As instructed, she was wearing her favorite black corset, black boots with heels and a short black leather skirt. All of this was covered by a coat only. Going out like this was quite brave, but she knew she had to do it because she had to follow his instructions, to please him.
She was waiting in the middle of the lobby, standing there, after texting him that she had arrived. Following his instructions in detail, she was not sitting down anywhere. She just stood there, looking to the direction of the elevators, hoping he would appear soon. She already considered that he might make her wait a bit, after all why would he instruct her not to sit down? Of course the hotel was a bit crowded and there were others looking at her, how she stood there right in the middle, for everyone going in and out to see. Did they know what she wore under her coat? Of course they didn't know ... but maybe they wondered, wondered why she waited there, moving around a bit, appearing a bit nervous. Maybe they wondered why she did not take one of those nice comfortable seats on the side of the large room and why she wore the coat all the time, after all it was not cold inside.
Her phone vibrated. There was a text: "I will be down shortly. Keep standing right where you are and wait." She already knew all that, after all he told her before that this would happen, but just receiving this text after she already stood there for a while intensified all those thoughts that she had.
It took him a few minutes to send this text. Maybe he did not instantly see hers earlier and he was busy with something? Or did he make her wait on purpose a bit? And now he even told her that she had to wait more? Looking at the phone, it has only been two minutes. Somehow it felt much longer. She took a deep breath, knowing that once he would arrive, all the tension she now felt would vanish. And he would arrive soon, right?
She only knew that they would spend the weekend together. It was Friday evening and she would leave on Monday morning. He decided what they would do, exactly what she was hoping for and what she wanted. She had fantasized about this weekend for over a week now since they fixed the time. Every single day, whenever she was not distracted by her work and other responsibilities, it was on her mind. She did not know what would happen, but she just knew it would be memorable. Yes, there was also this feeling of discomfort ... right now it was so strong within her, but that is what she wanted and needed. She wanted and needed him to take her out of her relaxing comfort zone, to give her something, a feeling, a desire, anything ... anything that made her feel special, for him. To please him, to make him happy.
Only because she knew that he could make her feel this way, she agreed to this meeting. They had meet only once briefly at a formal work related event they both attended. For some reason he singled her out, spending most of the evening focusing on her, constantly looking at her, to the point where it became distracting. Yes, there was lust in his eyes ... she knew and felt how much he was interested in her. She could not understand why really, but she accepted the fact. She was flattered. It made her feel wanted. There just was something about him that was hard to put into words. The business card he eventually gave her before he left was in her pocket right now. His only words were "text me" when he handed it over. She remembered how she looked at him while he was leaving and how it took her a while to understand that he was now gone.
After hesitating a bit, the next day she did text him ... and the conversation that followed over the next few days was as stimulating and arousing as it was surprising to her. How could this stranger that had singled her out in that event make her feel like that? He had been dressed well ... but she knew so very little of him. And then there were other women, many of them were more attractive than her - but for some reason he choose her, something she did not understand. Yet, she felt lucky that he did ... the fantasies she had that were triggered from their texting turned out to be amazing masturbation material for her over a period of a few weeks - until she eventually gave in when he asked her to meet and spend the weekend. On his terms, he had explained. There was no way she could deny it.
A couple holding hands walked by, both of them stared at her as if she was standing in their way. The lady eventually smiled. Could they know why she was here?
