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Part One Mark closed the computer down quickly. The noise of his wife’s key in the lock had jerked him back to reality. Today was really close. He was usually more careful, but today he had been finalising details. Details that would mean he would meet his friend, the friend he had been talking for nearly a year. Her name was Rhiannon, and as far as he could tell, she was a really nice lady. The small photos they exchanged online were only passport sized and didn’t show any detail but their faces. The photo she had sent was of a woman with dark hair cropped close to her chin, slightly spiked as it framed her face. It showed a smiling face, coy. Totally different to the lady he spoke to on the sex website they were both members of. Rhiannon waited for a response, but as usual he had left the site without saying goodbye. When they had first started talking, she had been a little irritated, but soon realised that Mark needed to make a quick exits on a regular basis. They had been talking for a long time now. He was different to many men she spoke to. Most of them wanted sexual gratification, which was not on her agenda. She was more interested in making friends. Since the break up in her marriage she had many friends online. A select few she had been intimate with, but all were genuine caring people. Mark was one of her platonic friends. Mark was used to shutting the computer down quickly as he had teenage children. But they were away with grandparents so he knew it must be his wife. Sophie opened the door of the office and glanced towards the computer. He was glad he had shut it down, it would be lunacy to spoil the plans he was making. They had been months in making. She asked him if he wanted something to eat, he nodded and turned his head to some papers that were in front of him implying the conversation was complete and she left the room. Rhiannon was surprised when she had agreed to meet him. She had typed her response before thinking, and once sent she wasn’t able to retract the message. She had thought several times she could cancel, but the details of the meeting fitted in with one of her favourite fantasies. So by the time they had finalised the details, she was really looking forward to the day she would finally meet her online friend. The following day Mark waited until Sophie had left the house. She worked early and late shifts in a bar, the type that serves meals from breakfast to late evening. So once she left for work, he usually had a few hours he could spend online before he had to go to work too. He loved and trusted Sophie, but knew her personality. She was very friendly, may be too friendly, but that was the nature of the job. She was there to look good, and flirt with the customers. Ok, it wasn’t in the job description and wasn’t politically correct, but it was an unwritten job duty and he knew she needed to be the eye candy. However, with Sophie gone, he could start to get ready. Outside it was a crisp winter’s day and he hoped it would be perfect for what he had planned. Rhiannon woke early as she had a long way to travel. Visiting Mark’s English city would mean leaving the safety of the close knit communities in the Welsh valleys. She wasn’t used to travelling alone. Almost all through her adult life she had been chaperoned by her husband, but since splitting up, she had become a more confident, positive person; willing to try new things. The old Rhiannon would never have joined the web site, and definitely never entertain the idea of a sexual liaison. She had even booked a double room for the night, although she had no idea whether she would be sleeping alone or not. He had never met anyone he had talked to online in the flesh before. This was going to be a special occasion, so he had booked a day off. The relationship he shared with Rhiannon was platonic, but with heavy sexual almanbahis innuendo. He had wanted to take it further. But his marriage and the thought of putting his feelings into words had made him hold back from making those types of advances. Nevertheless, he knew that the description she had given him to go with the photo would definitely make him think hard about his actions for the next 24 hours. Rhiannon had thought carefully about what to wear for the journey. She knew it had to be sexy without it being tarty as she had a fair way to travel, but she also wanted to make an impact. First impressions were really important to Rhiannon, as all through her life people had judged her because of her size. She had chosen a slim fitting, red top with a cleavage as low as train travel modesty would allow and a long black skirt with red, ankle stiletto heeled boots. They were comfortable for travel but also she knew she looked good in them. Her small rounded ass looked good in the skirt. The looks she was getting from the men on the train indicated that it had been the right outfit to choose. The train pulled into the station. He waited expectantly, searching the crowd, looking for the face from the photo. He had almost given up, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Rhiannon, he knew she was short, but his imagination had failed to store this piece of information, so he had been looking above her head. Apart from her height, she was everything he had imagined. His eyes fell towards her cleavage and he smiled. They had chatted about their favourite parts of the body and they had agreed on asses and boobs. Part of their rapport had been built on sending each other pictures they found on the internet, thus proving they were on the same wave length where sex was concerned. They said their shy hellos with a quick peck on the lips and a firm hug. Both Mark and Rhiannon found themselves falling into step with each other and immediately a jovial banter started, as if they had been friends for years. He liked her Welsh lilt and the inflection on some of her words turned him on. He had no idea why, but the time talking online had given his imagination free rein and the fantasies about his friend had been varied. But now, he had her voice to add to the images. There was no need to talk about the day’s itinerary as they had spoken about it so much online. Over lunch they found themselves laughing and joking about friends they both knew online and which friends they would tell about the meeting. After a short drive, they arrived at a small English inn the type with a beer garden outside, and a roaring fire inside. It had been carefully selected by Mark to fit a specific fantasy. They entered the building separately. Mark waiting in the car until he was sure that Rhiannon was safely booked in and up in her room getting ready. Mark checked the time as he ordered his drink. He was not too sure how long this was going to take, but he was willing to wait all night if he had to. Rhiannon unpacked quickly, unsure of how much time she had. So after a quick shower to freshen up, she put on the clothes they had agreed on for the occasion. The black basque, which pushed her ample breasts up gave her an amazing cleavage. She was pleased to see her refection in the mirror that it was still immediately obvious through the simple black top that they had chosen online together. She felt incredibly sexy even though she was going to be fully dressed for the evening. The bar was mostly frequented by local people, but Mark wanted to sit in the dimly lit lounge. He was pleased that it was empty and he could choose where to sit. Other customers might make the plans harder to implement. The pub was exactly as the online pictures had shown. Mark chose a discreet place to sit with his drink and his laptop. He wanted to look as almanbahis yeni giriş if he was doing work, so no one would disturb him. He wondered what Rhiannon was doing, so he contacted her through the Instant Messenger they had decided to use to communicate with each other. She heard the noise from her laptop. Mark had sent a message saying they were going to be waiting a while. Her response was quick, but she knew what she wanted to do. They had never used their web cams before, but today she decided to throw caution to the wind and click the cam icon. In front of the laptop she pulled on the flesh coloured stockings, relishing the feeling between her fingers. She was determined that tonight she was going to enjoy herself. She began stroking her legs slowly and seductively from the foot. She took extra care at her ankles, using both hands to caress them through the nylon. Feeling the texture of the material emphasised the sensation. The tingling she felt radiated throughout her body and she could feel the familiar dampness developing in-between her thighs. She hoped Mark was appreciating what she was doing as much as she was. Her hands then progressed to her calf, and sensually pulled the stockings the length of her outstretched leg, attaching the top band of the stockings to the suspenders connected to the basque. Pointing the toes of the other leg, she did exactly the same, but did it while standing with her bare ass in full view of the camera. Mark was surprised, but eager to see why Rhiannon was using the cam. She knew all about his fantasies, and stockings came top of his list. He watched intently and realised he was getting hot and bothered. He pressed his palm against his groin and he felt the sensation spread through his body. She was teasing him, but it was amazing. He was in a public place and that was the only satisfaction he was going to get………at least for the next few hours. Rhiannon finished getting ready in front of the laptop and they started an online conversation, full of suggestive comments that they knew were turning each other on. A little before 6 o’clock, a woman walked in and stood at the bar. Mark busied himself with ‘work’. He knew he was not immediately obvious as he was in the darkest corner of the room. She took no notice of Mark as she seemed to have other things on her mind. Collecting her drink, she looked around and found a spot that was close to the fire and almost concealed as it receded into the alcove. There she sat on the most unobtrusive chair beside a round table with dark tablecloth draped over it. Mark was pleased. Rhiannon had already told him she had arranged the chairs so that the fantasy would be possible. He waited for a few minutes for the lady to get comfortable, and he sent a message to his friend indicating that things could get underway. Rhiannon felt a surge of adrenaline as the message arrived. She knew that it was only a matter of time now, and so adding the final touches to her makeup she waited. She had never done anything like this before, so the butterflies in the stomach and adrenalin, she expected. What shocked her was the arousal that suddenly hit her. She knew that things may go wrong, but at the same time, she realised she had to carry on with the fantasy. Mark pretended he was totally absorbed in his work, his earphones implying that he was oblivious to what was happening in the room. But, all his attention was on the woman and he was pleased when she got up, grabbed her bag and headed for the toilets. This was exactly what Mark was waiting for, and he messaged Rhiannon so the next part of their plan could be implemented. Rhiannon appeared in the door frame, she could hardly remember leaving the room. She realised she had arrived quicker than she expected and was running on autopilot. Slipping into the room as discreetly almanbahis giriş as possible, she disappeared under the table, where the lady had been sitting. She was totally hidden by the heavy table cloth. Things were running like clockwork. A few minutes later the woman came back into the room totally unaware of the plans that Mark and Rhiannon were in the process of executing. Rhiannon waited a few minutes for the woman to get comfortable again. The table was large and she had plenty of room to move freely without the woman realising she was there. It was important that Mark was able to witness the action, so Rhiannon pulled the table cloth aside. Mark shifted his position quietly, he was determined he was going to absorb every detail. As Rhiannon crouched down to be nearer the woman’s legs she realised her ass was in full view to Mark. Knowing this gave her a boost. She wiggled her body and parted her legs causing the skirt to ride up even more, giving him a full view of her soaking wet panties. The stockings now finished just short of the black mini skirt she was wearing and the skin he could now see was so inviting. He was desperate to touch her. But knew this wasn’t part of the fantasy………or not yet at least. Sitting back on her heels, she looked at the sight before her. In front of her were a pair of outlandishly high, red stiletto heeled shoes worn by slender white legs. She was intrigued to find out whether they were tights or stockings, but knew she had to take her time. Mark had a fleeting look at the woman’s face and thought he saw a sly smile, but he couldn’t be sure. Rhiannon’s heart was almost in her mouth as she caressed the slim ankles. The legs flinched a little, but the woman stayed where she was. Taking this as a positive sign, she stroked and massaged firmly up to the knees. As the woman was evidently willing to be touched, Rhiannon continued using her hands but now delighted in kissing her way to the top of her thighs. The legs seemed to part expectantly and the journey to the top of her thighs was quicker than she had planned. Almost without her realising, her right hand had found its way to her own moist panties and was delving deep inside. Mark witnessed the woman slipping further down in her chair, her legs spreading as far as it was comfortable. He had an unrestricted view of the performance and was struggling hard not to touch himself or show any emotion that would give him away. As the long, dark coat fell away from the woman’s legs, Rhiannon looked at the gap above the stockings. She found herself faced with a sight she wasn’t expecting. A completely naked pussy, no skirt, no panties and completely shaved. Mark had no idea of the treasure Rhiannon had uncovered, but continued watching avidly especially as he could see her enthusiastically fingering herself. As he watched the action, he had to force himself into his seat, fighting the urge to react to the display. She could now confidently carry on. The woman seemed to be expecting some kind of sexual encounter. Her pussy was extremely wet and Rhiannon could see that the tops of her thighs were too. She was pleased that her first experience of being intimate with a woman was going well. The woman moved her position, giving Rhiannon freer access to her pussy. She took this as an invitation, moving closer she licked and tasted the bare lips, tasting the moistness. Mark could see one of the woman’s hands, pressed hard into the table, the force gathering the cloth at her knuckles. The other was discreetly hidden under her coat. He imagined that she was fondling one nipple, then the other, between her fingers, methodically back and fore in time to the rhythm of the action between her legs. The woman was trying hard to appear as though nothing was happening below the table, but Mark was sure he could see the rapture in her face. Rhiannon carried on, as the woman gave no indication of resistance. In fact, all of a sudden, her legs seemed to fasten around Rhiannon, pulling her further towards the woman’s body. She now needed no encouragement.