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Helplessness washed over me like a crimson tint. I had let myself, a grown man, be stripped naked, bound and blindfolded. Had she now left me as well? I was more afraid to call for help, than I was to remain, tied up; totally exposed, utterly helpless, and completely vulnerable. To make matters even worse, the blindfold was her bra. Yet, although my greatest fear should have been that she had actually left, I refused to believe that. ?How had I allowed myself get into this position?? I asked myself, but I already knew the answer. She was irresistible, and I trusted her. Really, what had led me here? And, just how did it all start? ~ ~ ~ Nearly a year ago, I had seen a photo she had posted of her full breasts, and prominent nipples proudly displayed on a website. It was one of those sites that allow guys to show off their girlfriend?s bodies, and the occasional girl that wanted to show her own. I had left a simple compliment, and the following day she had thanked me. I was a little surprised to have received a response, and so I looked at other replies she had made to others that had complimented her. None of her responses seemed cut and paste; each one was individually written to indicate that she had actually read the comment.* She indicated on her blog that she was married, had ?eyes only for her hubby, so forget about anything ever happening, it just wouldn't?. Yet still, she was sincere enough to honestly respond to each and every compliment. I followed her blog, and she would often post a new photo, each one was very nicely done, and each one she had taken by herself. The photos usually showed little more than her lovely full breasts; though occasionally her butt or legs would be seen. On rare occasions I could see her lips. A delicate curved upper lip as women beg to be born with, coupled with a full lower lip that begged to be kissed. Her body alone was more than impressive, but that she took her own photos was even more surprising. On each photo she would carefully attach her pen name ~ ?Cat's Meow?.* With each photo, I became more intrigued. Here was a woman that could have any man she desired, in fact she already had a man, yet she displayed her obvious beauty for others to savor and comment. I continued to compliment each and every photo. I mentioned details that others might have missed, such as her slim waistline, her wardrobe of bright colors and tailored tops. I was secretly hoping that she would notice me; that my comments would allow me to stand out from the rest of the crowd. Eventually I sent her a private email, complimenting her on her photos still more, and she responded. After few more emails, I asked her to be my friend, even if it would exist only within the fantasy of online relationships, and she agreed. Thus began our relationship. I was more interested in the woman behind the lens, the one who spent so much effort to control every aspect of her photos. What was she like and why did she share these photos? Each email would lead to another, each more revealing than the one before. I learned her favorite foods, her greatest desire, her childhood, and what had shaped her into the woman she was. In time she revealed that her hubby was real, but he no longer relished the woman he had almanbahis şikayet (http://almanaffiliates.com/) married. She had become his cock cushion, the relationship was drained of all emotion, and emotionally draining. Yet, her morals would never permit her to seek a lover to fulfill her needs. She was still a one-man woman, but sadly she was with the wrong man. Thus, I also revealed myself, much more than just a few token insights, but really revealed myself. I told her of my travels, my life, my joys, and my deepest sorrows. I shared my private thoughts, and my deepest fantasies. For all the personal tidbits she shared, her life, and the past she revealed to me, she never shared anything that I might know her identity. Her name was never more than ~ 'Cat's Meow'.* I resisted the urge to push, and became quite content to simply be her friend, her confidant, and her guide. Yet, I longed to share new experiences with her; that she might take a leap and push her boundaries, explore, and find her own joy. The days passed into weeks, and weeks into months. Our relationship grew, our friendship flourished, and with it our respect for each other grew. I yearned to meet her, to feel her hand in mine, to pull her to me and kiss her as a man that wants to give more than take, share more than receive, and listen more than speak.* One night I proposed to meet her, at a restaurant, for a very public lunch. I attached no conditions. I would expect no more than lunch with a friend. Although she hesitated at first, to my surprise she eventually agreed. She would choose the restaurant, and would meet me there at the hour she chose. So it was under these terms that I boarded a flight, halfway across the country, to share lunch with someone I knew so intimately, yet had never met. ~ ~ ~ I arrived at the restaurant only a few minutes early, a cozy Italian place that is surely known only to the locals who care for food prepared by those that still love their family recipes. It was softly lit, each table a cozy nook, allowing privacy to each setting, yet still sharing the ambiance that only an authentic Italian restaurant has. I gave my name to the receptionist, and she responded with, ?Ah? Yes, your friend is already seated.?* Thanking her, I gazed to where her hand pointed and saw a woman, head down, her soft brown hair highlighted by the yellow glow of the lighting, gazing into her glass of water, seemingly lost in thought. I paused at that moment... pondering the next hour of my life, then realized Cat was surely doing the same. Slowly, I made my way to the table. There were few guests and I could concentrate on the view before me. My own emotions were caught up with each step. I wondered "Was this the woman of my fantasies? Was this real? What do I say?" As I arrived at the table, she looked up, ?Greg??* Her soft brown eyes captivated me, and her rosebud lips beckoned me. I stood transfixed, unable to speak for a moment. Finally composing myself, I answered ?Cat?? and with that she smiled. Her beautiful lips parted, and I could see her dimples. Jeez, she was cute! She stood up, and I hesitated offering my hand, then my emotions took over, I pulled her to me and gave her a warm hug, kissing her on the cheek as lovers do when they meet in public. almanbahis canlı casino (http://almanaffiliates.com/) I felt her hands reach up to my shoulders, neither pulling me in nor pushing me away. For several seconds we stood there, our first embrace, until we both realized it was too long, and in unison, we both eased back. We gazed into each other's eyes. I dared not risk any further display of emotion until I saw her response.* Then she smiled again, and I couldn't help but smile as well. I guided her back into her booth. I noticed the sexy outfit she had on, a form fitting dress in some kind of pink color, I think they call it fuchsia, a wide black belt that showcased her hourglass figure and a silken floral scarf around her long slender neck. Tantalized, I slid into the seat beside her. The booth was small, and her presence was overwhelming, her perfume filled my senses, her smile filled my eyes. We spent several more seconds just staring into each other's eyes, before either of us spoke. ?Cat, it is so nice to finally meet you...? I paused, ?or perhaps I should say see you. I feel I know you so well, and yet here I am finally in your presence, and I am honestly stunned and speechless.? ?Greg, I could say the same about you?? she paused, ?but honestly, I was really worried about meeting you, wondering if you would like me, or if I would like you? But now that it finally happening, you do make me feel that this is going to be really a very nice...? she paused again, then as she smiled warmly added, ?lunch.? Before I could respond, the waiter came and took our drink orders, and we had a chance to busy ourselves with the menu, I keep peering over the menu to peek at this lovely lady, only to find her doing the same. I could feel the chemistry between us. That I was so mysteriously drawn to this woman, more than any other woman I had known, both puzzled and entranced me.* The food was delicious, and although I really don't remember what I ate, I clearly remember that she had a creamy pasta dish with shrimp. I gazed at her tongue as she carefully removed each shrimp from her fork, then slowly licked it clean, before finally biting it through. It was arousing just to watch her eat, and I found my cock softly pulsing with each lick. I had surmised from our private conversations that she liked sex very much, and even though I knew she had her hubby, and she was thus off limits, my body still responded. I confessed to her that when I first complimented her photos, I had secretly sought to be noticed by her. However, I reassured her that I did mean every word. That she was so much more than a beautiful woman, to me she was a beautiful person, someone truly special. She gently laughed as I finished my confession and patted my knee. Her touch sent heat waves up my leg, but I only continued to smile. ?Then I should confess as well?? She softly replied, leaving her hand on my thigh, her fingertips slowly massaging back and forth. My body could not help but respond, and I hoped she did not notice my arousal. ?I had noticed you,? she continued, ?before you ever commented on my photos? You had made comments to others, yet you had always been sincere and respectful. I secretly hoped you would notice me. I was so happy when you almanbahis casino (http://almanaffiliates.com/) finally did. But I never thought it would lead us here, yet sometimes we are surprised at where our lives lead us, and what we discover, aren?t we?? As she finished, she softly laughed and dropped her eyes down to where her hand still lay on my thigh. I felt her fingers suddenly tighten, and I felt instantly embarrassed, but when her gaze returned to my eyes she seemed only a little surprised, and her hand still remained on my thigh. She glanced at the few other diners, then returned her gaze at me.* ?Are you enjoying your...? Her eyes had become mischievous, ?lunch?? ?Lunch is delicious, but the real pleasure...? just then her fingertips eased up my thigh and made contact with my engorged head, ?is sharing it with you.? I could barely finish my words.* ?Greg, tell me about why you came here. Why did you want to meet me? What did you expect to happen?? her fingertips continued teasing my head and then squeezed my shaft.* I could barely contain myself, yet I somehow found myself saying, ?Cat, you are special, special to me, and I wanted to meet you to see if the feeling....? I paused, unable to continue.* Just then the waiter came and presented our check. I tried to concentrate on the it, but her fingertips continued to gently squeeze my shaft, which was now quite stiff, thus it was only with great difficulty I managed to pull out several bills and leave it in tray. ?Cat, let?s go, we can walk in the park.? I grabbed her hand from my lap, and as I pulled her up with me, her mischievous smile remained. I could see she was quite amused at my aroused discomfort. Once outside the cool spring breeze cooled my temperature and we slowly walked thru the park. I was puzzled about her actions and finally asked if she was satisfied with everything about lunch.* ?Lunch was even more than I had hoped for, but I would loved to have had more.? she responded in such a teasing way, that I was nearly sure what she meant by ?more?. I sensed what she might be talking about, yet I forced myself to be cautious. ? I have brought my camera gear, would you still like to take some photos, if so? we could do it now.? She had complimented the few photos I had posted online and we had both fantasized about my being her photographer. ?Where is your hotel, Greg?? I explained that it was actually a friend's apartment and was quite nearby. She smiled and then looked into my eyes, ?Then, may I see your equipment?? Her words surprised me and I could only hope her motives were as arousing as her fingers had been in the restaurant. She was really every man's dream and I could not resist. We walked, hand in hand, until we arrived at the building. Once inside I pressed the elevator button, and was happy to see we were the only ones on it. I could not resist the opportunity, and I reached around her waist, pulled her to me and gently eased her chin up, and softly kissed her. She did not resist, and as my lips found hers, she slowly responded to me; our tongues meeting. Her kissing became even more passionate. The elevator doors opened, and I found the key in a quick fumbling movement. I somehow managed to open the door, pull her in, and continue kissing her. She responded with even more passion, so I paused to lead her back to the bedroom, then as I turned to close the door, I again paused. ?Cat, is this what you want? What about your husband?? She pulled me close and softly said, ?That is over, and I will not be his again.