Amelia
And once you’ve found one?
Me
You get to know each other a little and then meet up, like with any dating really. I usually meet people in a public place like a pub or restaurant first so we both feel comfortable. I mean, I told you that there are some shady characters on this app.
Amelia
Why do you hide your face in your profile?
Fair question, I guess, and I knew it would come at some point.
Me
I have my own business and some of the people I do business with and their wives are on here. I don't need anyone to know about my private life.
Amelia
Oh shit. I didn't even think about work. :-O
I grin to myself. Luckily! Otherwise, I may not have known it’s her.
Amelia
Fixed it :-)
I press a few buttons on my screen and Amelia's profile pops up. It is now a close up of her cat and she is no longer visible.
Me
So now you have a pussy as a profile picture LOL
Amelia
Oh. :-0
What I would give to see her now! I gaze out of the large window at the city. This nagging sense of guilt is getting stronger and stronger the longer we chat . I've got to come clean about who I am. I need to. The more I delay it, the worse it's going to be when we finally meet.
Me
Can I ask you something?
Amelia
Sure
Me
Do you want to have dinner with me?
6
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)
Amelia
The smell in the ladies toilet is pungent to say the least. Our office is not in the nicest building and the bathrooms are shared with other companies on our floor. As with most communal spaces, nobody bothers keeping them nice and tidy. I try not to breathe through my nose when I enter the first cubicle. Samira positions herself outside with my washbag and a new top in hand.
"I still can't believe you’re meeting with this guy. What if he ties you up and spanks you?" she whisper-shouts and giggles.
"In the middle of a restaurant?" I reply without admitting that I have had that thought a few times as well. "Besides, he’s a pleasure dom," I mumble under my breath as I pull my cardigan and T-shirt over my head.
"Right, he only cares about your pleasure. Sounds like a pickup line to me. When have you ever met a man that cares about your pleasure first?" she argues and there’s a thud on the door. I hold out my hand over the top of the cubicle and Samira presses the silky material of the top I ordered earlier this week into my hand.
Fine, yes, I ordered a new outfit for this date, but my wardrobe almost entirely consists of black or grey T-shirts and muted coloured cardigans. I have to make an effort, right?
"Well, I googled it and everything he said matches what I read online." The blue top slides over my body and fans out over my hips. I stare down at my breasts that are quite prominent in this outfit. The top is low cut and the new bra is lifting my big boobs up making them almost jump out of the top.
"I can't wear this," I sigh.
"Why?" Samira replies. "Let me see!" I unlock the cubicle and open the door a little so she can peek through the gap.
"My bra is showing." I point where a little bit of lace is sticking out from underneath the collar.
"This is why you have these." She wedges my toiletry bag between her knees and holds up a packet of little strips. She peels off the protective layer on one side of the strip and sticks it to the exposed skin on the top of my boob. Then she fiddles with the remaining protective layer of the double-sided tape, pulls my top up a little and smashes it onto the sticky side. The material of the top now sticks to my boob. For how long though, that is another question .
"Now do the same on the other side," she demands and pushes me back into the cubicle.
