My Stories, encounters & fantasy's
By
Evie Von Blonde 

It was 6 am when I received a text message from the wonderful Mr S. be ready for your instructions the message read.

I had attached a sound effect to his phone number, so I could recognise it was from Mr S.

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Every time it buzzed so, did I.

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"Bzzzzz… Pack a sexy outfit, something suitable for fucking."

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It set me slightly on edge that I had a choice. Mr S. would usually insist on a preview of several slutty get ups via facetime. After watching me twirling and bending in the sexy clothes he would then make his choice for me but not today.

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I was still a little bit freaked out that I could pick out my own clothing. I didn’t know if I liked the freedom to choose. I was unnerved but I loved his mind games.

I had a favourite outfit in mind but I had no idea when or where I would be wearing it. Maybe a swingers club, a public place, a pub, a hotel.? This was a little different to our previous arrangements. My mind was racing.
 

"Bzzzzz… Leave your house at 8.30  and stop at our usual meeting spot. Text me when you’re there."

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Bloody Hell that didn’t leave me much time as it was already 7 am. Bag packed and out of the door on time I arrived at our spot just after 8.30.

 

"I’m here where are you?"

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Bzzzzz… No questions. Type this postcode into your sat nav and let me know when you’ve got yourself there.
 

"Where am I going, are you going to be there.??"
 

"Bzzzzz… Stop with the questions. Either you trust me and do as I’ve instructed or tell me NO and drive yourself home. And Evie, apart from allowing you to pick out something super sexy that you’re 100% sure I will like to see you wearing, this is the only other choice you’ll have today. So what is your response, Evie?"

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Oh shit I thought, I’ve pissed him off. Well duh….of course I want to go to wherever the hell he’s sending me.
 

"I trust you and I’m on my way."
 

Before setting off a sent a couple of messages to my good friends letting them know what I knew. You know just in case. It took me about 2 hours to drive to the destination.
 

It turned out to be a busy café just off a B road. What the bloody hell am doing here I thought. This is not what I had been imagining at all. What has Mr S. in mind? Did I type in the correct postcode? I parked up and sent him a message saying I was at the cafe.
 

"Bzzzzz… Go inside the café have a coffee and just sit for a while, Evie. Use the restroom and then ask for Debbie. Tell her you have come to collect the envelope that Mr Rogers left behind this morning. It’s addressed to you, Evie. Do not open it until you’re back inside your car. When you are in your vehicle ping me another message. Follow the instructions inside the envelope, stay in your car and wait. Obviously, if there’s a problem call me."

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By now I admit nerves were kicking in and I felt like an idiot. I wondered what he had told this person Debbie. Was she a fuck buddy of his too, and what was in the envelope?

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I took a breath and went into the café I ordered a coffee and sat by the window people watching until my coffee came. Debbie was the waitress. You may think I’m clever, but I could see her name on her badge. I plucked up the courage to ask for the envelope that Mr Rogers had left behind this morning.

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Oh yes, she said hold on and she went back to her serving counter and picked up a pale pink envelope. You’re Evie, right? I nodded. Here’s the letter, oh and your coffee is paid for.
 

Oh. I thought and my breath caught when I read the front of the envelope. It was addressed “To My Beautiful Slut Evie.” Now I was indeed a blushing bundle of nervous energy. The waitress Debbie knew this and gave me a smirk. I had no idea what was going to happen to me today, but I had a feeling that Debbie did. I thanked the waitress and went to give her a tip. Oh, no need she said I’ve been taken care of. Hmmm, I wondered what she meant by that.

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Before I left the café I went into the toilet I looked in the mirror and saw how flushed I was. A few deep breaths and a splash of water helped.

I sent a text to Mr S letting him know I was in my car and about to open the envelope. Inside there was a handwritten note plus a beautiful blue silk scarf. I could smell his Chanel Allure on it, which caused an instant fluttering, a flick of my sex switch. I sat still and read the note.

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"Well done Evie, you have no idea how this makes me feel knowing that you are sitting in your car reading this. Just a few more things for you to do. Drive your car to the last tree and park up facing the main road. Place your bag on the front passenger seat. Now for the exciting part Evie, tie the scarf around your head and use it as a blindfold. Make sure you cannot see a thing, then just wait. And know this Evie, whatever you are feeling right now, it will only get better as the day goes on. Take a deep breath and be patient Evie. Now put on your blindfold and wait."

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FUCK FUCK FUCK I thought or did I say it aloud, who knows. Anticipation overload that’s what I was feeling. I read the note 3 times before I parked my car by the last tree facing the road. Then I read the note once more before I placed my bag on the passenger seat and tied the scarf covering my eyes. I really couldn’t see a thing. I sat there waiting and listening. I listened to everything I couldn’t see. Cars from the main road, people walking and talking from the café car park. Cars driving in and out of the café and my heart rate racing. I could hear that too.
 

What the fuck am I doing I kept thinking. Why am I sitting here like this? I must be bonkers. If anyone sees me sitting here with a scarf tied around my eyes what must they be thinking? Stupid bloody cow or teenage mutant ninja turtle wannabe. Either way, I felt vulnerable and silly. I have no idea how long I had been sitting there blindfolded. I was about to take the scarf off when I heard a car drive near to where I was parked up.

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Not being able to see my surroundings but following instructions was exhilarating. Oh shit, I thought now is the time to put my head down to hide or remove this stupid scarf or at least lock my car. But not wanting to disappoint Mr S. I kept my eyes covered and stayed put with the doors closed but unlocked.
 

The engine to the vehicle nearby stopped and I heard gravelled footsteps becoming louder as whomever it was got closer and then the passenger door opened. I held my breath and waited as someone got in and sat in the passenger seat.

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YES, I WAS SHITTING MYSELF.
 

"Fuck me, Evie, if you could see what I can see now. "
 

He said as he cupped my breasts through my dress, then he turned my face towards him and kissed me until I moaned. He smelt so good and his kiss god I wanted more of his kisses.
 

"Is this the bag with your bits in?" he asked.

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"If you mean the black one at the front then yes, I can’t see anything you know. Shall I take the blindfold off now. I asked him.
 

"Fuck NO leave it on. You look good Evie, vulnerable, just right for putting over my knee. I’m going to help you out of here and take you to my car. Then we’re going for a drive."

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With that, he took my keys and my bag and helped me out of my car. He locked it and placed my arm in his as he led me slowly towards his car. At least I assumed it was his car. I could feel and hear the uneven, crunchy, Stoney, ground beneath my feet as we walked. I could hear the cars from the main road and I could hear voices but I didn’t know how close they were. Mr S. walked slow enough for me not to stumble. He was my guide and I trusted him completely.

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Once I was settled in the passenger seat of his car still wearing my blindfold. We started our car journey. I felt I could relax a little. Yes, I did trust him but things were popping into my head. What sort of vehicle was this? I knew what car he had but you don’t take note of finer details unless you can’t see them. For instance, I felt for the door handle, the lock, the handbrake. All of these things were in reach, just in case. Just in case what though? But these things were running through my mind. Not once did I consider removing my blindfold.
 

"Who’s in the car.?" I asked him. "Is anyone else with us?"
 

"It’s just you and I. Would you prefer more?"
 

I could tell he was smiling by the way he spoke to me. Isn’t it funny how you know if someone is smiling or not even though you can’t see their expression? It was just the two of us, I knew that but I needed to make sure before I started to explore.

I moved my right hand towards his seat. I felt his arm first and then lowered my hand to place it on his thigh. As I did this I took a breath. Fuck no trousers, lovely bare legs. How did he manage that? I slowly slid my hand up his thigh towards his cock. Never a disappointment Mr S. I thought. A firm 8+ in my hand, I couldn’t help but comment.
 

"You Know I’d love to see your gorgeous cock Mr S. Please can I remove

my blindfold. "
 

"Uh Uh Evie Leave your blindfold on."
 

I unclipped my seatbelt and swivelled around in my seat. Then I slid down into the passenger footwell and leant over towards him. An automatic drive is such a good thing when you feel the need to give your friend a blow job. With the blindfold still on, I Kissed his left thigh moving ever slow slowly towards my desire. I wonder if anyone can see what I’m doing, who’s watching me suck your cock Mr S. I thought as I was humming and moaning onto his erection. Slowly swallowing taking him into my mouth, holding the base with my hand and stroking gently as I licked and flicked the tip of his penis.
 

"FUCK Evie I’ve missed your mouth on me. "
 

"Mmmmmmmmmm," was all I could manage as I took him deep into my mouth. I gave as good as I could bear in mind he needed to keep control of his car. I adored his cock. No, I fucking loved his cock in my mouth. Stroking and sucking and licking him, enjoying the power I had at that moment. Listening to him hiss as the head of his cock was forced deeper. By now my panties were damp and my pussy ached for him. I was lost in this moment pleasing this wonderful man.

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"Fuck Evie, Stop." He pleaded "As much as want this to continue I have other plans for you. "

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I sat back in my seat as the car came to a stop.
 

"You can remove the blindfold now."

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We were parked in front of a large Victorian property. I couldn’t see any other buildings around us. Wow impressive, I thought to myself.

"Where are we?" I asked him.
 

"This is my home, come along inside my gorgeous slut. I have many plans for you, lewd and erotic plans………"
 

To Be Continued…….