Part One: The Meet

[Si****]

The Meet

She was walking to the Costa, having eventually found somewhere to park. Thoughts racing through her head, heart beating faster than she expected. Would it be the same, would it be better? Or, oh god, I hope not, but would it be a disappointment?
They had been talking for months on text, it had been free flowing and a little flirty, it had been fun, but not naughty, not filthy, not enough to get her heart racing. Should they have dialled it up a little on the text before meeting?
Knowing that the general feelings, wants and needs were the same, would it be what she hoped? Would it be what she has been missing all these years?
As the thoughts rushed through her head, before she could get them into any kind of order, she realised that she had arrived at the coffee shop. Would he be there already? Does she want him to be, or does she need some time to gather her thoughts… oh dammit, what’s with all these thoughts, it’s just coffee!! Or is it…

She opens the door and looks around. There he is! Sitting at a table at the back of the coffee shop, two cups of latte and a couple of pastries on the table. He’s checking his phone, or is he just pretending. Is he playing already?? Is he trying to make her think that he’s more relaxed than he actually is?

She walks up to the table. As he sees her approaching, he jumps up and takes her coat to hang it up. He makes a joke about not wanting to have coffee with Joey from Friends, she tries not to, but she lets out a little giggle. The ice is broken… she inwardly lets out a huge sigh of relief and sits down opposite him. He reaches to one of the cups of coffee and pushes it slightly towards her, and then the same with the plate of pastries, just enough for her to instinctively take the cup and a pastry. “The other one’s mine!” He says, with a slight growl, a cheeky glint in his eye and a tiny, but noticeable, smirk on his face.

After a little small talk, and completely out of the blue, he suddenly asked if she had dressed as he had instructed. The previous evening, he had said that she could wear whatever made her feel good, but she was not to wear any underwear. She had immediately decided that she would go half way, she would leave her bra at home, but she would be wearing knickers. When he asked, she confidently informed him of this, hoping for a disapproving look. There was nothing, no glimpse of disappointment from him, just a slight slump in her mood as her plan had not worked.
Instead, with a smile, he suggested that she move around the table to sit next to him, rather than opposite, as she was now. She stood up and slid round to be next to him. As she sat down again, he moved in to whisper in her ear and, at the same time, he put his hand on her knee and slid it swiftly up the inside of her thigh and only stopping when he couldn’t slide it any further. The light, but unexpected, strike made her let out a tiny gasp. As she did, he whispered “If you start earning strikes at this early stage, you’re going to be in for a world of trouble later!”
There it was… that’s what she was looking for. She tried to stifle the smile, but failed miserably. They both knew that this was going to be a fun date.

After having discussed the merits of various types of cheese, deciding whether a lion would beat 100 ducks in a fight, and many other equally ridiculous topics, he suggested that they go for a walk around the local park and woods once they had finished their coffee.

Just as she was finishing the last sip of her coffee, again, unexpectedly, he shifted the conversation, keeping her on her toes and keeping her mind racing. He looked her straight in the eyes and, without any hint of emotion, said “I will give you one chance to redeem yourself after your earlier disobedience. Go to the bathroom and take off you knickers. Put them in your pocket and then come back.”
For a fraction of a second, she hesitates, then she stood up and walked to the ladies room.
She was wrestling with herself in her own head. Should she push him again and go back to the table and pretend? She knew that he would find out, but when, and… or should she just do as she was told, just this once? She changed her mind about fif*** times in the short walk to the bathroom but decided that she would give him this one and get her own back later, she decided to wait for something bigger, something better, she wanted him to have steam coming out of his ears! So, she quickly removed her knickers, put them in her pocket and found herself almost skipping back to the table, excited at the prospect of finding a better way to draw out his inner demon.

She sat down at the table again, completely unable to hide the smile. He looked at her disapprovingly. He assumed, due to the cheeky smile on her face, that she had disobeyed him again, a brief thought flashed through his mind, is she going to ignore everything that he says, does he need to s***d up the process so that he can start to turn her bottom that delightful shade of crimson, just to get her to fall into line? Then, before he had time to finish his thought process, she pulled her hand out of her pocket just enough so that he can see that she was, on this occasion, a good girl. He leaned in, to whisper in her ear “see, you can be a good girl!” And gave her a little kiss on the cheek.
Little did he know her plan. Mind you, he would be a fool not to expect something!