My lover calls me at work. She tells me that after work Ipm to go home, shower, put on fresh make up and do my hair, dress in a skirt and sweater with no underwear. She then gives me an address and tells me to arrive there for a specific time. I am to walk down the alley next to the building towards its rear.

At the corner of the building I am to turn and face the street I just walked from, holding my purse strap with both of my leather gloved hands. Whatever I hear, whatever happens, I am not to turn around or leave until after she has left. Prior to this call, I haven't seen my lover for a few days.

I'm not sure what she is planning but as I get home and am preparing myself, I find that I'm wet. I haven't been told not to masturbate so I play with myself in the shower, lowering the nozzle to my softness. I tease myself though, not letting myself come. I'm literally trembling with the tension and anticipation. As I get dressed, I realize that she has deliberately set a time that will agonize me. Not long enough for me to get cold feet but long enough that I have an extra half-hour once I'm dressed before I have to leave. Before I put the skirt on, I decide to shave my softness. I haven't done that for this lover before, though I always trim.

Once my mound is smooth and quickly slicked with the juices from my cunt, I pull on the skirt and leave. I decide to use up the rest of the time by walking part of the way. I make sure I arrive right on time.

I am convinced that everyone who has passed me can tell why my face is flushed. That they can see beneath my clothes to my naked throbbing softness. That they know what I'm doing -- following instructions that will lead or so I hope to a sexual encounter that I have no control over.

I arrive at the building and turn into the side alley. I walk to the back, turn around as instructed, and, grasping at my purse strap with both hands, I gaze at the street. I hear something thud beside me and my heart skips a beat. I hold my breath until I see it was a stray cat jumping off of a nearby transformer box. I tighten my grip and wait, my slick thighs rubbing lightly against each other. Then I hear the voices. Two of them.

I don't recognize either one. Both seem to be men.

They are talking about something that happened earlier, each accusing the other. As they near me, they go slower and their voices drop, then I hear them walk past.

I keep waiting. Now I know why she made the wait so long to begin with. I'm getting my cold feet but for all I know she is watching me and waiting. At the same time I know I won't leave. I know she would never let anything dangerous happen to me. There has been silence for about five minutes when I feel someone grab from behind. My lover, I know it's my lover, I can smell her, reaches under my sweater and cups my breast, rolling the nipple between chilled fingers. The other hand lifts my skirt from behind and tucks it in at the waist, then reaches downs and into my cunt. Feeling the wetness, my lover bites down on my neck and I groan quietly striving not to move. With no more preliminaries she pushes my legs apart and penetrates me. I come at the first finger strokes and keep coming even after she has pulled out. She spanks my soft place and then before I have stopped shaking leaves me, my skirt still hiked up. I rearrange my clothing and walk home, knowing and not caring that everyone who passes me sees the well-played expression on my face. She is at home when I get there, with take out dinner on the table. "Did you have a good day?" she asks.