As he had arranged, yesterday she had gone to the bookstore and found his instructions on a piece of paper in a copy of The Story of O she found on the shelf. Today she was following the instructions: Wear a skirt with panties. Go to the Caf Vicenza coffee shop on Main Street at 7:15 p.m.

Go into the restroom. Remove your panties, fold them and place them into your purse. Order a small cappuccino, sit down, relax and enjoy your drink.

At 7:35 p.m. leave the caf. Walk two doors west to the My City Art Gallery. Briefly view the art, walk to the back into the narrow hallway, and turn right, walk up to the door that is locked and key in the code 0712 on the lock. Open the door and walk up the metal spiral staircase.

Walk outside onto the balcony. I will be there at one of the tables on the balcony. Say nothing until I ask you a question about your day. Prepare to have my length in your mouth and my fingers buried in your softness. She wore the charcoal grey skirt and suit jacket to work today, normal for her job as the Head Librarian.

No one suspected anythingshe couldnt believe she was doing thisthey had met online, exchanged mail, pictures and phone calls, but hey had yet to meet.

She went into the coffee shop restroom locked the door and slipped out of her panties, folding them and putting them in her purse. She ordered and sat down with her cappuccino. She could barely concentrateher mind was racing with the excitement of the unknown, the sexual tension was buildingshe kept checking her watch7:35. She walked out and to the West. Inside the art gallery she browsed, but couldnt focusshe was scared and at the same time excitedshe could feel the heat and wetness of her softness.

She walked into the narrow hallway lined with more art. Near the end was a small hall that ended with a door with a combination lock. She entered the code 0712 and opened the door.

She climbed up the dimly lit steel spiral case. At the top was a landing and door that led outside. She opened it and stepped out. There was a slight breeze. It was spring cool and she stood still, letting her eyes adjust to the dim lighting.

Three tables and there he was, alone. Handsome as he was in the pictures he had sent her. Blue jeans, black t-shirt, Black jacket. She was scared but she knew she would be fine in his hands.

Good evening he said. He got up from the table, walked to her took her hand and lead her to the wall of the building. Kneel down, undo my pants and pull my length out. Her softness was on fireshe loosened his belt, unbuttoned the button, and lowered the zipper. Carefully she slid the pants down just a bit, lowered the white boxer briefs and pulled out his hard length with her left hand. The knob was exposed, the veins throbbingshe wanted it in her mouthshe knew she would be having itit was in his instructions. Tickle my length . She took it in without hesitation.

It was hot.

She swirled her tongue around the head and worked it in and out, taking it over and over almost gagging twice. She worked her hand and mouth in perfect timing, rapidly pushing him to bursting.

His length was slick with her saliva, her hand and mouth were like silk, she was giving a face play like she had never given before and he was respondingshe could feel his nuts twitchinghe was about to cumthe pre-cum was lubing the inside of her mouth nowStop. He eased her mouth off of his length. He stepped back and stuffed his rock hard tool back into his pants and buckled up. Stand up. She did as she was told. He turned her around, facing the brick wall.

He reached around, pushing her jacket aside, quickly unbuttoned her blouse and yanked her bra down to her waist. He pushed her up against the bricks. Being up against the cold bricks nearly took her breath away. With her blouse and bra around her waist from her face to her stomach she could feel the cold masonry. Little shock waves lead from her nipples to her softness, which was hot and sopping wet.

Spread your legs apart was what she heard right before two fingers glided into her hot warmth. Her legs nearly buckled. He curled his fingers and went for her G-spot. She was moaning and panting...He lifted her skirt up and pushed himself up against hershe could feel his length through his jeans. He reached around with his right hand and started rubbing her personal place, up and down side to side. It seemed like he somehow knew what worked for her. She was bucking some now.

His left hand left her softness, but only for a second or two. Then two fingers again parted her wet swollen lips, this time thrusting in and out. He stopped with his hand. Relax. Take three deep breaths. She did, relaxed her upper body against the wall, resting her cheek on the cold bricks, letting the tension go from her legs. Then something happened that he hadnt had on the list of instructions. She felt his thumb, wet with her juices, slowly work its way into her soft place. Ohohshe thought Ive never! She overrode the thoughts and relaxed her sphincter. His thumb glided in slowly and smoothly just past the joint.

She breathed some more and her sensitive place accepted the intrusion. It felt good, it felt forbidden. He started working her softness again with both hands.

Her body was electrified. Her soft place, softness nipples, skin, all stimulated and rapidly leading to explosion! She was teasing and pantingher face tits and belly were cold, her softness teasing and on fire and her soft place full!!! Her legs started buckling as the orgasm rose up from her belly. UhUhhUhhh!!! She convulsed and could say no words, only sound. He held her up or she felt like she would collapse. She started to regain control of her bodyshe moved her hands up onto the wall. She looked ahead and breathedwondering what was next.

He eased his thumb from her soft place and his fingers from her softness. Gently he turned her around, pulled up her bra and shirt, pulled down her skirt then pushed his mouth against hers, kissed her warmly and deeply and said How was your day?