A story inspired by a very special tgirl who deserves all that the world has to offer and more...
Unlike the handful of men she'd met with previously, who'd gone straight to her room, most under the cover of darkness not wanting to risk being seen with a tgirl, he'd insisted on meeting her out in the open, the hotel bar where she found him sat at a corner table studying his smartphone.
As she approached he made eye contact, placed the phone on the table top, stood and took a couple of paces towards her until she was close enough for him to turn his face to one side and invite her to kiss him, without hesitation she accepted and welcomed him with the gentlest of touches on both of his cheeks.
"Good girl, coffee, we've got plenty of time?"
As he returned to his seat and she took the one opposite she found herself focusing on the significance of those first two words, he'd spoken them so naturally yet they'd felt strangely symbolic to her.
"A latte, thank you"
Catching the eye of a waitress he beckoned her towards them.
"An americano for me please and a flat white for the lady"
He glanced across to his companion anticipating her reaction and she didn't disappoint, no words just an expression of surprise and confusion until she realised that what he'd done wasn't a mistake, it was deliberate, he'd decided for her and had sent a very clear message of intent in the process.
They sat and talked for a few minutes.
He complimented her appearance, she'd gone for comfort as he'd suggested yet looked as stylish as ever, he asked how she'd been, about her work and the journey down, listening intently to every word she spoke in reply.
She did the same, enquiring about his family situation, his work before retiring and how he filled his time nowadays displaying genuine interest throughout.
They were interrupted only by her coffee arriving and a minute or two later when he handed her the gift that he'd bought, neatly wrapped and finished with a tied ribbon.
"For me?"
She smiled, slid a perfectly painted nail beneath a fold in the paper and began to prise it apart.
"Just a little something I thought you might like"
"Wow... my, you really do have good taste!"
With both hands gently clutching the edge of the table her eyes were fixed on what lay there before her.
"Gio Classic, my size too.... and your favourite colour.... thank you, they're gorgeous!"
He pictured her wearing them, her smooth silky legs encased in his favourite nylons, wrapped tightly around him while he took her.
"Time to make a move young lady"
"Where to?"
He didn't answer, pushed his chair back, stood and began a slow walk to the exit, extending an elbow as he came alongside side and smiling to himself as she reacted instinctively by inserting her arm, totally unaware of his erection.
Approaching the exit door he slowed and then stopped, she continued and held it open for him to pass through as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
They joined arms once again and made their way to his car, where they were heading she had no idea and for the first time in her life she really didn't care, this was heaven.
When they reached his car he simply got in, fastened his seat belt and started it up, no opening the door for her and getting used to his ways now she didn't find it surprising.
Her view of him hadn't so much changed since they'd met little over an hour go now than been confirmed. He was polite, had a pleasant demeanor, was fun to be with and assertive though he may be she felt unusually secure in his presence, it was as if he were protecting her and that she found comforting.
They drove for fifteen minutes or so before reaching a small parade of shops where he stopped and parked up. Not knowing the area she had no idea where they were nor why, she couldn't see a restaurant or a pub just half a dozen non descript shops.
He got out and she followed, curious as to why they were there and where it was he was taking her.
Suddenly he stopped, turned around and began studying her in detail, from head to toe, every inch and with an inquisitive expression that she couldn't get her head around.
"You're making me nervous"
"Don't be, turn around for me, slowly"
And with that he turned himself and pushed open the door of the shop closest to them, this time holding it open and beckoning her forward, she entered and he followed.
Looking around it wasn't clear to her what this particular establishment was all about, the front area was tidy but sparse, no shelves displaying products, no products on display whatsoever as far as she could tell?
A middle aged woman dressed plainly but smartly appeared from behind a curtain at the back.
"Can I help you?"
He took a step towards her
"We've a booking for 2pm, Hayward"
Her mind was racing, a booking, for Hayward, for what in heaven's name?!
"Ah yes, please come through"
The woman turned and walked to the back of the room, holding the curtain open as the two of them followed her into what was clearly a studio of some sort. Plain white walls, a single chair set in the centre of a dark wooden floor, lighting rails on three of the four walls and more in the ceiling space.
"Miss Hayward, if you'd like to sit here"
The woman rested her hand on the back of the chair and moved it forward an inch or so.
"Rob, I'm not sure......"
"Relax, I thought it'd be nice to have our picture taken, professionally, I've seen her work and it's wonderful, really stylish"
With camera in hand the woman watched as her subject sat down and made herself comfortable, adjusted her skirt and brushed her hair away from her eyes
"I thought you said us, you're not joining me?"
"Not just yet, I've asked Marcia to take a few of you on your own first, it won't take too long"
With that she settled down and despite wishing he'd told her beforehand and given her a chance to make sure she was looking her best began to enjoy the experience.
He looked on with a wry smile on his face, she looked gorgeous and didn't seem at all put out by Marcia's constant stream of instructions to look up, down, to the side, smile or even 'give me playful'.
"You're a natural Lucy, you really are, these are going to look so good I just know it... have you ever thought of modelling, I can put you in touch with someone if you're interested?"
She'd enjoyed it, the smile on her face said it all and as she got up from her seat glanced across to him quickly enough to catch the look on his face that made it clear he'd enjoyed it just as much as she had.
"And now the two of you together?"
Before either of them could answer she'd made her way past them, through the curtain and into what they now knew to be the front reception area, returning a few seconds later with a set of keys in her hand.
"Door's locked, I'm not sure what you'd like but I wouldn't want us interrupted"
And with that he took charge.
Marcia the photographer gripped her camera and awaited his instructions, Lucy took a deep nervous breath not sure what was about to unfold.
For the next 30 minutes he orchestrated everything, who stood or sat where, the camera angles, the expressions they were to adopt, nothing was left to the professional in the room other than pressing the shutter button.
First the formal couple, Lucy sat down with him standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders, looking both directly into the camera and then up and down at each other, smiling and then lovingly.
A series of close ups followed next, standing inches apart looking directly at each other and taken from the side, stood side by side and from the front, behind one another with him above her and once more from the front.
They were enjoying themselves, taking it seriously but having fun nonetheless, occasional smiles but for the large part they remained expressionless as if wanting to portray an aura of mystery.
Marcia could sense the two of them growing closer with every shot, they spoke few words yet seemed totally in sync with one another, she'd photographed dozens of tgirls in the past but never with their men and just thinking about where this might go was making her wet.
Another change in position, him standing while Lucy sat on the floor with her legs tucked beneath her and to one side at his feet, first resting her head on his leg, then with both her arms wrapped around it and looking up at him.
Marcia stepped forward and back, changing angles and how the light fell upon them, oblivious to the increasingly sensual atmosphere they were unknowingly creating.
"Almost there, one more" he announced, reaching into a pocket as Lucy, by now so totally relaxed, ran her fingers through her hair and watched Marcia change lenses.
He positioned her as he'd done earlier, standing directly in front of him and moved closer until they were only inches apart looking directly at one another.
And without speaking proceeded to place the two thin black leather straps around the back of her head and the shiny red ball in her mouth, pulling the straps tight before fastening them together.
Lucy said nothing and remained motionless throughout, not so much accepting her fate as embracing the inevitable.
Marcia didn't bat an eyelid and paused, waiting for that moment when everything would be perfect and only then pressed the shutter.
He glanced over and satisfied that she'd captured that final all important shot passed her his bank card.
"As soon as you can please, you've got my email address?"
"Within a week, you have my word and thank you both again for your custom"
Stepping back out onto the street he noticed that Lucy might have overlooked something.... the ball gag was still in place, now glistening with moisture in the late afternoon sunshine.
She looked at him, him at her, neither said anything and together they returned to his car.
Arriving back at her hotel, he found a space right outside reception and switched off the engine.
"You look incredible, so good that I'm loathed to remove it but I'm not sure the good people of west London are quite ready for us yet"
He leant across, unfastened the straps and let it drop from her mouth before wiping it with a tissue and putting it back in his pocket.
"Need to freshen up and change?"
"Do you mind, I won't take too long I promise?"
"Go ahead and take your time, touch yourself if you need to, I'll grab a beer at the bar, call me when you're ready"
She felt her cock twitch for a moment.
"Anything in particular, dress wise I mean?"
"Besides your new nylons?"
She giggled like a schoolgirl and skipped off towards her room, already considering what might go well with sheer black seamed fully fashioned nylons, full of excitement and anticipation the like of which she hadn't felt in a long time.
He smiled to himself (it was becoming a habit) and made for the bar.
Tempted though she was to empty herself before getting changed the cage was still working it's magic so she settled for a quick couple of inches of dildo.
Text message: Are we eating? x
He text back, that they would be but in her room
To be continued? |
