Plaything For A Night

I had been chatting with Sir for a long time online but had never met or even planned on meeting in real life. It was just fun chatting with him. Over the months we had shared gotten to know each other quite well, starting first with comments on naughty videos, and then chatting about fantasies. I had shared things with him that I had never shared with anyone. Although this was new to me, he had much more experience and patiently guided me to explore my submissive side. We discussed videos and how they made me feel and how they made him feel. As he figured out what turned me on he would push me more deeply in that direction by asking me questions and getting me to tell him my fantasies. He would tell me of his experiences and plans for things to try in the future. Plus we just talked about life - books, news, movies - I enjoyed all our conversations. Eventually we were talking on a regular basis and I was happily calling him Sir.

This however was just online. We lived on opposite sides of the country. We were happy to know we would never meet up and we knew one day the online conversations would end with us both going our own way. Me, probably continuing my safe life, and him moving onto some other new girl who was curious about submission and spanking and being taken care of as a plaything. This known, it was much to my amazement when an opportunity came up to actually meet each other in real life. I was travelling for work and ended up with a four hour layover in his home town! He knew I didn't want to ever move beyond our online conversation, and besides four hours was not a very long layover, but we decided it was fate. We decided to meet-up at the airport bar for a drink. It would be platonic but it would be great to just get to have a conversation face-to-face.

When my flight landed I was super eager for our meeting, I barely noticed the storm brewing outside the airplane windows. Despite knowing it was going to be platonic meeting, I couldn't help but feel a little worked up. I stopped in the washroom to freshen up before going out past security to bar. I freshen up my minimal make-up, brush my hair and pull it back into a ponytail, and just give myself a look over. I wasn't dressed as nicely as I would have like but as I was spending the day travelling it wasn't practical to be wearing a cute little dress or uncomfortable lingerie. I had put on a nice pair of jeans, a light fitted sweater and my knee high boots. I knew he would never see them, but I had also put on a prettier pair of panties and matching bra - both of white cotton trimmed with lace that let you see ever so slightly through them. I had to wear a scarf on the plane to hide the fact my nipples, if hard, could be seen pushing against the bra and sweater fabric. I put the scarf in my bag before going down to the bar though so that Sir could get that effect.

When I arrived at the bar he was already there and had already ordered my a white wine. We hugged like old friends and I smiled as I saw him inspect me. I was shocked at how easily we settled into conversation. Although we had plenty of innuendo in what we said, it was generally just familiar and easy. He ordered me a second glass of wine, as as I finished it as I looked at my phone to see when I would have to go board my next flight. I let out a gasp. My next flight was delayed until tomorrow morning due to weather! We looked out the windows, which before we had been ignoring, to see that in fact it was quite the storm outside.

We walked together over to my airline's ticket agents to see what was going to happen with the flights. I was never any good at con