pulled her hips out, so that her ass was out. He dug his fingers into her flesh. Hr rubbed her ass cheeks before he began to swat them. The sting ricocheted through her body with each swat. Each time his hands came down on one cheek or the other, Robin could feel the heat rise and her skin turning red. She whimpered with each hit. Her clit throbbed with each sting. He hit the same mark each time. She could feel the welt forming after he got to 20. He rubbed her now sensitive hot flesh and kissed the back of her neck. Tyler took a first full of her hair at the back of her neck and pulled down. Her chin went up and her head back back. "Naughty girl. You let a complete stranger feel you up and spank you in a movie theater bathroom." She blushed. It was true. He was a stranger and she was letting him do this to her. "Yes Sir." She whispered. "You're a nasty slut aren't you?" His free hand dipped between her thighs and he began to rub her sex. The side of his index finger began to stroke her slit, sliding in the moisture he had created. Robin bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. It was driving her nuts. "Yes Sir." Tyler thrust two fingers up into her sex and Robin howled. Her pussy eager pulsed around his fingers as he slowly pushed then in and out of her body. She parted her legs more allowing him more access to her. She heard him chuckle in her ear as he bit down on her lobe. "Nasty little whore you are. I bet I could fuck you right here couldn't I? Right over the urinal? Maybe put your head in the toilet? Couldn't I, slut." "Yes! Oh God! Yes Sir. Yes." He had quickened his pace with each suggestion. His fingers were rubbing against her g-sport and she was trembling. It was so hot. She was terrified they would get caught but she was so turned on by what he was saying by what he was doing. Tyler was touching her just how she had imagined. He was pressing her and treating her just like she fantasized. Robin planted her palms against her wall and moaned loudly. She began to lose herself in the moment. She could feel the world drifting away. She could feel her focus shifting to only Tyler, to his voice, to his touch, to the sensations he was offering her. Quickly, Tyler removed his fingers her from dripping pussy, and spun her around to face him again. His hand still in her hair he pushed her down. Easily, Robin went to her knees. Instinctively, she knew what to do. She was playing the part of a slut. Her hands came up and she undid his jeans. Reaching inside she pulled her hard cock out. It was perfect. It was long, at least seven inches, thick, veiny, and throbbing. She pressed her lips together and began to kiss the tip of his cockhead. Her tongue slipped over the slit in his cock and she sampled the bead of pre-cum oozing from him. She heard him groan as she opened her lips and sucked just the mushroomed tip into her mouth. His one hand was in her hair, but not offering any direction, just holding her hair. As she suckled his cock head, Robin raised her eyes to meet his. His other hand was up to his mouth. He was sucking his fingers, the ones that had been inside her. He was tasting her again. Their eyes locked as Robin slid her mouth down taking more of his shaft into her mouth. Robin began to bob her head back and forth on his cock. Each downward thrust she took more and more of him into her mouth. As she got more than half way down, he started to enter into her throat. She closed her eyes then and pushed her head further. His cock slipped into her throat, it spasmed around him, and she gagged slightly. This sent a shiver through him and he groaned more. Tyler tightened his grip on her hair and began to move her head back and forth. He would hold her down on his cock, so that her nose was against his stomach for a few seconds before pulling her back. Drool began to slide down her chin the more he did this. The deeper his cock went into her throat the more her eyes teared, her nose ran, and the drool flowed. After a few minutes, Tyler pulled her up to her feet. Still with a fist full of her hair, Tyler led her to the counter. In the mirror she could see that her makeup was ruined. Her mascara had dripped to black lines down her cheeks. Her lipstick was smeared across her face. She looked like a true slut. Tyler bent her over on the counter. She heard the sound of a wrapper being ripped, and then bam. He grunted and she let out a loud moan. Tyler's full veiny length was inside her. Her breasts pressed into the counter and he began to pump in and out of her. She watched his reflection in the mirror. He released her hair and gripped her shoulders. Tyler pulled her back against him as he thrust forward. His eyes were on hers in the mirror as he pounded her pussy hard. Meeting Offline "Cum for me slut. Cum now." He demanded. Keeping her eyes on him, Robin gripped the counter. He had been teasing her all week. He had been instructing her to play with herself to the point of orgasm but telling her not to cum. She had not had an orgasm in almost two weeks. She was wound up tight. Tyler had given her permission and she was damn sure going to cash in. Her body tightened, the head radiated through her chest up to her face. She opened her mouth and no sound came out. Her eyes locked on his in the mirror she felt it wash over her. The feeling of ultimate release as her orgasm rolled through her. His cock buried so far inside her she thought he would come out of her mouth. Tyler's orgasm wasn't long after hers. She felt him swelling inside her. She felt him tighten and then the release. He growled loudly and held her back against him. Despite the condom she could feel his cock pulse within her as he sprayed his cum into the condom. He bent down, gasping for breath, over her. He kissed the back of her neck. Both of them were sweaty. Tyler laced his fingers into hers on the counter and kissed her ear lobe. "Good girl. Let's go finish the movie." "I don't even know what we are seeing." "Neither do I."