Exploring and recognition

In the train, on my way to DB where i'll meet T. for the first time, i sway being nervous. i switch the comfy boots i wear for the high heels i have with me in my bag. My thoughts wandering restless. To concentrate myself i take a bottle of nailpolish to do my nails. At last i've managed to grow the nails of the fingers of my right hand. Now i have to go for the left ones. Oh well, back to the train. i am very concentrated polishing my nails as a voice disturbs this concentration.
"Is this seat taken?" aiming at the seat next to me. Damn, i think, lots of seats in the train, why does this man had to take place next to me. Somewhat disturbed i look up and i am startled. For a second i'm not sure, i only saw two photographs of Him, besides He's coming from the south, another direction, but then, yes it really is Him; T. I am confused and start giggling while He sits down next to me. So close. He gives me a hug. Because of my nerves i keep still. i had expected to meet Him in DB., being prepared, drinking coffee somewhere with some distance between each other. But He's is sitting here next to me, very nearby, observing. Fortunately He isn't nervous and starts to talk and ask questions. When i have my nerves under control and doesn't feel the urge to giggle any longer i give Him some sane answers. Anyway i do hope so. Very soon i feel comfortable and i am amazed about the familiarity i feel with Him. Almost from the very beginning. While the contact so far was based upon e-mail, some sms and 2 telephone conversations. The power of words. Soon we're talking about D/s relationships, SM experiences. Sometimes i'm derived by the ear of a young man in front of us. i can see his ear between the 2 seats, he's wearing headphones but i'm wondering if he might hear us.
After a while, finally relaxed, i experience the thoroughness of T. He places his long coat over our legs so that He can check if i'm wearing a slip. He already had let me know that He's allergic of slips and pantyhoses. He always has a handy tool with Him; a Swiss knife. His announcement about the knife, i have to confess to you reader, highly fed my fantasies. Hm, allergic for slips and pantyhoses eh? Don't say that to me, i see it as a dare. But i am already nervous enough, so i didn't wear knickers and thights in stead of pantyhoses, sweet as i am. Honourable girl.
T. is inspecting me, feeling. His hand on my naked skin, He let it there to rest. i feel a bit shy, but T. calmly talks to me. That He had this idea not to get out in DB, but to travel further to my hometown. So He'd already seen me when He was passing me by in the train. Ofcourse i was nervous and didn't expect this so i didn't notice. He looks at me and smiles.

DB at a café. He drinks a beer, i drink cappucino. We are sitting in the back of the café. Next to each other. Because T. wanna feel my leg against his. Constantly. i find this very nice and warm. i dare not cross my legs. Ofcourse we're talking, exploring each other. He knows about my insecurity because of a former unpleasant experience. He makes clear that which way we will go to, whatever will happen, if we're going to walk together as D/s or not, He'll not hurt me or drop me. He protects me.
He smells good. It reminds me of a church. Wood, beeswax, incense. Gucci. His skin. He smells sweet. He tells me stories about His fantasies. Dark fantasies. i have to tell Him mine. My fantasies and desires. When i'm over my insecurity i do pretty good. T. is a gifted storyteller. Nice voice. He looks at me and tells me what He sees; the sub or the girl. Sometimes i show Him the slut. * Blush * He looks at me and tells me a new fantasy. i look Him deep in the eyes and let the story drag me along. Then i feel somewhat dizzy and suddenly i become very emotional. Softly crying. He asks me what happens, touching me, comforting me. i feel emotional because He is so very close, mentally. i am amazed about my strong trusty feeling, about the familiarity.

After that a walk thru DB. i put my hand in His. Full of confidence. Some ideas of Him i tell you about it in a next blog. Also about the dinner in a Greek restaurant which outbidded my naughtiest fantasies. For now i was always a well-behaved girl i suppose.

The evening. This beautiful day sometimes time seems to stand still. He and i alone in our little world, our time. The time that went too fast. On the station a kiss, saying good-bye. We certainly will meet again. Then i will sense Him even more intense. The pain He will give me out of affection. Then i will show Him my utterly nudity. Physical and mentally. i am longing for it...........

Photograph; But you can't hide by Fetishon