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And on the second visit...

2:13 pm Tuesday, 21st November, 2017

The problem with all visits, is that they come to an end, all too quickly, particularly when there's a timescale involved, and a deadline for which you can't be late. That's what happened and what curtailed any further activity on that first visit.
Her emails afterwards were so positive; so wanting to explore the realms of a new found darkness, that burned inside her.
The second visit was to be a few weeks later, but with more time available. She wanted to arrive by train to avoid the car mileage being noticeably greater than it should be. Being careful was so complicated. Her friend , of the toilet incident, had invited the ren to a birthday party, including bowling, so time wasn't an issue as much. Her partner was on an away football supporters coach, way down in the South.
She texted that she'd boarded the train, which gave me an hour to get stuff together for her visit. Then, all too quickly, the run to the station was upon me. I wanted to arrive just after the train left, because of the control I'd written in on of the lead in emails. If she carried it out, I'd be very pleased. She wouldn't specify exactly what she was going to look like on the visit, suffice it to say that she was sure that I'd not easily recognise her. I loved the teasing thought as I sped to the station.
As planned the platform was emptying as the express pulled away from the platform. As I stood at the top of the rise, from the underpass, I scanned the scene...and there, just as I told her, she stood. I knew it was her, only by the pose. She was right, at first glance she was different.
The position and pose were perfect; back against the platform wall, head inclined downward, as though looking for something and eyes only looking downward and straight ahead. I took my time, but I was wearing clunking heeled shoes, so that my deliberate pace was heard distinctively. I stood before her. She didn't look up. I waited for a good 15 seconds before making any kind of contact with her. In that time I gazed down from the top of her head to her feet. She'd gelled her hair hard, added a little redness to the natural black. Her shoulders and chest were in a harness and a thin waistcoat top couldn't hide the sight of her nipples. Her skirt was micro mini and straps appeared from beneath the hem, to attach to ripped fishnets. Feet were stuffed in open laced Docs.
In the stillness of the moment, I reached out a hand and placed my index finger behind her pierced earlobe and stroked the tiny area of warmth immediately against her neck. 'So you arrived,' I ventured. 'Look at me'. Her face turned upward and I wouldn't have recognised the previously seen Alice in Wonderland innocent face from the first trip. Heavy makeup gave a pale complexion to her face, with slight highlights to her cheek bones. Her eyes were black lined and upper eyelid decorated with deftly draw black markings. Lips were plum coloured...and a narrow, black, silk choker graced her neck.
I stood back from her, held out a hand as though walking with a family member and lead her to the car.
We stopped, whilst she steadied her nerves with a smoke and she talked in the language protocol about her thoughts, about her plan, about getting everything sorted, so that she could dress and travel like this. This, she admitted, was part of her freedom. There, in the street, she got hold of my hand and stroked the back of it between her upper thighs. I sensed material, but felt an warmth, a wetness that opened against my hand too...'Sir, crotchless, Sir,' she whispered.
The cigarette out, I put her in the passenger seat, seatbelt fastened. Once in the driving seat, I leaned across with a short length of chain and asked if she'd like the feeling of what was to come. She breathed shallowly, in quick bursts and nodded. One loop of chain surrounded one wrist, whilst the other end looped around a convenient short handle, close to the gear stick. She smiled. 'Sir?' she waited, as she knew she must. Once told to continue, she explained that this was far better than her fantasy had ever run through her mind...and the thoughts she'd let run, time and time again, in those dark times beneath the duvet, next to a snoring partner, who had no idea of how to excite this mature mind, next to him.



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