So here’s the temptation as I begin obsessing with audio I find myself writing with different voices in mind. So in a way this one is an exploration of that and the post was designed as a script. Steal it, use it with a lover, or role play till your hearts content with the daring exhibitionist in your life.
The Chesty Blonde takes the vocal lead on this little adventure so I encourage you to give it a listen. The story while certainly not my most graphic piece explores adventure and play in a real world setting. Just remember if you try it on your own I am not responsible for any indecency charges or cleaning fees.
Malflic
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Female read
As I made my way to the airport bags in hand and the night sky still struggling against the first light of day my arrival in the next city seemed inevitable. My over coat tightly buttoned and lapping at my calves with each and every stride the entire adventure was destined to be a mystery.
Somewhere between excitement and trepidation occurred as the garage door opened I drew my scarf tight against my face and made my way to the ice cold waiting car. It sat there taunting me with its frigid interior that would begin spewing the ice cold night air at me as I shivered.
A few minutes later while still waiting for the heater to warm up as the damn thing navigated seemingly with a will of its own mindlessly down a high way I had traversed a million times before. Blinking 40 minutes were gone and I found myself at the exit. It was not the last chance to bail out on the entire weekend but something about stepping out of the car seemed to be a point of no return.. Arrangements that had begun weeks earlier when he had asked me if I’d like to join him for the weekend. A chance to be away to be somewhere different or new even for a few days is always welcome. Still as he booked the airfare the mere mention of the weekend would be an adventure should have given me a clue, even just a little one that he had already thought things out.
Then again it is not where the true adventure nonsense really began.
Last night as I began to pack the phone rang, there’s a note for you with some instructions his voice stated matter of factly.
M In it is a copy of your itinerary, a few details about what to do after you land and a few other instructions.
F Thinking nothing of it since he was at times a neurotic wreck about travel we finished our conversation while I packed. After all what kind of input could he have that was really all that pertinent. Eventually I went off to find the letter.
In it was everything that he promised plus instructions to make sure that I wore my long winter coat, a warm scarf, and had gloves. Nothing odd there, not in the least. He asked that I dress nicely since we would have to be at lunch with a few clients before going to the hotel and make sure to bring an empty bay along.
Well big city, warm coat and an empty bag. What was a girl to think except that there would be some very serious shopping involved. Now what kind of lady would I be if that didn’t hold at least a little appeal. He didn’t feel the need to bring up comfortable shoes, ahh I thought maybe he already understood that would be a given.
This morning just before leaving the house he sent a text. There’s more instructions under the drivers seat but don’t open them until after you land. Dress nice, extra bag, can you say the sneak was sending me out with a personal shopper for the day. Client lunch my ass. Or so I thought.
Of course I was dying to know. So I read it. “are you here yet. If not you might want to stop and start over once you land.” I didn’t listen. He probably knew better. And I read on. When you land you’ll get a text telling what to do next. One wrong step could be very embarrassing so follow the directions completely when you get them. Chance are you brought an empty suit case so check it and on your way through buy a duffel bag,
Two empty bags, that seemed a bit curious. A little coffee, an uneventful flight and right as I got off the plane in came the text. Of course I almost ignored it but decided to check it anyway.
M “Your bags will be picked up for you and taken to the hotel. Did you get your duffel bag”
F No I really don’t need one.” I texted back.
M “I’d recommend it before we continue”
F he answered back
Silly man so I went and picked one out, a nice one mind you. Then as I made my way through the crowded concourse the next one came in.
M “Are you ready to play?”
F “sure why not?” After all who knows what he was thinking.
The phone rang
M “Good. Are you wearing your top coat?”
F “Of course”
M “Then call me when you get to baggage claim”
F “A little obsessive aren’t we. Afraid some one will steal me?”
M Yes. Call me when you get there.
F Swinging my bag, and a few other things I walked to the edge of the madness stared grateful I was on the other side of the security line and descended the escalator toward baggage claim.
The phone rang. His voice was clear and the instructions sent my heart racing. After drinking it all in I reconfirmed the one fact that needed it. “Yes I’ve got the number car seven twelve.”
My heels clicked as I made my way to the restroom, finding an over sized stall at the end I locked the door behind me. Following the instructions to a T. I stripped, slowly slipping my skirt off of my hips. My heart raced even more as I folded it and put in the now obviously necessary bag. A creamy blouse so demure and un assuming exposed my soft warm flesh slightly more as each button was un done. As my fingers touched the next one it raised my senses more and more, heightening the tension, building somewhere between nervousness and arousal.
Slipping it off my shoulders modesty waned behind the shiny silver door and folding everything neatly, placing it in my new bag and finishing up a few final touches. The coat covering my bared flesh with its long thick wool, checking it one last time to make certain it wouldn’t be flying open at an in opportune time. Tightly tucking my scarf securely in place to cover what could otherwise be exposed bits and pieces that while certainly not private would have raised a few eyebrows.
Making my way my way past the sinks and back into a public area. Not daring to make eye contact with anyone in the now crowed passage. Some of the my boldness of a few moments ago faded as there I stood there and spotted a large man in a black suit holding my luggage. He smiled, after he knew I saw him and turned without saying a word.
Of course I followed.
The sensation of the silk lining teasing my otherwise naked body with each stride, was a maddening distraction. Its slow gentle caress, enticing, making me aware of the lack of layers, still I didn’t know what to expect.
As for expectations stockings and heels were the only thing anyone would expect to see from the knees down but if they only new how out of the ordinary my attire was above that point, it might have caused a scene.
I wondered as busy travelers passed by and the occasional glance and smiles worried me. The insane idea that a random stranger would know from the look on my face caused me to blush, in a most immodest way.
Stepping through the vestibule the first blast of the sub artic air kissed my face and as it filled my lungs the gusts made their way beneath my coat, between my legs and causing my entire body to shudder. Crossing traffic a city cop waved me past to the center island and standing next to my bags and the foreboding gent in the black suit a long white limo with the number 712 rounded the corner.
It seemed like an eternity as it weaved through traffic, meandering around busses and shuttles. The driver pulled to the curb even with me. Flashing a wide and wicked grin he moved the ridiculously long vehicle so the back door was a simple two strides from me. The windows along the side of the car were blacked out with the deepest darkest black I had ever seen and to add to the mystery were covered in a thick layer of ice. The ice muted their dark color making the windows look liked an odd muted crystal, topped off in a cloudy white.
As the trunk popped open I jumped out of my skin startled and waiting. The surreal vision of my bags being placed in the by the large man I had followed outside washed over me as I was startled again as the driver slammed it shut. He didn’t speak he simply turned and headed back toward the front of the car.
So much for service.
Looking down, the back door had begun to swing open ever so slightly. The air from the balmy interior sent steam spewing into the bitter cold concrete wasteland surrounding me an emerald green light escaped the interior. And there he was, smiling like the devil.
Now I understood, and new exactly where it was going. As the limo door swung open all the way. I returned the favor unbuttoning my long coat, one step from the door swung it open all the way, the 5 degree air all but took my breath away, my bared flesh quivered with anticipation and chill. My nipples, well they were already erect, but the exposure made them as hard as they had ever been.
As I bent down to get in the car the oncoming traffic surely got a glimpse of bare hip. Perhaps something more. Warm air filled my lungs, the door quickly closed behind me as I fell into his arms. Sliding myself against him, the coat a recently disregarded appendage, the bag tossed thoughtlessly to the far end of the long bench seat.
I sat there in nothing but a garter, stockings, and heels, bathed in the dark green light and the mysteriously tropically scented heat. Sipping the glass of champagne he handed me.
“Now what?” I asked
The look in his eyes said it all as we began cavorting indecently before the car had even cleared the end of the terminal.
