Thread: Wandering in the Night [RA and Chanti]

RE Never Alone RA and Chanti His hands were cool, his fingers pressing gently against her own hot fingers, flushed with nerves. Thank you. Still tense with nerves, was unable to meet his eyes, unable to even look into his face. But at least she didnt stutter this time. The cool wood of the chair hit the backs of her thighs as she sank down in the seat, and she welcomed it. Her entire body was flushed with the heat of embarrassment. The first man she met from fetlife that didnt freak or creep her out, and she was making a damned fool of herself. She stared blindly at the menu as he perused the wine selection. She already had three choices lined up, had perused the menu online this morning. If she had doubts about him, she had planned on ordering just a bowl of soup and some ice water so she could afford to pay for it with the ten dollars emergency money she had in her wallet. She wouldnt feel right allowing a man she had no interest in to pay. She had planned on offering again to pay her own way, saying it would make her feel better. Give him an out. But now that she was here, and now that he sat across the table from her, she was far too intimidated to do that. He had been quite firm in his last email he paid. If she tried to insist on paying, it may annoy him. He may think she would make a terrible submissive. So that left her with her other two choices. The Citrus Chicken Sorrento or the cheaper Garlic Rosemary Chicken. She really preferred the citrus chicken, but both were expensive. Her preferred favorite was only a dollar more, but she felt selfish ordering it over the cheaper dish. But then he handed the wine menu to her and she went blank. Dear Lord. Wine? She knew nothing about wine. Fortunately she wasnt really supposed to. She was only twenty, but didnt remember if she had told him her age. It was on her profile, but he may not have noticed. Or perhaps he forgot. Or maybe he was just handing her the menu since she had the food menu, and could hand both back to the waitress. She set it down on the table, arranging it neatly on top of the food menu, matching their edges precisely flush with each other. Her thinly stretched nerves vibrated with his deep, calm voice, relaxing slightly. She glanced up at him and found herself staring again at his eyes. Those eyes of his were absolutely the most comforting eyes she had ever seen. She didnt understand it, didnt know why. But it was easy to see herself submitting to this man. That thought had a brief visual image flash of her naked, on her knees in front of him. Her cheeks flushed and she immediately dropped her eyes to the menu. Then the comforting sound of his voice broke apart into words, and she heard schedules. She licked her lips unconsciously as he spoke, her pink lips glimmering wetly. I work 9-5 Monday through Friday at First National as an accountant. She peeked up at him. Accountants were notorious for being boring. Would he lose interest in her because of that? She didnt detect any hint of it in his features. II know some about She glanced around guiltily. They were tucked away in a sun-splashed corner all by themselves, with the closest tables too far away to hear normal conversation. Still, her voice dropped off to a whisper bdsm relationships. I read about them online. It was said in complete innocence, as if reading it online made it true. Of course she knew on one level it did not, but then on another level she found it easy to believe. II guess the thing I am most worried about isummpain. I dont know if I. Dear God, she was stuttering again. Then the waitress was there, smiling brightly. She ordered the peach raspberry tea, and barely noticed him ordering his drink. When the waitress asked if she needed a wine glass Leah shook her head. Im not twenty-one for a few more months yet. Then the waitress was gone, and Leah swallowed hard and finished her sentence. I dont know if I would like it. It was said in a rush of embarrassment as she remembered mentioning her interest in spanking and paddling. He probably thought she was an idiot. But she wasnt talking about THAT when she was talking about pain. It was some of the horrifying things she saw online. Floggings with whips that left dark red welts. Maybe she WOULD like it. On one level it was a titillating thought, to turn her body over like that. On another level, the thought of it terrified her. He would probably be right if he thought she was an idiot. Most of the time it seemed like she didnt know WHAT she wanted. Her hand darted for her water glass, and the icy beaded condensation on the side of it felt soothing to her over-heated palm as she sipped it.