The Bar

The BarI'm not a good traveller . Being the kind of person who likes the familiar and to know exactly where I'm going. So I get a little anxious. Now add to that who my journey takes me to see. My Dominant. And the prerequisite "dress code" and your understand a bit how I was feeling last Tuesday. Sir was 12 miles from me. Attending a meeting in a nearby city. So we were taking the opportunity to see each other before he travelled home. He had, the week before, mentioned that he was thinking of a "dress code" for me when I came to him. Of course he then kept me waiting until he told me what it was. But he did in a phone call a few days before. No knickers. No bra. Something which would allow him access if the opportunity arose.in my head I'd chosen a flattering dress. But now had to change to another to ensure that I complied with his instruction.So in the end I wore a brown dress with a wrap top. I thought it might give visual acess as well. And the skirt only reached just below my knee.The journey was uneventful apart from my growing anticipation as I got closer. I'd not seen him for 11months. I was very excited. I'd removed my toghts before I left work. I don't wear knickers these days. Sirs rule. Once I arrived canlı bahis at my destination I found a cafe and removed my bra. I had about 45 minutes to wait. It's a bit chilly in the Midlands in March!I couldn't really settled. I wandered around waterstones just to be in the warm until I got his text so say he was on his way.Sir practices orgasm control with me. In our dynamic it means I'm only allowed to cum with his permission. When he allows me. So on that day it had been 13 days orgasm free. The previous one being with him on the phone. I made my way back to the bar we had arranged to meet at. When he walked round the corner and I saw him I lit up. He's an extreamly handsome, tall , dark haired man. And visually gorgeous. So that first kiss......yer I melted. And if I'd been wearing knickers then they would have been instantly wet!The bar is underground so we went down a flight of steps. As we did I felt his hand caress my bottom and then glide over my waist up to my breast. Groping me. I smiled as I knew exactly what he was doing. He was checking to make sure I had followed his instructions. He scanned the room and picked our seats. A sofa divided into a sort of booths up with open sides. I sat and he went bahis siteleri to the bar to get our drinks. When he returned. We kissed more . I love the way he kisses me. I respond immediately. And when he puts his hand in my hair and tugs its and holds me in place I turn into liquid sex. I wanted to touch him so badly and figured if he objected he'd tell me. So my hands roamed a bit over his arms back and chest.The pub was quite busy. The entrance behind us. People coming and going. A couple sat in front and above us. Another to our side but some distance away. The bar felt intimate . With painting of half clothed people on the ceiling. The way he looks at me makes me feel sexy. It's always feels like a cross between assessment and lust. We talked about a variety of things and I think he mentioned acess to my tits. I adjusted my dress top so he just had to put his hand inside to touch me which he did. He fondled my tits and then pinched my nipple. So hard. He has such strong fingers. You can't cry out in pain in public. You just have to absorb it. Let it wash over you. Keep silent except for my changed breathing, panting as the pain swirls round my body and always straight to my clit. He gave both nipples his güvenilir bahis attention. Pinching, twisting, pulling them. Leavening them sore throbbing tender and possibly a little bruised. I love it.He stroked my knee and my thigh. Inching his hand under my skirt. My thighs parting for him to give him acess. When he touched me he found me wet. He rubbed my clit. Starting slowly and speeding up until his finger was flying over my aroused clit. Commenting that it was hard and swollen. He took his fingers from my cunt and put them in my mouth to suck and then did something that really turned me on. He sucked them himself!More kisses. More nipple pain. There in the middle of the pub. But I no longer saw it any more I only saw him. His hand kept returning under my dress. He stopped rubbing me when someone walked past at first and then he just kept going. I was so wet I could smell my cunt juice. That horny aroma of aroused woman. His was masterbating me now and I knew I was getting closer. I asked him to be careful as I was close. I was not going to cum without permission. He said I could cum with him. And within seconds I was flooding his hands and cumming on his fingers. His dirty slut. Cuming in public. Flushed and breathless. Hopefully quietly. I'd lost it by then! And then to my joy as I'd slid to the edge of the seat. He impaled me in his fingers and filled my sticky cunt.Nice way to spend a Tuesday afternoon. I recommend it.