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“Did you bring lube?”

I press my cell phone to my ear and hold it in place with my shoulder. “Yes, sir.”

My heart pounds and I glance around the empty parking lot washed in a pale yellow glow by the bright lights overhead. I can’t believe I am doing this. Anyone can see me. I bite my lower lip. People are at home in their apartments and flats; their lives lit up like a moving painting before my eyes. Here I sit in my car and take sexual orders from you. I barely know you! Yet, somehow I trust you.

“Squeeze some of the lube onto your fingers and slide them into your pussy, then finger-fuck yourself. I want to hear you moaning into the phone until I get there. Even better, I want to hear how wet you are.”

Oh, God. I squirm at your words and the walls of my pussy swell with pressure. I will finally meet you this night. All of our instant messenger chats about our desires, about limits, and about how, if things work well, we will integrate normal life and kink—all of these things have me panting at one simple request.

“How long until you arrive?” I slide my legs apart on the seat, and the scent of my sex juices quickens my heartbeat. I am dripping wet for you…no need for the lube, but as instructed I squeeze a small drizzle onto my fingertips.

“Fifteen minutes tops.”

I arrived early tonight. I inhale, fill my lungs and sigh. “So long? I am dripping wet.” I fidget slightly and then slide my fingers into the lips of my sex, spreading the hole wide. A jolt of desire clenches my ass muscles and the hairs on my arms stand.

“Ah, good girl, such a lovely hitch of breath. I will be there shortly, my sweet, and then all the real fun shall begin.”

The image of you sitting in front of your computer on Web cam flashes before me. I push my fingers deep into my lava warmth and clench my muscles about them. Your bright, shining blue eyes glinting with laughter as your masculine, chiseled face curves into a smile. I’ve masturbated for you on cam with my panties stuffed in my mouth, smelling the earthy scent of my arousal and tasting the tart flavor of me mingled with soap on the fabric. You are so very handsome, and oh, that smile! A smile I would get on my knees and beg to see.

Your attitude and the way you dominate me with your words and eyes—a shiver of anticipation rushes along my spine and my thighs quiver. The things you had me do online as you watched over the net have become fodder for my masturbation at night. What would real-time play be like?

You are on your way to me. This night we will play real time and publically. This night your hands will trail my skin.

“Stella, are you there?”

Your deep voice pulls me from my wandering. “Y-yes.” I work my fingers in and out of the oiled walls of my sex.

“Good, I like to hear that breathy voice.” Humor rings in your tone. “No coming, Stella, and I want you to take off your dress and wait for me naked in the car.”

“Yes, sir.” I glanced down at my hands; one holding the phone, the other moving in and out of the wet folds of my cunt. “May I put the phone down, sir?”

“Indeed, but only to take the dress off. I want to hear every move you make until I arrive. In fact put me on speaker.”

Invisible feathers drag across my body and my stomach flips. You want to simply hear me. My tongue thickens and I swallow hard. I am in deep. Chills of anticipation lap over my skin. Much deeper than I should be for a first-time meeting. Steady yourself, Stella. You don’t know if in person chemistry will be as deadly as all the flirtations online. “Okay, sir. I am putting you on speaker and setting the phone on the dash.”

I press the little megaphone icon on my BlackBerry and set the phone on the slopped leather surface of the dash. My hand shakes as I reach up to untie the dress at my neck.

What am I doing? I glance around lot. Not one other car on this top level, not a soul to be found. Concentrate on that fact, Stella, not that across the alley anyone who looked out the window can see you stripping naked. I look up through the sunroof, only the stars and the garage pole lights shine through. I close my eyes and listen to the car honking on the busy Seattle streets below.

I will do this for you, because you have requested me to, and from all we have shared so far we seem an excellent fit for long-term. Kids, divorces, houses in the same town, we both work in technology, but have creative streaks outside work. You have been doing this for a long time. I, for only two years. Two years of struggles to find exactly what I am, and what I crave in this new chapter of my life.

Now I know what I want. For now anyway.

I want to balance normal vanilla life and kink.

You want the same.

I drop the silk straps of the black halter dress down. My breasts tingle in the air. Nipples pointed, I slide the dress down over my hips and push my bottom up from the seat. Pushing the fabric and my hand beneath my bottom, I slide the dress down to pool at my ankles around my four-inch black strappy heels.

“I am naked, sir.” The words blurt from my mouth and my stomach flips once again. How foolish those words sound spoken aloud to an empty car.

“Good girl, Stella. Now pick up the phone.”

I reach for the phone and pick my BlackBerry up. I press the speaker button on the face and hold it to my ear.