Author's note:
This is the first works in what is planned as an ongoing series. It lays down the history of the characters, establishing their story. While this story is quite "tame" in the scheme of things, their upcoming stories will delve into full BDSM, voyeurism, anal, threesomes and consensual non-consent. I hope you enjoy reading this founding tale, and I look forward to sharing more of Edward and Ella soon.
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After almost eight months, it was finally happening. He was meeting up with her. He felt a little sick from the combination of nerves and excitement. Edward and Ella had a history, albeit a short one until she'd recently landed back in his life. Their reunion was unexpected, as were the conversations leading to this moment. He had teased the idea of spending a night together, but Ella had been the one to make the call that it was time and book the room. She was already checked in and was waiting for his arrival. He texted her that he was about twenty minutes away and as he walked from the parking garage to the hotel, he reflected on their reconnection.
Edward had initially ignored his phone when he heard the ding of another notification all those months ago. He hadn't felt like pausing his workout to check who it was. He'd recently posted about his latest promotion at work and had been receiving quite a few congratulatory messages. After pushing out the last few sets of his session he'd headed straight for the shower.
A little while later, his phone dinged again and this time Edward checked. A familiar face popped up and he was momentarily frozen as memories flooded him. Ella. They'd dated fleetingly almost 20 years ago. He'd wanted more but she had met someone else and he hadn't seen her since. He hadn't even realised they were connected on the professionals profile app, but here she was wishing him congratulations on his new role.
He unlocked his phone and opened the app to look at her profile. Her photo made him smile. She looked a little older, as no doubt did he. Her brown hair showed streaks of grey, but her skin was still tanned and smooth, aside from some delicate smile lines around her eyes. Those eyes were something he'd never forget. Big and brown, Ella's eyes would knock any man off his game with their intense depth.
Edward hesitated only briefly before he sent her a message. It was short, just saying hello and asking how she was, what was she up to for work these days and how great it was to see her. He put his phone down and got onto preparing dinner for his family. When he next picked it up, there was her face again. She had replied to his message, answering his questions, asking some of her own. And that's how it had started.
After a few days, they exchanged phone numbers and moved their conversations to a messaging app, purely because she had a meme she wanted to send and the professionals app didn't allow for photo sharing. They continued to message, catching up on each other's lives and getting to know each other again. Between their family and work responsibilities they didn't speak every day. But every time he saw her face pop up on his notifications bar he smiled. She still made his heart skip a beat.
It was all innocent then, and for a couple of months it was just routine chatting. Until one day he made a sexual joke without thinking. He hesitated with his finger over the un-send button and then saw the message turn to 'read' and those three little dots appeared to indicate she was typing. Her response was unexpected, returning the innuendo followed by the laughing emoji. It broke some unspoken tension between them, and after that the conversations were not always so innocent.
Things escalated from there, slowly at first but after a few short weeks Edward and Ella were exchanging sexual messages regularly. They confessed some desires, with hesitation initially as neither wanted to scare the other with their fantasies. Before long though their messages took a turn and gained momentum and they told each other about domination, choking, bondage and violence. They spoke of what they had done and what they wanted to try. It turned out they matched sexually on a level neither expected.
Ella was a little bolder that Edward, and she started sending him pictures, then video and he eventually built up the courage to return the favour. And after a couple more months they started video chatting and masturbating together. They couldn't do that too often, with the risk of their families finding out. But they both longed for the moments their respective alone time lined up. They continued to delve into their desires, detailing their fantasies of BDSM.
Several weeks ago Ella told Edward she thought it was time for them to stop texting and videoing, and meet in person. The danger in a meet up was thrilling for them both and he had agreed without much persuasion or hesitation. She always had a few 'ladies nights' every year, which included a night in a hotel room. So she simply told her family that's what she was doing tonight and it raised no suspicions. He had to be a little more careful and creative but was able to arrange to meet some friends earlier in the afternoon, and had told his family that it was going to be a night out and he would stay in town so he could enjoy some drinks. Thankfully no questions were raised.
So here he was after all that build up. He arrived in the hotel lobby and Edward's heart was racing with anticipation as he pulled out his phone to text her that he was here. His hand shook slightly as he typed out the message and watched as it was marked 'read'. Her response was quick and short, simply instructing him which lift bay to wait near. He headed there, his breath shallow and a warm flush coming over him. He now wasn't certain how much was nerves and how much was excitement. Edward knew that today would be just sex, maybe a little rougher if things went his way. But as it was their first meeting he realised they probably just needed a good fuck. He hoped that there would be more meetings where they could explore their fantasies in more details. For today, he just hoped that neither of them had set their expectations too high and this wouldn't turn out to be a disappointment.
The sound of the lift bell snapped him back to the moment and he looked up to see Ella's head poking out of the doors. She grinned widely at him and waved, her eyes alight, and all his doubts disappeared. He walked to her and she shuffled back to let him into the lift. She pressed the button for the twelfth floor and then stood and faced him, resting her back against the hand rail. The height of the rail made her hips thrust forward a little and Edward smiled to himself as his mind began to race.
"Hi," she said coyly, licking her lips. He wasn't sure if she was doing it to be seductive or because she was nervous. But Edward had to use more willpower than he cared to admit to remain on his side of the lift.
"Hey," he replied, grinning a little. Though he was trying to play it cool, he was pretty certain the lust in his eyes gave him away. He could see it reflected in hers. "Going ok?" he asked. She just nodded and smiled. They made insignificant small talk while the lift made its way up, both hoping the other wouldn't notice the fact their heart was racing.
In no time at all the lift arrived at their floor. He paused to let her take the lead, and admired her from behind as she walked the hall to the room. Ella was a little over five foot tall. She had long wavy hair that fell down her back, dark brown and streaked with grey. Like most women her age, she had her soft spots. But she was quite fit, working out regularly and her shapely body moved with confidence. She had large breasts, a D cup if he'd had to guess. Her skin was smooth, soft and tanned. She was wearing a short dress and he couldn't help admiring her round ass as she walked in front of him.
Ella unlocked the door to the room and went in. She turned and waited for him to pass, then closed the door behind her. As he placed his bag on the seat near hers she took the opportunity to look him over. Edward was six feet tall and had looked after himself. She knew from his photos that he was fit, but seeing him in person was different. His body was well formed, muscular and looked strong. Like her, he'd aged a little and this was most evident in his grey tinged stubble, with a few strands of grey finding their way into his hairline. His curly hair fell to just below his ears and his eyes shone bright blue. Of the things she remembered about him form all those years ago, it was his eyes. Ella hoped the lust she felt rising wasn't too obvious to him.