Exchanges

[Little_Lottie]

The club was full. It was a Saturday night after all. I had come dressed in what you had sent to me. A simple black bodice top with a plaid skirt, almost like a school girl outfit but not.

I don't know how you knew my size but you did. I didn't question.

There were a lot of things I didn't question about you. And that's how you liked it.

My strawberry blonde hair is worn in no special way, just hanging loosely with a hat that matches the color of the skirt.

I arrived at club just when the crowd starts to get heavy. But I surpass them by being allowed through the VIP ropes. The first thing I do once inside is order a drink. Vodka.

I need to loosen up. We've done this many times before but for some reason I always was nervous.

 

[susurrus]

I saw her enter, from my place at the back, far enough from the pulsing music and strobing lights to feel at least a modicum of privacy. From this distance, and with the myriad obstacles - both active and inert - it had been difficult to find the exact spot that would afford the relative calm I desired, and yet give a clear view to the doorway from which she would emerge. However, a brief exploration had yielded exactly what I desired.

That morning, I had had delivered a package to her doorstep: the outfit I wished her to wear for the evening. I knew she was curious how I managed to supply her with clothing that fit her perfectly, but such secrets were my own, and even had she asked, she would have received no answer. That she trusted me was enough, and that trust simply made me feel greater responsibility toward her, a greater sense of possession.

I was assured to see her wearing the clothing I'd supplied. While she trusted me, I trusted her to follow my instructions that she was to wear exactly what was in the package - no more, no less. Even from such a distant vantage, I could tell she wore no jewelry. I knew from previous sessions she bore no artwork on her body, something I was surprised to discover, yet, pleased to know. She was already a fine enough work of art that some other person's poor attempt to enhance her beauty would merely detract from it.

It was quite obvious she was uncomfortable. The evening was cool, and what she wore would have protected her from that but little. She would warm up soon enough, though, so I had little concern for her. Also, I knew what I had chosen as her garb for the evening was far different from what she normally wore - the bodice a tad too tight, the skirt a bit too short - and one thing that had been lacking in the package for the evening was undergarments.

I watched as she scanned the crowd, attempting to spy me among the throng. I chuckled a bit. Surely she didn't think I would be alone amid all that? However, now that she had arrived, I considered at some point venturing into the roiling sea of flesh, but until she discovered my hiding place, I'd stay put. No sense making her search any more difficult than it was already.

The clothing I had sent her hugged her curves delectably. I saw many people - of both genders - show great interest in the spectacular creature who had just entered their midst, but she didn't seem to notice their lascivious stares.

I simply sat and watched, drinking in her beauty, knowing she'd find her way to me soon enough...

 

[Little_Lottie]

I couldn't help but feel everyone looking at me. Not that it mattered. No, only one person matter and that was you.

Where were you? I knew you were hiding--not intentionally but it was going to take some time to find you. The club was packed, or perhaps it just seemed that when because I needed to find you--I'll never know.

Taking a few deep breaths, I try to calm myself down. Why was I so nervous anyway? We had done this before, many times. The thing was, I still didn't know your name. I didn't know if you were married. I didn't know a lot of things, but I did know one thing--we needed each other in this way.

How did we find out about each other?

I brush that thought off, it doesn't matter. The past is in the past.

With a small amount of gusto, I push away from the bar and start to talk about the club. I look for you, hoping you'll call out to me or just appear but that was highly unlikely. You never did that. You just wanted until I found you.

And then, just when I was turning away--there you were! I head in your direction, not one bit shy. I smile at you. As I approach your table, you don't take your eyes off of me, but before I change my mind, I quickly sit down across from you, the music of the club is merely a back ground sound. You're my first priority right now.

 

[susurrus]

As the club filled, It became more and more difficult for her to maneuver without being touched by the bodies that crowded her. It was obvious from where I sat that while many of the touches she received were unintentional, some were very deliberate. However, with this many people in such close proximity, it would be impossible for her to know which were intentional and which were not.

Her growing anxiety became evident, even from across the room. The doubt had set in as to whether I was actually in the building, or whether she had come to the right place. I smiled at that. At first glance, it would seem cruel to place such doubts in her head, but I knew the relief and glee she would experience when she discovered my hiding place would far offset any misgivings she might be feeling right at that moment. Deep inside, she knew I would be there, even if might appear otherwise initially. She knew that, even should I decide not to participate actively, I would insist on being present to watch whatever unfolded.

I had no idea how many hands had fondled her while she stood, looking with a growing frenzy across the large room with it's flashing lights and booming music. She'd push through a few feet, then stop to search once more, allowing more people to feel her scantily-clad body. With all the touching that was going on, even through her building anxiety, I could tell she was being aroused.

I didn't worry about how long it took her to discover me. I was certain that eventually she would cover every corner of the place, her knowledge that I was present somewhere spurring her on.

Then, I saw the flash of recognition, and the uncertainty fled her face immediately. Once that occurred, the only thing that remained apparent was her boiling arousal.

Now that she had spotted my hiding place, she tried to make the shortest line possible to me. This took her across the dance floor, where bodies writhed and groped in sinuous accord with the frantic heartbeat of the music being pumped through the speakers. She stopped many times as others attempted to draw her in to whatever sexual rhythm they felt coursing through their bodies. Once her lack of undergarment was discovered, her temporary partners took every chance they could to lift her thin, short skirt and display her bare ass and shaven pussy to whoever might see. A few even tried to pull down the cups of her bustier and take advantage of that as well, but it was too tight to come away without practically removing the garment entirely.

When she finally emerged to the relative calm outside the dance floor, she looked on the verge of orgasm. With desperate eyes, she stared directly at me, finally within a dozen feet or so. I simply smiled slightly, delighted to see her in once piece, aroused as well, having witnessed her debauchery in the attempt to arrive at the point she now stood.

However, now that she was within seconds of her destination, I saw the flash of uncertainty well up through the horniness. For a moment, she decided to turn away, escape whatever hold she felt I had on her. I'd watched it happen before. Each time, curiosity or something else pushed that hesitation aside and she submitted herself for whatever I planned to put her through.

This time was no exception. While she battled a brief time with herself regarding whether she should stay or go, she eventually let one foot move in front of the other, until she stood at my table.

The look on her face told me she would do anything I wanted her to. For a second, I entertained the thought of having her lift her short skirt and press her no-doubt swollen clit against the corner of the table until she sprayed her orgasm all over the floor. Watching her cum was always a treat, whether it was from a distance or from close up, but I wasn't quite ready for her to cum yet.

Without a word, I gestured to a chair, which she took without word or hesitation.

Now seated across from me, she looked relieved, yet unsure of herself. She had no idea whether I would take direct part in the festivities, or whether she would simply become the center of attention. Regardless what occurred, she knew she would have the experience of a lifetime. It was what encouraged her to accept my little gifts, the thing that forced her to come to these places at my order.

For the moment, I felt the need to let her anxiety build a bit. She had discovered my location, but she still didn't know what I was going to do to her, or make her do. I wanted to let that bubble up into her arousal a bit, so I simply said, "Welcome, little one. I trust you're having a fine evening. You look stunning."