Beyond the café.

[IceMaiden]

AM and I are co-writing a story. Each of us has to pick up where the other stops and continue from the appropriate point of view. Posts in pink are me, AM posts in his usual bold.

If the style of posting works for you, good. If it is too confusing, let us know and we will try something else.

[IceMaiden]

I sip my coffee as my gaze glances out of the cafe's window before landing on the man sitting a few tables away from me. My eyes meet his and his lips turn upwards into a small smirk. Frowning slightly I turn away from him. That's almost every day this week I have found him watching me. I can see from his demeanour he is very interested in me and he is wasting his time. I don't need a prince charming I need someone who would have more fun tying me down and beating my ass blue than they would taking me out for dinner or a movie.

Sitting watching her, I can't help but smile. Her seat next to the window, same as every other day, slate blue eyes watching the world go by as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. I could tell her, hell, it is tempting. But no, not yet. My lingering gaze runs slowly up and down her body, admittedly staring at her chest. If only she knew how many pictures of those boobs she had sent me online, how many times she had called me Sir and fucked herself at my command. Reaching orgasm or not purely at my whim.

Tapping my phone under the table, I log into our chat, my face breaking into a smile as I set her a task to go with her morning coffee.

My phone alerts me to an incoming message interrupting my inner dialogue. I swipe the screen and hit the messages icon and feel my face colour as I read the incoming message.

I hope you are enjoying your morning. Let's make todays trip more interesting. When you have collected your coffee find a table that's in ample view of the counter and remove your panties under the table.

My eyes nervously dart about the café, searching for anyone who is looking my way. Thankfully everyone seems too engrossed in their busy lives to pay me any attention. Even the man a few tables away has finally stopped watching me. I fidget nervously. How am I going to pull this off?

My hands move towards my lap and I squirm in my seat as my fingers travel under my skirt and hook over my panties. Another quick glance around the café to ensure no eyes are on me and I give them a quick tug sliding them over my shoes. But now they are crumpled up in a ball in my hands.

I can feel myself becoming more flushed and I'm about three seconds away from panicking so without wasting another second I stuff the ball of panties into my coat pocket. I take another sip of coffee, attempting to breathe normally. I give myself a mental pat on the back that I wore a skirt today. God knows how I would have pulled this off if I had been wearing jeans like I usually do.

Trying to keep my face calm, bored, disinterested. It isn't easy, but she is far too focussed on who might be watching her to notice the phone under the table, recording her every move. Taking a few moments to watch the video over, I am so glad I invested in the HD camera on my phone. The angle is just about perfect, and I am sure the view will capture everything when I watch it back on my computer. But that treat will wait, I won't be watching it alone.

We have spoken often about her fantasies, and the time is very close. We will meet soon, but first I want to tease, tantalise her. We will only have one chance to play this anonymous game, so I want to make the most of it.

If I am going to be totally honest, I am also very curious as to just how far she will go. She won't be in any danger, I will make sure of that - but I want her to feel at risk, feel the fear. Finishing my coffee, I "accidentally" stumble on my way out, making a fool of myself right next to "Frostygirl," as she is known online. Bumbling like an idiot, I apologise as I pick up my dropped wallet and hurry from the café. How long till she notices that her underwear is no longer in her pocket? Or till she finds the note?

*_At midnight you will go to St Margarets park. Take off your clothes and sit on the bench by the duck pond. Set an alarm for ten minutes, then blindfold yourself. You will play with that slut cunt for the entire ten minutes, you will not orgasm. When the timer goes off, dress and go home.*_

[Vodin30]

I like the way you two write together, and the story is easy to get involved in. Keep it going, I for one will be an avid follower.

[m55uk4younger]

Nice Idea, love to see where this story goes.

Sir.

[IceMaiden]

I roll my eyes as the clumsy man makes his way out of the cafe. The amount of times I pulled that stunt in high school to get some guy to notice me, I recognise it immediately. I almost feel sorry for him. If he knew the places my mind went to on a regular basis he would run away screaming and never look back. I sigh inwardly. Why was it so difficult to find someone who can handle the darker parts of me? I finish my coffee and grab my coat from over the chair, shrugging my shoulders into it. I have a ton of things to do today and I am already going to have to rush to my first meeting. Grabbing my bag I make my way outside the cafe and head towards my first destination of the day. I'm just about to enter the building when an incoming alert on my phone has me pausing as I pull it out to check it.

Before your first meeting today make sure to edge twice. I don't care where or how. And make sure your cleavage is showing.

Cursing, I glance at the time on the screen. I should just have enough time if I hurry. I follow the signs to the bathroom and lock myself in a stall before sitting on the edge of the seat and slipping my hand under my skirt. I am already wet from my earlier little adventure and as my hand circles my bundle of nerves it doesn't take me long to reach the edge either time. Grabbing a wad of tissue from the dispenser I clean myself up and reach into my pocket. This is an important meeting and I'd rather not be paranoid that someone is able to smell my arousal. I'll take any barrier, no matter how fragile.

A second goes by and my heart drops. Where the hell...?! Did they fall out on the way over here? Surely not, I stuffed them tightly inside. My finger tips graze over what I assume is an empty sweet wrapper and I pull it out, desperately searching for my panties. As my eyes focus on what I am holding and I see the written words I can feel the colour draining from my face.

The day passes so slowly. Work is dull, one of those days that seem to crawl by, the clock moving so ponderously I am tempted to check the batteries. Normally when I am this bored, I would amuse myself by sending her messages, little tasks to do through the day for me, or just teasing little notes to keep her wet, her heart fluttering.

Not today though. After sending her to edge, I decide her anticipation will flourish better if I leave her to stew in her own juices, so to speak. It's probably as hard on me as it is on her, I have grown accustomed to filling my day with the girl I have come to think of as mine.

The sun goes down, the late spring evening balmy, almost warm if not for the chill of the breeze. Dressing warmly, I head out early for the park. She is almost always late, but just in case. At 11 o'clock I climb the locked gate into the park and smile to myself at the thought of her doing the same in less than an hour. It would be so much fun to watch, but instead I make my way towards the pond and hide in a small copse of trees.

Soon, my pretty. It won't be long now.


I stand in front of my bedroom mirror staring at my reflection. Since I found the note the day seems to have rushed by incredibly fast. My mind has been racing since this morning trying to figure out who swiped my panties, who was close enough to drop the note in my pocket but I keep coming up blank. Clear blue eyes stare back at me as I wonder if I can really do this. Maybe it's just a little bit too public for me, even in the dead of night. I know the park the note refers to and even though it's usually deserted after 9pm there's always the risk of a passer-by or someone talking a shortcut home through it. I can feel the hairs prickling along my arms and rub my hands over them in an attempt to warm them up. I haven't even left the house yet and already my nerves are beginning to take hold.

I swallow hard and back away from the mirror, heading out before I can change my mind for the hundredth time. Grabbing my coat and keys I shrug into the coat as I leave the house and lock the door behind me. The park isn't far from my house and in what seems like no time at all I am standing in front of the gates to the park. I forgot that they would be locked at this time and I frown to myself. I am tiny and would rather not have to climb over it but I don't see another way in. I grip the rails and hoist myself over, and land with an ungraceful thud on the other side.

I make my way around to the duck pond, my breaths slowly becoming more rapid and shallower. Any other time I would stop to appreciate the beauty of the park but not tonight. Tonight I am too worked up, too nervous, too scared. The outline of the bench comes into view and I make my way over to it with small hesitant steps. Can I really do this? I thought I could but now that I am actually here I'm not so sure. I want to turn around and rush back to the safety of my house.

Somehow I've managed to arrive at the bench and I still for a moment as I take a deep breath in and then blow it out attempting to gather myself together. It's too dark to make anything out very clearly but it seems completely deserted.

My hands reach for my coat and unbutton it slowly before I drop it into the bench beside me. Next comes my shirt and my fingers stumble as I slide it over my head. It joins the coat and I grip hold of my leggings and slide them down before tossing them onto the ever growing pile too.

It's not that cold outside but standing here in my underwear I shiver, both from fear and anticipation. I fumble at the clasp on my bra as my hands shake slightly. That too is added to the pile before my panties join them as well. I think back to this morning and a frown tugs at my lips as I remember again the missing panties. My shoes join the pile next.

Entirely naked now except for my socks which I refuse to remove at any point. Not only do I abhor cold feet I am aware I may have to run or hide at any point. I reach over into my pocket and pull out my phone and the blindfold I brought with me before setting a timer for ten minutes on the phone. Quickly I place the blindfold over my eyes before sitting down and leaning back on the bench, my fingers hesitantly making their way to my pussy.

As I rub my fingers over myself I can feel my juices forming slightly but I'm too aware of my surroundings, hyper keen on everything around me to fully enjoy it. My heart seems to be pounding louder than anything I've ever heard right now.

I can't even get close to the edge, too nervous by this point. Too aware and too exposed. And yet despite the fact I can't even get to an edge I can definitely feel my arousal. I ponder this contradiction for a brief second before I'm back to wishing the timer would go off already.

I tense suddenly, my hands stilling. Were those footsteps? My heart stills for a moment but all seems quiet once more. I must be imagining things that aren't there, too focused on my thoughts and fears. I go back to the task at hand and just as I do...there! Those were footsteps, I am sure of it. My hands fly up and rip the blindfold off and I glance in every direction but am unable to see anyone. I know those were footsteps I heard. I wasn't sure the first time, but I am now.

I make the decision without thinking and in less than thirty seconds I am dressed and rushing back home.

[IceMaiden]

Surprisingly, she is on time, even after having to climb the gate. I hear her footsteps crunch on the loose gravel path long before I see her, but who else is it going to be at this time of night? Finally she comes into view, a shadow among shadows in the midnight dark.

I have picked the spot well though, the bench sitting almost directly under a streetlight, the white glow illuminating her as she enters the circle of light. I watch avidly as she undresses, the first time I have seen her in the flesh, so to speak. The only problem is that the small wooded area is a good ten yards away, and my eyesight isn't the best.

Knowing I only have ten minutes, I am moving as soon as the blindfold drops over her eyes. Ghosting silently over damp grass, I slip, skidding for a second, biting back a curse, then slowing down, happy I didn't cry out or fall over. Reaching the bench, I stand behind her, spending a long moment just looking at my prize.

The rise and fall of her chest rapid with her heavy breathing. The mixture of fear and arousal on her face concealed only by the blindfold which hides her eyes from me. Her naked body even more beautiful in person than the multitude of pictures she has sent me. It takes all my strength to look away, reaching over the bench and taking yet another pair of her panties out from under her nose. This time, I replace them, returning the underwear I 'borrowed' this morning. Of course, there is a small addition now, her purloined panties are soaked at the crotch with a large deposit of my own cum.

I am not sure how long I have left, the timer can't have too much longer to run, so I pull my phone from my pocket and move carefully in front of her, snapping a few pictures off, before turning to video mode. As I move to get a better angle, my foot crunches on the path and she starts. Looking around quickly, I find the low bush I already picked out to hide in at need. My foot lands heavily again as I dive for the cover, laying on my belly in the mud by the time she has ripped the blindfold off.

Holding my breath as she looks around, cursing and hoping at the same time, but she doesn't see me. I barely dare to breathe again until she is dressed and out of sight, but even that doesn't stop the huge grin as she pulls her underwear on, my cold, thick cum plastered to her groin.

The front door slams loudly behind me as I make my way back inside the house, goose bumps still prickling along my arms. I head up to my room, stripping my coat off as I go and take a few moments to collect myself before logging online and sending a quick message letting Him know the task didn't turn out as he had wanted it to.

As I type up what happened, I fidget and bite my nails between words, wondering who was near by and who might have seen me before I managed to dress myself again. As I think back over what just happened and the thought of being seen, although scary, also begins to arouse me and I can't help but slip a finger inside my panties.

As soon as I do so I feel the wetness, somehow I missed it in my rush to redress myself, and in seconds I am standing and naked and glaring at the panties that vanished from my pocket this morning. When I dressed in the park it was too dark to notice the panties had changed but here in my bedroom under the harsh lighting there is no mistaking these are the ones that I was wearing this morning.

My eyes flick over the obvious stains on the panties and I know they aren't mine and my heartbeat kicks up a notch. Has someone been watching me all day? Who? For a fleeting second I wonder if it is Him but then shake my head slightly. He is too far away from me, it can't be him. So who else...?

I thought I had been careful to hide this side of me, to never let anyone in my personal life close enough to know about it and the fear that someone has found out anyway is beginning to overwhelm me. All sorts of scenarios rush through my mind, each more outlandish than the last one. I take a seat on the bed and pull my knees up to my chest as I try to think who could have possibly found out about my not so secret kinks. Again, I come up blank just as I did earlier this morning and I can feel my self control slipping as I realize how disastrous this could be.