I pressed three times; the phone rang; "I want to sleep with you," I simply announced, "...Just sleep, you understand," I added. God I was developing the hots for him! He was so trustworthy, and I loved submitting to him. Half of me was thinking that if he acted like the "real man" of feminist lore and just jumped my bones now, it wouldn't be so bad. ...half of me. The other half was so happy I didn't have to worry about that happening! That second half was what pushed the choker tonight.
There was a pause on the other end, "Want to make it a full evening and night? I can do that Wednesday," he had been checking his schedule.
I really wanted to ask if I could fit in something sooner -- now that I'd made my mind up I was impatient as hell. But I was afraid of what I'd hear. I was afraid I'd hear I was being scheduled around the other girls.
"...OK" I said.
"I'll pick you up at eight," and the call ended.
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I dressed "respectably" in a peasant blouse and skirt, but no bra. We had dinner and talked, and then did the movie. We sat in those seats where you could pull the arm up out of the way. For half of the movie he had his arm around behind me and underneath my blouse, caressing my side and sometimes my breast. I really loved that. For half of the movie it was in front and on my leg rubbing my knee a bit. When it was there I caressed it with my hands. He really liked that. Sometimes I would rest my head on his shoulder. Once in a while he would lean over and whisper something in my ear, and follow up with a light brush of his lips to it.
Finally, somehow, the movie ended. We got up and somehow just walked to the van, we didn't run and rip off our clothes as we were doing so, but I sure was feeling like I wanted to. I was feeling like I wanted to get that van arockin before we even left the parking lot! What I got was my wrists tied when we finally got to the van, and my breasts fondled as I sat with my back on that console between the seats.
I would have gotten carried in, I should have just submitted and let that happen, but I was too excited about what was coming. "No." I said as he put his hands on my legs. Instead I hustled myself out and hurried ahead to the door -- it was faster when I moved on my own two legs. He smiled, carried my night bag instead of me and caught up, opened the door in a flash, and we were both inside in such a happy hurry.
He untied my wrists and we both lost clothes as fast as we could. We embraced and, oh my!, that felt good! I melted in his arms. Up until now that was just something I'd read about and seen the others do. But in his arms... now... I really did it! When we came up for air he didn't bother to tie me, he just arm-locked me and lead me into the bed room. We were on that bed in a flash and making it rock.
Then we just cuddled a while. It felt so relaxing to just lie next to him with my head on his chest, my breasts and tummy pressing his side, and draw man-strength from him as he relaxed and recovered.
I knew I was in the right place at the right time.