I didn’t look for a reply until I was back in my room and I chuckled when I saw it. He’d replied to the effect that it had taken every ounce of willpower to stop him from driving into town to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on charge and within seconds I was asleep.
At 8:30am, our breakfast meeting with the client started. Over a mountain of food, my preparations for the meeting were perfect and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing extra business we could do for our client and by noon we had made our final notes and were preparing to leave. We’d been to a local bar for an informal winding down of business with two of their directors and they’d thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two free days into the trip as the three guys started to discuss their golfing challenge and I made my excuses for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how much my boss could drink and I really did prefer my own plans for the next 48 hours! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the keys to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my cheek, thanking me for my awesome prep work. We made our farewells and I promised to keep him updated on my safety and whereabouts. He does look after me.
Our hotel was only a two minute walk away so I made my way to my room. I dressed quickly into my special outfit, applied a little makeup and looked in the mirror. My tight red dress with the zip up the front which stopped halfway up my breasts was borderline obscene but, the short black jacket added enough class to lend a little decency to the final look. The padding gave a little exaggeration to my smaller chest and I was terribly proud of the extra cleavage it afforded me. I gave a little twirl in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was more than happy as I turned towards the door but I stopped, paused and walked back to look at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn’t wear a bra as the padding was built in but the tightness meant my knickers were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a little struggle, I pulled my red, lacy panties down my legs, straightened the dress and grinned broadly. If this didn’t make his eyes pop out, nothing would! I made my way to the basement garage and the car, entered the address of Lucy’s Deli and set off. According to the satnav, I’d arrive about fifteen minutes early and I knew I’d need that time to calm myself down.
The road outside Lucy’s, compared to any English town, was very broad and I was pleased to find a parking space across the road from the Deli. My heart was pounding in my chest and I took several deep breaths before I gave up on trying to stop my hands from trembling. Before I flew from England, I’d checked out the model of car that John said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked similar but, the same as an American in England, all the cars were alien to me and I was about to give up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up, right outside Lucy’s. As I saw the familiar face appear from the car, my nerves vanished, I grabbed my purse and jumped from the Toyota. The locals were slightly bemused by the petite blonde leaping from a car and screaming, “JOHN! “ as loud as she could and waving frantically!
The huge grin on John’s face made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his arms for the biggest, best and most satisfying hug of my life. He held me to him with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his neck and our cheeks pressed closely together. We both said things along the lines of, we couldn’t believe we were actually here and that kind of thing. More impressively was that he didn’t wait too long to put me down, my dress didn’t ride up too far and he kissed my cheek after he’d put me down. That wasn’t right for me though.
I put my hands on my hips theatrically, “Really? Thousands of miles and you kiss my cheek?” Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his lips and threw my arms around his neck again. I knew that tongues were wrong right now but I think he liked our first kiss, especially by the smile as I pulled away and used my thumb to wipe off the lipstick and then my next comment of, “OK we’ve met, now feed me!”
His handsome face tried to take on a seriousness, “Ahhh the famous appetite of the tiny Brit! Come on then!”
With that, he took my hand and led me across to the bright red canopy of Lucy’s, the image I had stared at online for days. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big hand that was leading me, a little squeeze which earned me the same back and another huge grin from a very happy guy. As we were about to enter the deli, John stopped me and in an almost breathless tone he said, “Rachael, you know I’ve always talked straight with you so, I’ve got to say you look fucking amazing girl!”
I giggled, having played out this scene in the hotel, just an hour ago, “Well, if you think this looks good….”
With that, I shook the jacket from my shoulders, held my arms out and gave a little wiggle. The full effect of my strapless outfit had the desired effect and he was pretty speechless apart from a ‘Holy fuck’ and a ‘Wow!’ That was enough for me! We went in.
As John ordered our food at the counter, I stood with my arm around his waist, looking at our reflection in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt happy, comfortable and so right where I was. I’d seen so many pictures of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so much taller, well built and cuter than I’d ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like school kids and the miserable cow behind the counter huffed a few times which just made us both laugh more and she couldn’t get us to sit down quick enough, saying she’d bring our order across.
Serving staff aside, the next hour and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every second just felt awesome. It was only when I glanced at my watch that a sudden sadness came from the other side of the table.
“Rachael, this has been such good fun! We can go for the guided tour of my palace if you like now or wherever you want to go!” Then he asked the question he didn’t want an answer to, “So, how long do we have?”
I gave a little grimace and I swear he was close to crying but I’m a cruel bitch and put two fingers in the air.
“Shit! Only two hours?“ He gasped
I couldn’t do it to him anymore so I took his hand, squeezed it tightly and in a whisper I said, “Two DAYS if you want me!” And with that, I leant across the table and kissed him. The kiss was soft and I allowed my tongue to tease his lips until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but time seemed to stand still. That kiss could have been for just a minute or for an hour, I truly couldn’t tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper, “Take me home!”
After another peck on the lips, John paid the bill and then, as any gentleman would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he’d turn his car around and I could follow him for the few short miles to his house. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the nerves I’d brought with me had been replaced by an incredible, fizzing excitement for what may happen. Who was I kidding? I knew what was going to happen! We were going to fulfil one of the many sexual scenarios that we’d spoken about in one of our role playing sessions, or one of the scenes in my many stories. The only real questions were, which story and who would take the lead? The aching in my groin kind of answered the latter question for me and a little plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind John’s car.
The drive to John’s house was only five or ten minutes and, when we stopped at some traffic lights, I slipped my jacket back on. I was conscious that John probably had neighbours and no matter where you are in the world, neighbours like to gossip. As I climbed out of my car on the neat driveway of a pretty, single storey home, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional. Maybe professional with a hint of slutty, but professional was definitely in the description!
“Welcomed to my home, Rach!” John said with justifiable pride.
“I love it! But a house definitely needs a dog!”
He knew I was a dog nut and I’d seen photos of Marvin from day one so as he opened the door, a big cream blur flew past us, charged around the front lawn and then pounced on his master for cuddles. Only after a brief tussle with John did he see the stranger and then I had a lovely affectionate greeting for a minute (Standard ‘Hello’ of a nose trying to go up my skirt) until he got bored and decided that it was time for John to feed him and he made a dash for his food bowl. John apologised profusely for the lack of subtlety of his dog and told me to come in and make myself at home while he saw to Marvin.
The front door opened into a big living room with pine laminated floors and as John went towards the rear of the house, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, black leather suite with a four-seater settee took pride of place, all chairs aimed at the enormous TV in one corner of the room, by the window. In the opposite corner was a huge wooden unit which was bursting at the seams with CDs and I gave a wry smile thinking that John was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘wife’ had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his style. By the time he came back in the room, I was looking through some photos on the mantelpiece and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.
“Love the place John! Do I get the rest of the tour now?”
He agreed so I put my handbag with my briefcase on the coffee table and told him to lead the way.
We went to the basement first to see all of his handiwork down there, then back up to see the rest of his lovely home. The last room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big room with the rear window looking out onto other houses and a huge bed with very warm coloured sheets. The smell in the room was of freshly laundered linen and I smiled inside that he’d changed his bedding for my visit! I decided that I had to take control of the situation or I’d burst so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said, “I’d have to keep this blind down if I lived here! Neighbours can be awfully nosey!” With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my eyebrows and laughed to keep him a little confused as to my intentions and before he could comment, I asked to use the bathroom. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a peck on the lips, making some comment about being bursting for a pee, just to keep him off guard.
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