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The subject of the e-mail message was “Feedback from Literotica.” Jack opened the message and read her comments…”I live in the Atlanta area and like you, am attached. I read ‘State Park’ and found it to be very exciting. You really had me squirming in my chair. I have often fantasized about similar situations.” When Jack looked for the address of the writer, all he saw was “Anonymous.”

“Damn,” he thought, “It’s almost as if she wants to act out something like the park story. Too bad she didn’t leave an address. We might have been able to get together and let her experience her fantasy”

This seemed to happen quite often. Jack had posted several rather edgy stories on Literotica. Some involving strong BDSM, others less intense, but almost all depicting women being seduced, coerced or forced into sexual submission of one type or another. Invariably, each new posting brought two or three feedback e-mails, the majority from women. Some contained negative comments, but most were positive. Some writers used their personal e-mail and when they did, Jack almost always responded, thanking them for their comments.

What Jack noticed however, is that those who seemed the most needy, the most turned on, almost always responded anonymously, and this most recent e-mail was no different. What made this message different was that the writer was no more than 30 miles away. If she had left an address, Jack most certainly would have contacted her and attempted to seduce her.

“Ah, well,” Jack sighed with a chuckle as he clicked the “DELETE” icon and discarded the message, “She doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

Jack went about his business that day, but time and again the anonymous message kept popping into his head. Although brief, the contents of the message implied that the writer seemed to almost be aching for some form of sexual adventure. Jack couldn’t get her, and the frustration of missed opportunity, out of his head.

Two weeks later he was still thinking about “her” and one evening, in hopes of getting her to write him again, this time using her real e-mail address, he sat down and began to put his thoughts and fantasies into words.

******

He opened the e-mail message entitled “Feedback from Literotica” and began to read.

“Hi,” It began. “I don’t know if you will remember me, but a few days ago I wrote an anonymous feedback message about your “State Park” story. I have re-read the story almost daily and it never fails to make me squirm in my chair. I have tried, but cannot get past this. Would you mind telling me if the story is true?

The message was signed, “Anne.”

Jack couldn’t believe his eyes. This was the woman in Atlanta who had written an anonymous message earlier. He thought she sounded more than just a little turned on by his story, but with her message being anonymous he had no way to contact her and see if she was interested in a “first hand” experience. Now if seemed that she had decided to initiate a more personal level of contact with him.

Jack responded immediately and after a couple of false starts he and Anne were corresponding daily. They found that their circumstances were quite similar. Both were “attached” yet both had sex lives that left much to be desired. Both were interested in “edgy” sex. Mild BDSM was intriguing, but neither enjoyed extreme pain. Both found the process of seduction intriguing and challenging and both were attracted to the idea of sexual play in public.

They exchanged photos and their correspondence became more graphic and needy with each passing day. Finally, one Friday morning Jack wrote, “It’s time that we met. I know you have the day off on Tuesday, so I have made plans for us. You are to meet me at Northpoint Mall at 10:00AM. I expect you to wear heels, thigh-high stockings, panties, a short skirt, and a blouse. You may not wear a bra. Because it will probably be cool, you should bring a lightweight wrap. I will be waiting for you on the bench directly outside the main entrance to Victoria’s Secret. You have my photo so just look for me.”

“Because I want you to think about the possibilities, we will not write any more after this message. That will give you four days to think about what might be planned for you. illegal bahis I do need to know that you will be there, so simply reply with the word “Okay” if you agree to meet and I’ll see you on Tuesday.”

Anne’s heart began to pound as she read Jack’s message. She had known all along that they were headed in this direction and her immediate response was a combination of apprehension and extreme sexual excitement. Her hands shaking, she closed Jack’s message, stood up and paced around the room. This was what she had both feared and wanted when she sent the feedback to Jack. Reason told her to delete the message and never contact him again, but the throbbing between her legs and the tightness in her nipples told her what she really wanted. With shaking hands she sat back down at the keyboard, re-opened his message, hit “REPLY,” typed “Okay,” and taking a deep breath, hit “SEND.”

The next few days for both were filled with sleepless nights and days filled with distracting daydreams. More than once Anne sat down to write and cancel their meeting, but each time she deleted the message before she sent it. She awoke early on Tuesday morning and after waiting for her house to empty began to get ready.

Showering was a maddening process, the stinging needles of hot water only served to increase her sexual excitement as they raised her nipples to erect flinty points. Her soapy hands lingered on them as she bathed and more than once she shook her head to clear it of thoughts of what was to come. Shaving her legs, particularly her inner thighs was equally frustrating. Her throbbing clit was peeping out from between the puffy lips of her pussy and she so needed to masturbate, yet she knew that she didn’t have time to spare if she was going to meet Jack at the appointed time.

Finally, she shut off the water, toweled herself dry, ignoring the fact that rubbing the rough towel across her nipples made her knees buckle in sexual need. After drying her hair and applying light make-up she carefully pulled on the black thigh-high stockings she had bought over the weekend. After she had pulled on a black silk thong, her hand lingered over her lingerie drawer, lightly fingering a black bra.

She was extremely apprehensive about going without a bra. Her nipples tended to erect themselves at the slightest provocation and often became very visible even inside a bra. In the end however Jack’s words to her regarding not wearing a bra overcame her concerns. Her trepidation was overcome with sexual excitement and she closed the drawer.

Quickly, she walked to her closet and pulled on a black skirt that hit just above the knee, a dark gray blouse and stepped into her high heels. She then walked to her dressing mirror and stared as she turned first one way then the other. The heels and stockings accentuated the shape of her legs, and other than the nubs of her erect nipples protruding under the fabric of her blouse, there was no indication that she was, for all intents and purposes, prepared for a sexual adventure. Satisfied with her appearance, she remembered his statement regarding a wrap and she pulled a lightweight, knee-length coat from its hanger and walked quickly to her car.

She quickly drove to the mall and draping the coat over her arm, walked toward their appointed meeting place. She had been in Northpoint Mall several times and was quite familiar with its layout. As she walked toward the location of Victoria’s Secret her knees felt weak and her nipples throbbed. Each step in the high heels caused her unfettered breasts to sway inside the blouse. At the same time, the fabric of the blouse rubbing her nipples caused them to further erect themselves. By the time she stepped off the escalator, and turned down the walkway that ran in front of Victoria’s Secret, her heart was racing and her hands shaking.

Jack saw Anne before she saw him and stood to greet her. His smile was warm and his eyes appreciative as he took in the sight of her high heels, silk encased legs, short skirt and of course, her now fully erect nipples. She blushed and dropped her eyes when she recognized where his eyes had finally rested, cursing herself for not wearing a bra.

They walked to the food court where he purchased coffee for both illegal bahis siteleri of them. As they talked she began to relax and soon she was smiling and laughing at his jokes and running commentary on others walking through the mall. Suddenly, she felt his hand rest on her knee and her eyes widened in surprise as his fingers softly stroked the silk encased surface of her knee.

“Um,” she cleared her throat, not knowing exactly what was happening.

“S-h-h-h!” he shushed her as his warm fingers lightly moved further up her thigh.

“B-but people….” She stammered, her heart racing at the knowledge that he was caressing her in full view of others.

“I know,” he smiled, “Just relax and enjoy it.” And his hand moved further up under her skirt, skimming the lace tops of her stockings and lightly brushing the bare skin above them.

“S-s-s-s-s! Oh, n-no!” she whispered, fighting the need to close her eyes and submit to the sensation.

He shifted in his chair, thus blocking others view, rotated his hand and moved it forward until it cupped her silk covered pussy.

“Wha-a-a-?” she moaned as she felt his middle finger stroke back and forth, separating her now slick pussy lips and pressing the silk between them until her clit was being rasped by the wet, slick material.”

Her breathing began to quicken and before she was fully aware she began to lift her hips in search of her orgasm. But just as quickly as he had begun, he slowed his stroking and gradually withdrew his hand.

“N-n-n-n-g-g-g! P-please d-don’t stop!” she whispered, surprising herself with her willingness to continue even with the possibility of discovery.

“We have to for now.” He said with a shrug, “But don’t worry. I have plans for you.”

“P-plans?” She questioned.

“Yep.” He stood stretching and grinning as she gasped in recognition of his erection now visible inside his jeans. “C’mon, lets’ walk.”

She stood on still shaking legs and took his arm as they walked down the mall. There was little traffic in the mall and they laughed and talked as the walked.

Finally, he steered her into a department store and before she knew it they were off in a remote corner of the store looking at women’s clothing.

“I want you to do something for me,” he said as he fingered a blouse.

“What’s that?” she answered.

“Give me your panties,” he said with a grin.

“G-give…W-what?…Are you kidding?” she stammered, staring wide-eyed at him.

“Nope,” he said looking directly into her eyes.

“B-but why?” she questioned, already knowing the answer.

“Well,” he said with a shrug, “When we were in the food court I couldn’t get my finger on your clit or in your pussy. So I need for you to take your panties off.”

“But w-why h-here? Why n-now?” she stammered, fearing his response.

“Because,” he shrugged, “I want to see you squirm…Right her, right now.”

“I c-can’t” she stammered, “Dropping her gaze from his face.”

“Sure you can,” he responded, “And you will.” His tone unmistakable.

She raised her eyes and when her gaze met his she knew she was lost. Although she feared discovery, feared the things he might make her do, feared what she might discover about herself, she knew that she would submit to whatever he wanted.

“O-okay,” she whispered.

Looking left and right she lifted the hem of her skirt and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the thong. She bent slightly to pull the slip of silk over her thighs and let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of the circle of silk around her ankles, she bent, picked up the thong, stood and handed it to Jack with trembling hands.

“Thanks you,” he said with a smile as he stuffed the thong into his jacket pocket and returned to looking at clothing.

As they strolled among the closely arranged displays, he casually reached under the hem of her skirt and began to stroke the round surface of her ass. She looked about in a panic, her eyes pleading with him, but he only proceeded to lead her into another isolated area. Even as she feared discovery, she began to pant in abject need. Again they stopped behind a display table and this time he put his foot between her legs and lightly pushed canlı bahis siteleri her ankles apart.

“Spread ’em” he growled good-naturedly as he ran his hand under her skirt from behind.

“”O-ho, n-no!” she gasped as she felt his hand first cup then spread the now slick lips of her pussy.

“N-n-n-g-g-g-g-g! Oh w-a-a-h!” she gasped as his middle finger rasped across the fully erect nub of her clit causing her hips to jut back the buck in a fucking motion. She bent and grasped the edge of a display table, straightening her legs and cocking her hips so as to exposed her now dripping pussy to his fingers.

He stroked her clit until he felt her begin to tremble, then in one thrust slipped two fingers into the hot, slick opening of her pussy.”

“Y-e-e-e-c-c-h!” she gritted biting her fist to keep from making so much noise that she drew attention to herself.

But again, just as she was on the verge of orgasm, he slowed his stroking, then withdrew his hand from between her legs.

“Oh, n-no p-please!” she gasped, “P-please let me cum!”

“I don’t think your ready” he laughed, his passion-lit eyes burning into hers.

Then before she could say anything else he said, “Here, hold out your hands.”

“W-why?” she gasped, trying to regain her composure.

“You’ll see” he grinned as he took her coat and laid it on the display table, “Hold ’em out.”

Looking about nervously, she held her trembling hands out and before she could react, he had slipped a pair of handcuffs over her wrist.

“W-wha…?” She gasped in shock as she felt the locks click into place.

“Don’t worry,” he grinned, “It just makes it easier for me to control you. Not to mention I know you won’t be running off, since I have the key in my pocket.”

“B-but p-people will see!” she whispered, looking about.

“Ah,” he laughed, “That’s where your coat comes in handy.”

At that he draped her coat over her wrists, covering the cuffs in doing so. Then once again his hand was under her skirt, this time from the front, again stroking her clit, then thrusting into her now fully sensitized pussy. Again, she tried to resist, only to give in immediately. And again he took her to the edge, had her thrusting desperately onto his hand, riding the invading digit of his finger, only to have him stop just before she reached her orgasm.

This time he turned, took her arm and led her from the store. She was almost sobbing with sexual frustration.

“W-where are we going?” she gasped. Made somewhat clumsy with her hands cuffed in front of her, each jolting step caused her breasts to bounce, further stimulating her fully engorged nipples. Each step caused her bare pussy lips to rub together, capturing her throbbing clit between their slick edges and making her knees wobble with need.

“Not far,” he grinned as he noticed the erect nubs of her nipples protruding under her blouse.

They walked to the elevator in the center of the mall. He pressed the button and they stepped on when the car arrived. They were alone and as the car began to move, he reached and began opening the buttons of her blouse.

“Oh, n-no! P-please, people can see!” she cried in panic.

“Hush!” he laughed, “Your back is to the glass.”

As he pulled her blouse open her breasts were exposed to the cool air, causing her aureola to contract around the erect points of her nipples.. Without hesitating, he grasped her shoulders, bent and sucked her left nipple into the heat of his mouth.

“N-e-e-o-o-o! Ah god!” she cried in panic. Then her panic was overcome with lust and she grunted “Ah y-yes, p-please suck them!”

His mouth moved back and forth between her breasts, teeth rasping across the tender erect nubs of her nipples until she was gasping in passion. Then just before the car stopped he lifted his mouth from her nipples and let her blouse fall closed.

She could barely walk when as they stepped from the elevator and once they were clear of shoppers, she turned to him with pleading eyes and asked, “How long are you going to torture me like this?”

His response was simple…”Until you can’t stand it any longer.”

Looking up, Jack was stunned to see that he had been writing for over two hours.

“Well,” he thought, “This should do for Part 1. I’ll post it on Literotica and see if she responds.”

Ten minutes later he clicked the “SUBMIT” button on Literotica and muttered, “C’mon baby, I know you want to go there. Just write me!”

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