4 comments/ 17424 views/ 6 favorites Meeting Richard By: Tristessa28 She was too good. Really, when you got right down to it, that's always what the problem was. She was nice, so people walked all over her. She was smart, so people expected her to be able to handle anything. She was pretty, so men felt it was their duty to hit on her. Alex couldn't help but laugh as that thought crossed her mind, wondering how far it was possible to stretch the truth before it simply wasn't true anymore. Not that she didn't think she was attractive, or that she didn't have men hitting on her, it just wasn't the type of thing that caused any sort of problems with her daily life. Truth be told, she would honestly be ok with it causing a few more problems than it was. Currently, she was standing in front of the mirror, analyzing every aspect of her body and her outfit. Her new, short, hairstyle wasn't traditionally feminine, but with the soft details of her face and her delicate bone structure she looked more elegant than butch.The soft, honey colour also helped in that regard. Her makeup was simple and classy, drawing attention to her large blue eyes and small rose lips. Her outfit was simple - a white, strapless dress with a wide green belt hugging her just under the swell of her breasts. It had the effect of both making her small breasts appear larger and her waist a touch smaller. Alex's greatest insecurity about her body was her lack of womanly curves. Her petite figure wasn't exactly boyish, but it wasn't voluptuous either. She lacked the motivation and drive to really be slim and athletic looking, but wasn't prone to indulgence either. The dress hugged the few curves she had, skimming down over the flare of her hips and dipping in just slightly below the curve of her ass. Her mother once joked that mother nature got mixed up and put what was supposed to be in Alex's breasts into her ass. Alex didn't find it very amusing. Still, a girl had to work with what she had. The expanse from mid thigh to her feet was covered in nothing but sun kissed skin - regardless of how appealing they might be, she refused to wear stockings in summer. The hardest decision she had to make before leaving the house was what to put on her feet. Heels, obviously, to extend the line of the leg and make her look taller. There was, however, a limit to how tall a woman who barely measure 5 feet could look. On top of that, there was going to be dancing, and she expected to be on her feet most of the night. With that in mind, a pair of green slingbacks with a reasonable 2" heel. Not quite come fuck me shoes, but still very appealing. With one last look in the mirror, she took a deep green ribbon and wrapped it securely at the base of her throat, tying a neat bow to the side, the ends of the ribbon brushing over her shoulder. With one final kiss to the mirror, she headed out the door, the butterflies in her stomach threatening to lift her off her feet. Tonight, Alex was going to stop being good. In fact, she had plans to be very, very bad. The club was dark, which she expected. The number of people stuffed into the space, especially on the dance floor, was also not surprising. In fact, the only thing that was surprising to Alex was how normal it felt. Thus far, The Cave - rumored to be the best place in the city for anonymous sex - was no more exciting, or enticing, than any other club she would have gone to. Still, not one to waste an opportunity, Alex was determined. As she danced, she pressed against the men around her, letting out moans of approval as their hands skimmed over her breasts or squeezed the firmness of her ass. She let her hands explore freely any body that seemed receptive of her touch, and more than once caressed a neck or a back with her lips as well as her fingertips. Somehow, an hour later, she still found herself alone at the bar. She was doing her best not to pout, watching the orgy on the dance floor, so many bodies, writhing, grinding, seeking out touch, pleasure, whatever they could get. As much as she wanted to think her panties were wet, the reality was not nearly as exciting. She was fairly certain her breasts and ass were bruised from all the rough groping, and she hadn't even had the joy of being aroused by it. "You're trying too hard." a voice said over her shoulder. In fact, it was so close it startled her, making her jump slightly. So close, that to turn her head would be awkward. After her time on the dance floor she had been sure her concept of personal space had been completely demolished, and yet right now it was feeling thoroughly invaded. The man behind her moved back, just far enough that Alex wasn't sure if he was laughing until she turned around and saw his smile. She was immediately aware that he was not what she was looking for. He was older, possibly doubling her own 25 years. The bristle on his cheeks was more than a 5 o'clock shadow, his jeans and t-shirt were neither fitted nor rippled in the right places. The only thing she noted with approval was his height - sitting at the bar he was still taller than she was standing. Suddenly aware that her staring could be mistaken for checking him out, she dropped her eyes to the floor, then turned her head back around, trying to figure out the best way to get back into the crowd. "I said you're trying to hard." The man spoke again, this time not moving from where he sat. "You go back out there like you were before....you may get fucked, but you won't get what you want." He told her, almost mockingly. Something about the way he said it, or the way he looked at her, or just the way he was, made Alex uncomfortable. In reality, getting fucked was exactly what she wanted. Unless this man was trying to pitch Jesus to her, he was completely off the mark. "How do you know getting fucked isn't exactly what I want?" she asked as defiantly as she could, hoping he didn't notice the way she lingered on the word fucked, paying attention to how the rarely used word hung on her lips. The man only smiled at her, rubbing a large worn hand over the bristles of his cheek, the way his eyes moved up and down her body making her simultaneously feel humiliated and alluring. "If that was what you really wanted, you'd be on that dance floor letting them touch your body, rather than sitting here wondering why they can't touch your mind." He informed her. It took a few seconds before Alex realized her mouth was open. At least, it felt like a few seconds, and her body betrayed her with a deep blush to her pale skin. She was thankful for the dim lighting, hoping it would go unnoticed, but something in the mans look made her think that it was seen. Before she had a chance to respond, the stranger finished his drink and stood. Alex watched as he followed some invisible path through the crowd, heading toward the door. Before she realized what she was doing, Alex followed after him, pushing her way through the people, gasping when she finally made it through the door. "Wait!" she called an instant before realizing he was simply standing there, an amused smile curving his thin lips. "Oh." was all she could come up with as a recovery before breaking out her best smile. "Well, since you seem to know better, what would you suggest?" She inquired, lifting her chest. She looked at him seductively. It was her plan to get laid tonight, and she was going to do anything in her power to make that happen. The man took two steps toward her, almost challenging her to back away. She held her ground, holding his eye for a moment as he towered over her. He leaned in slowly, she felt her blush returning and moved her eyes down to the ground, suddenly wondering what she had been thinking. "I don't just fuck around, little girl, " He informed her. His voice sounded all leather and whisky, smooth and seductive with a bit of edge. "Can't find what you want in there, come with me, I'll make sure you don't regret it." He taunted her. He extended his hand. Large and rough, worn with years of hard work, a good symbol for the man himself. She reached out, feeling a need to run her fingers over the skin, to sample how it felt. It wasn't until his hand closed around hers that she realized what her action meant. Suddenly Alex, good girl Alex, with her 3.9 GPA and her inability to go past second base until she was finished with her undergrad, was walking down the street at 1 a.m., hand in hand with a strange man to an undisclosed destination. As that thought fully formed in her head she was caught between the excitement of the moment and wanting to to tun and run. As if sensing her sudden clarity, the man slowed his pace and looked at her, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. "Don't worry, sweet little thing, I'm not going to fuck you tonight. Tonight, unless you specifically ask, I won't even touch you. My apartment is two blocks from hear, corner of 29th and Mason. Call or text someone and tell them where you are. Tell them you will be home at 3. My name is Richard Wallace." He stated in an effort to help ease her mind. Until he finished speaking Alex was only aware that it was the third time he had said fuck. Every time he said it she had felt a strange pull just behind her navel. He used it as it was meant to be used, not as a random noun, verb, or adjective. When he said fuck there was no question of meaning. Her mind didn't leave that thought and catch up to the rest of the conversation until she realized he was still looking at her expectantly. He gave the smallest of nods and she reached into her bag for her phone, releasing his hand just long enough to send off a text. The apartment was not what Alex anticipated. It was on the second floor of a high end building, complete with doorman. Inside, she was lead into a spacious sitting room. It was obviously a man's house - leather couches, large TV, very little hanging on the walls and no knickknacks. Still, it felt comfortable and warm, especially with the rich chocolate colour on the walls. Richard walked past her and sat in an over sized chair on one side of the room. Alex stood watching for a moment, feeling suddenly nervous and awkward. Taking a breath, she took a step toward him, only to be stopped by a raised hand and firm voice. "Stop. You haven't even told me your name. I haven't explained why you're here. Right now you've got easy access to the door, there's no way I could stop you if you want to leave." He paused for a moment, letting the words sink in. Alex opened her mouth to speak and he held up his hand again, giving a little smirk as her lips closed again. "You are free to leave at any time. However, the longer you stay, the more will be expected of you. I will not fuck you tonight. That's a promise, but that doesn't mean I can't make our time enjoyable." He said in a firm, yet comforting tone. As he spoke he was watching Alex with an intensity that made her stomach flip and did nothing to ease her awkwardness. Looking down to break the spell, she nodded her head slightly. "Alright, I understand." She said, looking back up to meet his expectant gaze. "Um, can I sit down?" She asked. He nodded his head and sat back in his chair, Alex sat on the end of the couch furthest away from him, slowly glancing between him and the door, curious as to what he thought would make her want to bolt, why he would give her such a warning. "You still haven't told me your name?" His voice broke, through her thoughts. She wondered for a moment why she had thought it so rough at first. "Oh, um, Alex. I'm a student. Well, mostly a student, studying language development, but I also work with developmentally delayed kids through the school system. I'm almost finished with my masters. But then I don't know what I'll do. My parents want me to move back home but I love the city and already have a job. They miss me. No brothers or sisters so they're having a hard time with me growing up. Even tho I'm already grown up and have been for a few years now. Moved out when I was 18. I'm 25 now, so you think they'd be used to it." She nervously informed him. Suddenly aware of her blabbering, and the fact that he was doing nothing to stop her, she looked up from her hands, eyes meeting his. He smiled at her, looking thoughtful. At some point during her run on sentence he had leaned forward, elbows resting on his strong thighs. "A pleasure to meet you Alex. Glad to hear you've done so well with your studies, and it seems you're already on a good path for your career. That's good to hear, not every graduate is able to transition so easily from what they learned to what they do." He stated. He sat back in his chair again, not taking his eyes off of her. "You seem nervous. Can you tell me why? Please, be honest, there is nothing I value more than honesty." He said, trying to help her relax. "Well, it's just." Alex tried to come up with a good reason to explain away her feelings, then took a breath for courage and decided to just do as he asked. "I just don't do this. I don't go out to clubs looking for hookups. I don't follow strange men home. Ah, no offense." He rose his hand to wave away her apology, smiling at the blush that went with it. "And then you're, well, not what I expected, and this isn't what I expected, and I guess my mind just hasn't caught up to reality yet." He only noded, taking a moment to think. "If this isn't what you do, and I'm not what you expected, then why are you here now?" Alex looked down at her hands again, taking time to ponder the question that had been on the edge of her thinking all night. Why had she gone after him, why had she followed him home, agreed to this chat. "You make me curious." She answered softly, more to herself than to him. "Go on." his voice probed gently. "You're, different. Direct. No games. Everything you say or do makes me ask more questions, but I know I won't get answers unless I do my part." She looked over at him, her eyes met a wide grin. "That's where you're wrong Alex. This whole thing is a game, and you're right, you need to play along. We each will have our roles to play, our own rules to follow. Stand up for me." Confused and slightly curious, Alex rose. Richard smiled at her again. "Why did you stand up? There was no context for the request. In fact, it wasn't even really a request, and yet there you are, standing." His voice had s light mocking tone to it that made Alex uncomfortable. She shifted her weight foot to foot then sat down again. "Please, Alex, answer the question. I think we have a lot to learn from each other." She felt her cheeks grow pink again, taking a moment to wonder how he could unnerve her so easily, "Well, I wanted to see where you were going, and it's not like there's any harm in standing up. Like you said, playing by the rules?" It came out as more of a question than she had intended. "And if I asked you to take off that pretty dress? To strip down and show me your cunt? What if I asked you to get on your knees and crawl across the floor, pretty Alex?" He paused, taking note of her wide eyes, the way her mouth gaped open just a bit, the way her hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her dress. "Would you still play along to see where it would go, see where I could take you." His eyes bore into hers until she looked away. "I, um, I, but," Alex stumbled over her words. Part of her wanted to get the hell out of the apartment, but there was another part too. A part of her flared to life, like a rush of hot water behind her navel, spreading out through her body. At this point she was more than curious, she was aroused. After all, he whole point of going out tonight was getting laid. She swallowed before answering. "I don't see how that could cause any harm either." Fidgeting with her fingers, she glanced back up at him, feeling a blush again when she met his hard gaze, sure he could somehow tell how wet she was. "Do it then." His voice was firm, strong, causing Alex's eyes to widen, her breath to catch, her heart to pound in her chest. "Show me your cunt girl." he continued when Alex hadn't moved, his voice lower, almost a snarl. That voice moved Alex, that warm feeling in her belly growing, causing her to swallow a whimper. She stood back on her feet, trembling hands lifting the hem of her dress, exposing the front of her purple panties underneath. For a moment she stood there, until he rose his eyebrows, his face unimpressed. "I might not have been clear, pretty Alex, so I'll say it again. Take off your dress, and show me your cunt. I want the only thing on your body to be that ribbon around your neck. Understood?" His voice was smooth as leather, deep and rich, and yet Alex couldn't deny the feeling of being chastised. She had no need to remind herself that this was what she wanted - her hands were working to pull the dress over her head from the moment he had finished speaking. She paused for a moment when the cool air of the room swept over her bare skin, her nipples hardening further as they gained freedom. A raised eyebrow from him was all it took for her to continue. Closing her eyes to gather her courage, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and wiggled them down. Standing exposed in front of him she felt a deep crimson blush spread over her cheeks an chest. Richard let his eyes slowly rake down her body, openly leering at her. He shifted forward in his chair to get a better look. His eyes lingered on her small breasts, barely a handful for him. They slowly traveled lower, over the slight swell of her tummy, stopping at he apex of her thighs, devouring the smooth creamy skin there with his eyes. She was breathing deep and slow, he could see her chest lift with each breath, her pert nipples rising and falling rhythmically. "Spread your cunt lips pretty Alex, let me see how wet you are. I know you've gotten when while we've been talking, I've seen it on your face. You were looking to play a slut tonight, this is your chance." Keeping her eyes closed, Alex ran her hands over her belly, rubbing her fingers over her outer lips, feeling a tug behind her navel, that same warm feeling spreading over her as she pulled her outer lips apart, her firm clit poking out into view. "Very nice girl, you have a lovely pussy. I want to see what you can do to it. Start stroking for me Alex, make yourself feel good." He pauses and watches her hands move, a satisfied smirk as she lets out a whisper of a moan. "That's it Alex....all those boys grinding against you, teasing you, but not giving you what you really wanted, what you needed. No no Alex, don't stop, keep going. Your needy little clit needs some attention, doesn't it. It wasn't enough at the club, not enough pressure, not enough attention, not in the right places. That's it Alex, rub, let me see your fingers dance around that clit." Richard watched her carefully, not just her hands, but her whole body. Her nipples were like pebbles, her breath coming in short gasps. He could see her abs tensing, her hips rocking gently. "Good girl, feels so good doesn't it. But it's still not enough. You wanted to be fucked tonight, you wanted a cock, didn't you." He smiled as she let out a whimper, her the movement of her hips more noticeable. "Your cunt feels empty doesn't it. Fill it with your fingers pretty girl." He kept his voice on the edge between encouragement and a taunt, tone moving closer to taunting as she complied, hunching her shoulders and sliding her fingers deep within her folds. "What a good girl you are, fingering your cunt for me. I'm not even touching you and I'm doing more for you than those boys at the club aren't I?" Alex felt an odd mixture of shame and excitement at his words, the excitement winning as she thrust her fingers more forcefully inside her slick passage. She had never masturbated in front of someone before, but she was not feeling any stage fright. Having a stranger watch and instruct was turning her on. Unashamed, her free hand moved to twist and pull at her left nipple. Meeting Richard Ch. 02 Alex woke slowly, clinging to the images and thoughts and feelings on the edge of her consciousness, sighing as they slipped away. She opened her eyes slowly to the sunlight streaming in her window. A flood of images from the night before flowed through her mind, making her whimper. Her fingers moved over her body under the covers, her skin still sticky from the sweat, the excitement. She tried to be ashamed of herself, but all she felt was arousal. She had gotten herself off while a strange man watched. No, not just watching, directing, commanding, and it was good. She wondered if he could tell how nervous she was, how excited. She wondered if he knew she had never cum that hard. Rolling in bed she reached over to her night table for his card. It contained only his name, address and number. There was so much she didn't know about him. She wondered if that was the point of a one night stand - the mystery, anonymity. At the same time, the thought of that being a one night stand weighed heavy on her. Having experienced it, she couldn't stand the thought of walking away from that intensity. She laid the card back on the table and made her way to the shower. The cool morning air and warm sunlight felt good on her naked skin as she walked past the open window. In the bathroom she took a minute to look over her naked form. She looked the same as the day before, with her small breasts and round, firm ass, but she felt different. Today she felt sexy, desirable. She smiled at herself, running a hand over her left breast and down past her navel, fingers brushing over her lower lips. She closed her eyes, remembering his voice as she touched herself, feeling his eyes on her body as she came in front of him. Holding that thought in her mind, Alex got into the shower. The hot water trickled against her skin and she let out a sigh of contentment. As she washed the sheen of sweat from her body, her mind kept going back to how it got there. She was tempted to repeat the event in the shower, her clit throbbed at the idea, but she resisted. For now she would just hold on to the memory. Besides, it was his presence, his direction that made is to amazing, on her own it just wouldn't be the same. All through her day Alex's thoughts kept going back to Richard, until, finally she could take no more. She laid in bed in the darkness of her room and replayed the scene in her mind. She felt the same tension, the same mixture of emotions. She let her thoughts wander as her fingers explored her depths, in her mind Richard was more active, standing close to her. She could feel his breath on her neck, it was his strong firm hands squeezing the bud of her breast, pinching the hard peak of her nipple. His voice was in her ear, telling her to touch, then changing, rougher, needier, expectant. In her mind Richard demanded she cum, then again, louder and more forceful. As her orgasm washed through her, she felt her whole body shake, her back arching, lifting her chest off the bed. She laid back on the bed, body sensitive, throbbing and satisfied, drifting off to sleep with delicious thoughts swirling in her mind. By the end of the day on Monday Alex felt like an addict. All day she had been distracted by thoughts of Richard and what had happened Saturday night. She couldn't focus in class, her mind wandering to his voice, how naked she felt under his gaze. She forced herself to push the thoughts aside at work, but it was a struggle as they kept returning. After supper she stripped down and fell into bed, her hands busy on her body, stroking, caressing, pinching. Now her thoughts contained not just the real images of Richard, but, also the one supplied by her fantasies. Exhausted after bringing herself to her second orgasm, Alex drifted off to sleep with Richard's voice still floating through her mind. Tuesday after work, Alex was sitting in her living room, phone in one hand, Richard's card in the other. All day long she had been distracted by him, wanting to hear his voice. She debated with herself, reading the numbers off the card again. Calling after only a few days may make her seem desperate. She laughed to herself, knowing she was desperate, he just didn't know that yet. She felt her stomach flip flop as she waited for him to answer, biting her lip when his voice came through the phone. "Hello?" Came his voice, through the phone. Alex cleared her throat, suddenly aware she was unable to talk. "Oh, ah, hi, Richard? This is, um, Alex, remember -" Her words trailing off. "Pretty girl, it's been 3 days." His voice was rough, but flat. She couldn't tell if he was happy she had called or not. "Oh, um, yeah, it has. Work, and school and, um -" she stumbled over her words until he cut her off again. "I was starting to think I wouldn't hear from you. I didn't like that thought." His voice was warmer now, the roughness caressing Alex's mind, bringing her fantasies back to the surface. "I'd like to spend more time with you Alex, there's so much we could experience together. I think you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He said in a firm but comforting tone. "Oh yes!" Alex squeaked out, unable to mask the excitement from her voice. She blushed deeply as she could hear his chuckle through the phone. "Good girl, I'm glad you're excited. Tonight we'll go for dinner, just get to know each other. I'm sure you have some questions. Meet me at the cafe two blocks from my apartment at 7, do you think you can find it?" He inquired. Questions were already swimming in Alex's mind, she swallowed them down. "Yes, I can get there, that will be no problem." Alex assured him. "Wonderful, I look forward to seeing you pretty Alex." His voice whispered in her ear before he hung up. Alex spent the hour getting ready. She showered, running her fingers over her body but not allowing herself to truly explore. By the time she had rubbed lotion into her soft, creamy skin she was practically buzzing with excitement. She had to continually remind herself that it was just dinner, nothing more, but her body refused to believe her. Choosing an outfit was difficult. She wanted something that showcased her assets, but not something too showy or dressy. Thankfully she had a nice collection of summer dresses. She chose a light blue cotton dress with yellow flowers embroidered around the edges. It was fitted to her waist and then flared out in a nice skirt, the hem resting at the top of her thighs. Had she been any taller than her petite five feet, the dress would have been much better suited as a top. This was one point when she was glad to be so small. She did her make-up simply - a bit of mascara and eyeshadow, some pink on her lips. If he was going to want her, it was for her self, not for an image she projected. She arrived at the cafe five minutes early and was surprised to see him already seated near a window with a steaming mug in front of him. Her cheeks felt warm and she replayed the conversation in her head, suddenly wondering if she had gotten the time wrong. She was about to sit down and apologize when he looked up, something in his eyes stopping her as she reached for the chair. "Pretty Alex, wonderful to see you again." His voice was warm and thick and made the butterflies in her tummy dance. "Please, sit down." he added with a nod. Alex sat across from him, taking a minute to get a good look. He was shaved today and looked younger than he had on Saturday night. She would still put him in his forties, but now on the lower end. He was dressed again in jeans and a t-shirt, but they were well fitted and it was obvious he was in good shape. His hair was a deep chestnut, but starting to lighten at the temples. Most intriguing were his eyes, a deep green. "I hope I'm not late or anything." she said, feeling the blush return to her cheeks. "No, Alex. Right on time. I was early. Felt better waiting for you here than sitting alone in my apartment. I was very glad to hear from you. After a few days, I was beginning to wonder if I hadn't made as much of an impression on you as I thought." Richard said. His eyes watched her reaction, his lips barley holding back a smile as he saw her blush deepen, her eyes flicker down to her hands. "Oh, you made an impression. I ah," she looked up at him, taking a breath. "To be completely honest I would have called sooner, much sooner, but I didn't want to seem desperate." Alex said, after looking down at the table. "Good girl, Alex." His soft voice caressed. She looked up, meeting his warm eyes. "I want you to always be honest with me, and open. You will never be shamed for honesty, There is no harm in speaking your mind, so long as you do it respectfully." He said as he smiled at her. "And there is nothing wrong with being desperate sometimes, for admitting there are things you want. In fact, admitting your desires is something I will want from you, should this continue." He said in a low voice, almost a whisper. The waitress interrupted as soon as Richard stopped talking and Alex was glad to have the excuse to pick up the menu, covering her red cheeks. With a smile, Richard asked for a few more minutes to decide on their orders. He stayed quiet while she looked through the menu, giving her a chance to calm her breathing and her heart rate. She tried to keep the images in her mind from swirling, the echo of him saying "desires" ringing in her ears. The waitress came back for their order, and with the menus out of the way Richard leaned forward in his seat. "Tell me what's been on your mind since you left Alex. Actually, I can tell you're nervous, so I'll start. I've been thinking about you, how responsive you were, how much it looked like you enjoyed yourself. I admit it was hard for me to keep my promise and not touch you, pretty girl, but I always keep my promises." Richard said in a soft, reassuring voice. Alex looked at him wide eyed as he gazed at her across the table. From his posture and voice it was impossible to tell he was talking about watching her masturbate. She fought to regain her composure, her thighs pressing together at the memories. "I ah..." She started. Then, as she took a breath, she moved her eyes from him, down to the floor. She didn't need to see his reaction as she spoke. "I really enjoyed it. It was actually the most erotic night of my life. I don't know how you did it but it was amazing and I haven't been able to get it out of my head. I've never, never ever done anything like that, I felt so, exposed, and I just had to do it. You weren't forcing me at all, but I had to keep going, had to do what you said. It was, following the rules I guess, but it felt more than that, like a compulsion." She stated, nervously. She looked up again when she had to take a breath, feeling a wave of embarrassment, both at her words and the blabbering rush in which they'd come out. Thankfully the waitress returned with their food and she had an excuse not to look up at him. "Alex, look at me," Richards voice broke through her thoughts. After only an instant of hesitation, her eyes rose. "Good girl. Now, what you're feeling, what you felt, is completely normal. This is something new and exciting, it's okay to feel a bit fixated on it. I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it." He smiled at her. Richard paused to take a bite of his lasagna. Alex blushed and looked down at her own food, the butterflies in her stomach making her question if the Alfredo pasta was a good idea. "I'm going to be direct with you Alex, and I want you to know you're free to leave at any time." Richard continued. "I'm a sexual dominant. I enjoy taking control of sexually submissive people. I find the things that turn them on, what make them excited and anxious and aroused and I use those things for our mutual enjoyment. I was aroused the other night not just because I had a beautiful girl naked and masturbating in front of me, but because you were responding to my commands. I was excited to tell you what to do, because being told what to do made you excited. Didn't it, pretty girl?" He asked rhetorically. Alex could only nod, pressing her thighs together again. Richard smiled at her and took another bite of his supper before continuing. "I would be honoured if we could spend more time together Alex. If you would let me guide you, we could explore what else you would enjoy. I know it's something new for you, but I also know how much you liked it. I know you're wet right now Alex. I can see it in your face. I can see when you squirm in your chair. Your clit is hard, your nipples are too. Would you like to explore with me, pretty girl?" Richard inquired. His voice was like honey and silk and Alex had to swallow before she could answer. "Please, oh, I mean, yes, I would. I'm very, um curious." She swallowed again, mind spinning with thoughts, possibilities. "Good. I'd like you to go to the ladies room and remove your panties for me please." He said, firmly. He raised a hand as Alex opened her mouth to protest. "No one will know, I won't ask you to do anything to put yourself in trouble, and I won't touch you until you give me permission to. You can, of course, say no to me, but that would change the direction of our evening. When you get back, discreetly pass your panties to me so I know you've been a good girl." He said softly yet firmly. With that said, Richard turned his attention back to his food, giving her space to make her choice. Alex sat for a moment, part of her trying to believe this was just a fun little game, part of her aware that the decision held greater weight. She knew she should be shocked and angered by the request, it was indecent and humiliating. Being honest, however, she had to admit she felt none of that, only excitement and anticipation. They both knew she liked the idea, they both knew she was aroused and wanted to know where he could take her. There was no use denying it. She rose up and quietly went into the ladies room. As she slipped off her panties she was surprised how wet they were, the crotch of the thin cotton almost transparent. She balled the material up into her small fist and made her way back out to the table. She was aware of the air blowing across her naked skin, the touch of the dress on the back of her thighs reassuring her that all the essentials were covered. She was amazed that she didn't feel naughty, but instead sexy, powerful. Richard smiled at her, his hand waiting open just under the tables edge. She dropped her panties into his hand and took her seat, hoping no one else in the room noticed her flaming cheeks. "Good girl Alex, I'm very pleased." Richard said with a smile.He raised the hand with her panties to his nose, Alex was shocked to see him breath in deeply. "So good pretty one." He smiled again, tucking the ball of material into his pocket. "Please, eat, relax, I want to get to know you better." Richard said with a smile. It took a few minutes, but Alex was able to relax a bit and enjoy her meal. Through the course of the evening she learned he was a carpenter and a widower. She had been close on his age - he was 44. They talked about television and books and found they had very similar tastes. The conversation flowed easily with smiles and flirtatious comments. Alex felt more at ease than she usually did on a date, until she remembered that her panties were in his pocket. "You've just gone red pretty girl" Richard said to her softly, a touch of humor in his voice. "Why is that?" He continued, knowing the answer. "I just remembered you have my panties in your pocket." She answered, blushing even more. "Ah, I see. Yes, that's true. I plan on keeping them there, sending you home with your juices sliding down your thighs. How does that sound Alex?" Richard taunted. She swallowed at his words, squeezing her thighs as her inner parts throbbed. She had no doubt he would be able to do it. "I, ah...oh....um, what will you get me to do?" she asked, almost whispering. Richard grinned at her, leaning forward. "No fun telling you before hand, pretty one. Need to keep the element of surprise." He winked as he teased her. "Besides, there are other ways to make you drip. Do you want to know, pretty Alex, what I did after you left on Saturday?" Richard asked. Alex nodded her head, taking a sip of her water, drawn in by his words. "I stroked my hard cock pretty girl." Hearing Alex's small gasp, he grinned. "I was so hard from watching you pretty girl, Your fingers in that sweet cunt of yours, yes, but other things too. The way you blushed. Your free hand tweaking your hard little nipple. I could see your breaths coming in pants, your thighs shaking. I could see the ripple of your abs as you got close to climax. I wanted to feel that pretty girl." He happily informed her. By the time Richard finished talking, Alex was squirming in her seat, seeing herself through her eyes as her mind replayed the sensations. She raised her eyes to his, his probing look making her feel exposed, but not uncomfortable. "And tonight, pretty little Alex," Richard continued, his voice so low she had to lean forward to hear. "Tonight it's going to be your panties rubbing along my shaft, my cum will join that wet spot. What do you think of that pretty girl?" He teased. Richard chuckled as Alex let out a sound. It was somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and she had managed to mostly cover it with her hand. He let his eyes rake over her body, noting her flushed cheeks, the way her chest lifted with each deep breath, the slight wiggle as she pressed her thighs together. Alex thought she was going to explode. Never in her life had she had such a candid conversation, let alone in public. Her mind was full of images of him using her panties to masturbate. She wondered about his cock, tongue flicking out against her lips without her realizing it. "What are you thinking, right now, pretty girl?" Richards voice cut into her thoughts. "Oh, I, ah, oh!" She stumbled over her words. "Were you thinking about my cock Alex? It's hard for you now you know, watching you sit there and squirm. I wonder how wet you are. Can you feel your juices on your inner thighs Alex? Tell me." Richard said with a tone as if they were talking about the weather. Alex gasped and swallowed, wiggling a bit more, suddenly aware of the moisture on her inner thighs. "Yes" she answered, her voice breathy, barely above a whisper. Richard smiled at her, motioning to the waitress for the check. After handing over his credit card he turned back to Alex. "We can say goodnight now and you can call me again another day, or you can come back with me to my apartment. I will keep my promise not to touch you without permission, but if I go home I will be cumming. The choice is yours." Richard informed her. Once again Alex was amazed at what his voice could to to her insides. Unable to think with his eyes on her she looked down at her hands, weighing her options. Once again she was aware of the difference between what she should feel and what was actually going through her mind. Normally she would be outraged at such a proposal, but all she could feel was the throbbing of her insides, the wetness on her thighs and the flutters in her stomach. By the time the waitress had returned with the receipt, Alex had made her choice. She rose slowly from the table, carefully running a hand down along her curves to make sure her dress fell properly over her bare ass. Richard smiled at her, extending her hand, his eyes holding something, making him look both welcoming and dangerous. The walk to his apartment was not long enough for Alex's brain to catch up with reality. Questions ran through her mind, wondering what he would want from her tonight, if he was still planning on using her panties. She thought of his large hand wrapped around him, wondering what it's roughness would feel like on her skin. Meeting Richard Richard watched her, amazed. He had been cautious about pushing too far, but it was clear the girl was enjoying herself. She would want more, he would make sure of that. "Fuck that little cunt for me girl, show me how good you can make yourself feel. Does your clit tingle when you pinch that nipple? Pinch it harder Alex." He smiled at her moan, a hand running over the growing bulge in his jeans. "That's it pretty girl, make noise for me, let it out. You wouldn't be quiet if it were me fucking that pussy Alex. You'd be screaming, begging, moaning. That's it, faster girl, fast and hard just like if it were my cock." Alex's head was swimming. Her fingers were working fast and hard inside her wetness, and Richard's words were driving her mind and body insane. Too quickly she felt the knot starting in her belly, the tension pulling deeper with each stroke of her fingers, each tug on her nipples. With a loud cry her body went still for a beat of her frantic heart before convulsing. Her hips kept rocking against her hand through wave after wave of her orgasm until she was left panting, wondering if her legs would continue to hold her. "Good girl Alex." His voice, now smooth whiskey, broke through her thoughts. "Sit down pretty girl, catch your breath." For the first time since she had stripped, Alex opened her eyes, comforted and warmed by his gentle gaze. "I'll be right back." Alex relaxed against the cool leather of the couch, breathing slowly, not thinking, just feeling. Her clit still twitched when she squeezed her legs. Her heart was starting to slow. The leather felt good against her heated skin. Richard returned, a glass of water in his hands which she accepted with a smile. "Thank you." "You're welcome Alex. I'm very pleased with you. That was beautiful and sensual, and very arousing." He ran a hand over the bulge in his pants to emphasise his point, grinning as Alex's blush returned. "I think you and I could have a lot of fun together, Alex." He lifted the blanket off the back of the couch, spreading it over her tenderly. "There's a bathroom just down that hall, you can go get freshened up when you're ready." He smiled at her and sat back down. Alex rested for a moment, then rose, the blanket still around her, picked up her things and stepped into the washroom. As she cleaned up she felt a sense of accomplishment and pride. Her body was still buzzing with sexual energy, but was at the same time oddly content. Emerging from the bathroom, she found him waiting for her in the hall. "It's almost 3, so this is where we say goodnight. Before you go, take one of my cards. I expect I'll hear from you soon." Alex took the card from him and was surprised by the brush of his lips against her cheek. It was the only contact she had had from him since entering his apartment and it sent shivers through her. With a blush and a nod of her head she slipped out into the hall, already making plans to be able to see him again.