The thing is I knew this was going to be no ordinary date. You’d phoned and left one of your deeply sensual stories for me on my mobile. “When I call you I don’t want you to answer the phone,” your husky voice had murmured earlier that day. “I am going to leave you instructions and a special scenario that will leave you in no doubt exactly how much I want you and how hard we are going to play.”

And you were true to your word.
I was sitting in the corridor down from my office, pretending to call a client but really listening to one of the sexiest stories I had heard from you. Based on real life – your real life – it was a tale guaranteed to make me feel wet and so horny, despite the deadlines I had to meet that day. You were recalling a quick fuck you and an ex lover had been forced to have in a lift after turning each other on so much at a boring company event.

I pushed my thighs together to try and stop myself shuddering. Even my nipples were getting harder just from the sound of your voice and the urgency in it.
“I am sure you are loving this story, Sally,” you said, half way through the recording, “but I want you to be a good girl and, despite the fact that you probably want to find a quiet place and finger your clit til you cum, you are not to touch yourself. I don’t want you to spoil what I have in store.”

There were more instructions.

“Meet me round the corner at 5 by the Tube station. Make sure you keep your suit on. You know how I love you in your proper business suit.” And then you had hung up.

I barely got through the rest of the day. I felt sticky, excited, hot, and in need of a hard shag.

A typical cold winter’s afternoon meant I could only just make you out in the shadows as I got to the Tube. You are tall, very dark with a smile and a gaze that looks at women for longer than is polite. We said nothing in greeting and you took my hand purposefully and walked me down the street past the park.

Was it a hotel this time, I wondered? Maybe your car?

Suddenly you were steering me into an area just inside the park gates. Away from the crowds, a secret place. You lifted me onto a wall so I was at head height to you. Before I could do anything, your hands were roughly pushing up my skirt and pulling my silk pants tight against my sex, your rude lips seeking me out and your hot tongue flicking my clit until I moaned. I was so close to coming. The build up all afternoon, the fact we could be caught at any moment, your sheer insolence that I could be treated like a whore tipped me over the edge as I shuddered to a climax, my juices covering your mouth. You pulled me down to you and held me tight against your chest so I could feel how hard you were.

“Now Sally I am only going to ask you this once: did you listen to my message and then play with yourself.”
“No,” I managed to gasp before I heard you groan “good girl”. Turning me round, and gently moving me forward against a bench I felt a tug and your hand ripped my pants from me. You filled me up with your thick hard cock and it began, your breathing quickening with every thrust until I felt your sweet cum.

Then your voice again, more softly in my ear.
“Next time, it’s your story I want to hear,” you said.
And I smiled. You are not the only one who's inventive.