by Diane Thorne
She lowered her cell and wedged between round tables to find a vacant one. Customers crowded the outside area as they sat, drinking their espressos and chatting. In the centre of coffeeville, she found an unoccupied spot. She scooted the iron chair away from the table before she sat. As she placed her purse on the counter, her phone vibrated.
Gwen couldn’t stop the smile from emerging when she recognised Mark’s number.
If you arrive at ten, I can give you a tour. Perhaps you’ll see something of interest to you.
Gwen typed her response.
I will meet you at ten. But you should know I already saw something that interested me.
She bit her bottom lip as she tapped the send icon.
Holding her cell, she leant back against the chair and glanced around. A continuous stream of people entered a restaurant not even a block way. Gwen inhaled and smelt the aroma of coffee along with a bakery scent. A boat hummed and a man on a scooter whizzed by. Bicycle riders chained their modes of transportation to posts. Although it was only close to noon, the Red Light District was busy with activity.
The buzz of her cell stole her attention.
I’m glad you liked what you saw. I assure you, it’s eager to get closer to you. As am I.
Gwen prepared her reply.
I’m glad you are eager to get closer. I assure you, I am ready.
She set her phone on the table and crossed her legs. As she rocked her foot, she considered whether she was making the right choice to go to the club. The opportunity was perfect and she might never get another one, but she questioned if she could handle what people did in the clubs. She’d never seen someone tied up and whipped, never witnessed a woman gagged and with welts on her body and certainly never watched another couple fucking in front of her very eyes. Could she survive seeing such things without puking? Would she look at sex differently and feel disgusted? Maybe she could talk him into meeting elsewhere. Perhaps they could find a private place and have a quickie now.
Her phone notified her of a new message. She lifted the device and read it.
Are you certain you’re ready? Is your pussy wet? Can you handle my large cock?
Her pulse quickened, excited by his questions. She sent a message back to Mark.
My panties are drenched. And yes, I’m confident I can handle your big dick with no trouble. I’m a horny woman in need of a sex fix. Can you help me solve this dilemma?
Gwen left her cell on the table and reached behind her. She grabbed her long wavy locks and lifted them off her shoulders to enjoy the breeze. Her elevated temperature hadn’t decreased much since the sex toy shop.
A new text arrived. Gwen dropped her hair and picked up the phone.
I love your confidence and I can resolve your problem. I will first bring you intense pleasure with my tongue. I want to taste you and feel you come again and again. Woman, you are so beautiful with your arms above your head.
Gwen’s heart jumped and she quickly scanned the area. How did he know she had been holding her hair up? She glanced at the occupants sitting at each table. When she didn’t find Mark, she looked near the canal. Not a single person looked like the man she’d met in the sex toy shop.
Her phone vibrated and she shifted her attention.
Looking for something? I have it in my pants.
She typed a response.
Where are you? Come out and play. Bring your stiff member.
After she sent the text, she lifted her gaze and continued searching for him. He’d seen her lift her arms and her response to his message, so he had to be nearby. But where?
The soft shake of her cell halted her hunt for him.
I am close but not as close as I’d like to be. I want to touch you and kiss those lips again. But what I really want to do is lick every inch of your body. As you can imagine, my erection is eager to come out and play, but I’m making him wait until tonight. I want you in my control. I want to make you come hard and frequently. I want to feel your orgasms and enjoy them as much as you will. And you will.
A mini-spasm caused her to clench her thighs together. Her cheeks and entire body warmed. The man was fucking erotic.
Before she could think of a reply, she received another message from Mark.
My card has a question on it. Care to answer it for me?
Gwen fished the small paper from her purse and read it again. She spotted the question under his name. What’s your desire?
As she slipped the card back inside her handbag, she pondered an answer for him. What kind of kinky sex did she want to try? Did she want to experiment with toys? Did she want to be blindfolded or tied to a bed? She tapped her finger on the edge of her phone. Every idea she came up with sounded too weak for a man who worked in a BDSM club. She wanted to try different things, but she wasn’t sure she could handle some of the hard-core kink. Could she let a man whip her? Could she stomach wearing a gag or having wax dripped on her sensitive parts? What about needles or tight restraints?
Sighing, she turned away from her cell. She was quite inexperienced in the various ways of carnal pleasure. She hadn’t had much sex over the years. When she’d started her vacation, her dry spell had ended. Fucking each man she’d met had been great and passionate. She’d enjoyed every minute and every orgasm. But it had been vanilla sex. She’d never done anything with toys or cuffs, never strayed outside of a few spanks. So she had no idea what kind of playful acts, touches, or teases would arouse her. And at her age, her lack of familiarity made her feel a bit embarrassed. Bottom line, she didn’t know how to answer his question. She finally gave up thinking about the matter and typed her reply.
As I mentioned before, I don’t like pain. I’m open to ideas you might have.
It was a lame response. She shook her head, disliking that she’d sent it. But she really didn’t know what to say. God, she hoped she wasn’t spoiling the heated mood.
Her phone shook gently in her hand.
I have many ideas, especially after watching you hold your arms up. Sadly, you are not here long enough for me to share all my desires with you. I’d like to tie you up and have my wanton way with you, but this is your visit. You should take advantage of your freedom and enjoy every bit of pleasure a man can give. Tell me what you want, Gwen.
The answer immediately surfaced, as if her body hadn’t given her enough clues. She wanted him. Her desire included him touching, kissing, and pumping his thick member into her. She longed to have him fill her and give her intense orgasms. Was he willing to give her everything she hungered for? His message seemed to indicate he would.
She prepared a text for him.
I desire your hands and lips on my body. Make me come with your tongue, then fuck me hard. I want to feel you deep inside me, filling every bit of my pussy. Bring me many orgasms and I will be a very happy woman.
Gwen took a deep breath as she waited for his reply. He’d said he was eager to please her and she hankered for just that. But would he mind vanilla sex?
Her cell pulsated.
I will submit to your desire. You will take control and I will obey. I must have you. I must feel you. I will give you all that you seek.
Gwen reread the text. Key words stood out—submit, take control, and obey. Was she the Dom? She scrolled up on her screen and skimmed her prior message. It did seem a bit commanding. She’d never thought of herself as an authority figure handing out orders, especially in the bedroom. But hell’s bells, why not? Why not take life by the balls and make them work for her?
Grinning, she moved her fingers over the letters on her phone, then hit send.
I’m quite anxious to get what I want. Are you sure you’re up to the task?
His response arrived quickly.
I’m up and hard for you now. I long to please you and feel you come. You are such a beautiful woman. Would you mind doing a favour for me? I promise, it’s an easy one.
She pressed her lips together as she replied.
Sure. What is it?
Holding her cell, she looked around the café and canal again. Where the hell was he hiding?
When her device trembled, she directed her attention on it.
Hold your hair up and arch your back. Then slowly bring one of your hands down over your breasts. Uncross your legs and touch your thigh. Move it between your legs and touch yourself. I want to know how wet you are.
Heat rushed through Gwen while her heart picked up extra beats. He wanted her to touch herself in a public place. Was he fucking crazy? Was she insane to even consider his request?
She scanned the area. Couples chatted and drank their coffees. Others were passing. All were occupied with what they were doing. She thought about his appeal and decided she had to be out of her mind to do it, but she would. It seemed like a fair trade since he was willing to submit to her later.
With a sly grin, she set her phone on the table. The wind picked up and blew strands of her hair. Perfect timing. She bunched her locks into a ponytail. Her elbows stuck out as she held her hair off her shoulders. Licking her lips, she straightened and pushed her tits outward. She moved one hand across her cheek. When her pinky finger grazed her lips, she stuck her tongue out and licked it.
Game on, Mark. Enjoy the show.
She lifted her chin and glided her hand down her neck. Slowly, she dragged her fingers over her right breast, then cupped and squeezed it gently. Her heart pounded and her ears burned. She had to be mentally unstable to be actually touching herself in the open. God, don’t let her daughters find out. She surveyed her surroundings as she lowered her hand and uncrossed her legs. No one was watching her, at least none she could see. Wherever Mark was, she hoped he was pleased and his shaft was ready to burst.
She placed her hand on her thigh and glided it towards her apex. When her skirt slid upward, exposing more of her flesh, she paused. The throbbing in her ear matched the pace of her heart. Was it working that hard? Was she that afraid of exposure? She was in the Red Light District where prostitution and drugs were legal. What did she have to fear?
A deep breath calmed her nerves. She moved her hand under her dress and along her inner thigh. While she continued to scan the café, she wedged her digits inside her damp panties. The breeze brushed over her neck but did little to lower her temperature. She pushed two fingers into her slit and felt her slickness. Dear Lord, she was touching her pussy in public. What. The. Fuck?
“Now that is fucking hot,” said a familiar voice behind her as he leaned over her and gripped her wrist.
Gwen flinched and bumped her right shoulder into his chest. Pressing his hand on her left shoulder blade, he kept her seated while he lifted her arm. He opened his mouth and licked her fingers—the ones coated with her juice. All she could do was stare at him as he sucked on her digits.
“Mm… Exactly as I’d thought. Delicious.” He straightened and placed her palm over the hefty lump in his pants. “And this will be yours tonight. I will give you all that you want, Gwen. Imagine the possibilities.”
Oh, she was, as intense longing pulsed in her veins. He had such a massive hard-on. It seemed bulkier than before. “Perhaps I should help ease the swelling in this muscle now instead of waiting until later.”
His lips curled. “If I had the time, I would accept your offer.”
He bent and pressed his lips to hers. Need thrived within her body. She craved so much more from him. His dick under her palm only made her yearn for him more.
“But I have to go,” he said as he straightened.
Gwen rubbed his length. “Are you sure you can’t spare a few minutes?” Rock hard. Damn!
He chuckled. “Oh, I’d love to and could.” He placed the edge of his fingers under her chin and lifted it until her gaze met his. “But it would spoil tonight. Trust me, the wait will be worth it.”
But she needed a fix of the orgasmic kind. Why couldn’t he give her a little tongue or a finger fuck? Something. Anything to ebb her desire.
“I hope you’re right because I’m a crazy horny woman right now. I might have to venture into another sex shop and find a stud to take care of me.”
“Now, now.” He removed her hand from his groin and tugged it.
Gwen rose and stood in front of him. She marvelled at the solid muscles in his arms and chest, clearly visible underneath his tight shirt.
“You don’t want to get mixed up with the wrong person.” He wrapped an arm around her and brought her to his body. His mouth hovered near hers.
“And you’re not the wrong person?” She placed her palm on his torso. His heart thumped fast. “You asked me to touch myself in public.”
His upper lip curled. “Look inside some of the windows. You’ll see far more touching and exposed parts.” He brushed her lips with his, tickling her. “It’s not illegal.” He kissed her, but not long enough.
She leaned into his body and enjoyed the strength of his embrace. Every bit of him was firm. She imagined him standing naked before her and brought her thighs together.
“You might want to take care of your boner,” she said as she placed her palm on it. Hey, she couldn’t ignore the lump. Why not seize the opportunity to touch it again? “I’d help.”
He moved his hand to her ass, then hit it. “Bad girl.”
Her eyes widened. “I have only you to blame.”
“Then punish me later. Make me suffer for your distress.”
Excitement surged through her. “Oh, honey. I will.”
He kissed her again before he stepped back. “I have to go. Promise me you’ll show up tonight.”
“I will if you promise everything you said in your messages.”
“Deal.”
“Expect to see me.”
He grinned widely and shook his head as he raked his gaze down her body. “You look innocent, but my gut tells me you are one incredibly passionate woman.”
“You should listen to your gut.”
He grinned slyly as he reached for her hand. He kissed it. “Until we meet again.”
He let go of her and walked away.
Gwen sighed heavily as she watched him disappear down the street. Punishment seemed fitting for leaving her with a fierce carnal appetite. But what could she do to chastise him? Force him to make her come with his tongue? Order him to fuck her? Require him to make her have multiple orgasms? Well, the ideas seemed decent to her.
Smiling, she picked up her purse and phone. She strolled from the café with wet panties, overexcited hormones and a promise from a sexy man with a thick cock. No, she wasn’t crazy but she was horny. Ten o’clock couldn’t arrive soon enough.
Chapter Three
Gwen stood in front of the vanity, staring in the mirror as she held the hair dryer towards her honey-brown locks. They absorbed the heated air blowing at them. She combed her long strands to keep them from tangling. Although she wore only black string underwear and a red bra, she was starting to perspire. Since she’d already taken a shower and wanted to avoid another, she decided to turn the dryer off. The dampness would add curls, so she was better off leaving them.
She returned the small device back to its cradle on the wall, then ran a brush through her hair one last time. Anxiety rushed through her, driving her pulse to a faster beat. She was actually going to a club in the Red Light District, at night, to have sex with a man. Even better, she would get to have her way with him. Control him. Make him do her bidding.
The thought made her grin. She had some naughty ideas to appease her desires. She hoped he would enjoy them as much as she would.
A buzz from the desk near the window stole her attention. She set the brush on the counter before she dashed around the bed. She snatched the cell phone and lifted it to her ear.
“Hello.”
“Did I catch you at a bad time?”
Mark’s words brought an instant smile to her face while a wave of heat swam to her southern region.
“No, not at all.”
“I wanted to check in with you. I hope you’re still plan
ning to come. I’m looking forward to our time together.
“Me too. I’m getting ready as we speak.”
“I can’t wait. Hearing your soft voice is…arousing me.”
Her level of excitement raised a notch. It seemed the man truly had an interest in her. Good. She couldn’t deny she had a craving for him.
“I’d hate to keep you waiting too long in your…current state. I’ll be there shortly. I just need to finish dressing.”
“Well, I hope you wear something sexy.”
“Something sexy. I’ll see what I can do.”
She pondered what to wear as she headed for the small closet near the door. A dress would be appealing and easy to remove. One slip over the head and she’d be free. If she wore a skirt and a blouse, she’d have to take more time to remove the clothes. Or he’d have to spend more effort discarding them. She opened the closet door and chuckled silently. Either way, her attire for the evening was not going to stay on her body.
“What are you wearing now? Are you naked?”
“No, but close to it. I’m walking around in my underwear.”
She stood in front of her clothes hanging on the rack and skimmed each item. A short dress would entice him to touch her more, but most of the ones she had were spring-like or for a cocktail party.
“What colour?” he asked. “Are you wearing a bikini?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
She continued perusing the selection in the closet. A black knee-length dress with small red flowers caught her gaze. She lifted the garment from the rack and checked it out. The low neckline would emphasise her girls. The simple yet attractive style was perfect for socialising and night-time wear. Although she planned to spend the evening with one man, the outfit suited her needs and she was certain he’d like it.
“Yes, yes, I do want to know,” he said. “Are you wearing black? My dick is hard from the image of you standing in front of me with nothing on your gorgeous body but underwear.”