Leading Lady - The Book

Sunday I moped about the flat. I did some perfunctory cleaning then decided, fuck it, I?d go to the pub and see some friends. My mobile rang around 1pm just as I was buying a couple of glasses of wine. ?Look, I?m sorry about this weekend.? ?It?s fine, really. I know how busy you are.? She must have detected something in my voice. ?Look. I am busy. My work matters to me too. If you cant deal with that then we?ll just say goodbye.? ?I don?t know if I can deal with it or not.? ?Then you need to decide. If you?d like supper with me this evening come round about 7.? I bought a bottle of wine from the supermarket on my way back to my flat although I had decided not to go to see her but I might need a drink later. I changed into the pale blue dress and matching silk knickers but I was buggered if I?d go. I mean. Ask yourself. I was only trying the sandals on to see if they went ok, which they did. I got to her place around 7.30 because two could play the keep the other waiting and guessing game and I was good at it. When she opened the door, she said, ?Shit, I thought we?d said 8.? Okay ? so I wasn?t as good at it as she was but there you go. Emily invited me in and kissed me on the cheek. She was wearing a pair of shabby jeans and white silk blouse and I had a feeling that she?d known what time and that this was a deliberate thing. ?I need to get changed. Can you get a drink?? ?Don?t change on my account.? Emily had started to mount the stairs but she stopped and turned. Looking down at me from the third step she seemed incredibly tall. She smiled. She seemed to be considering. Then she said OK and came back down. Her hand reached out and she cupped my face. ?Do you like rules?? What the hell did she mean? I said I had no idea what she meant. She continued to study my eyes as her hand slid down across my breasts and over my tummy, stopping just below my waist. I couldn?t hold her eyes and lowered mine. I wanted to tell her to keep her hands to herself, that I was not merely güvenilir bahis to be groped and played with but the words stayed locked behind my lips. She seemed to come to a decision and, taking my arm, led me through to her large kitchen where a meal was laid out on the table. There were salads, cold meats, pastas and cheeses. We drank wine and talked and, with the food and drink and, of course, her, my mood improved and I relaxed. She led me out into her garden, huge by comparison with mine, and I sat at a small table where she had placed a brandy bottle and two glasses. ?You were cross with me.? A statement. ?I was disappointed. Sorry, I must have come across like a spoiled child.? ?Oh, you weren?t just disappointed, you were angry. You gave off heat, even over the ?phone.? I smiled at that, remembering how a previous girlfriend, Anne, had told me that when I was angry I was like an incendiary. ?Someone else has told you that, haven?t they?? Bloody mind reading now. ?Yes.? ?Excuse me for a few moments.? With that she went back indoors and I sat, enjoying the garden, the brandy, the heat of the late evening and the rare opportunity to sit outdoors with someone so attractive. I was lost in thought when I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to look at her. ?This is what I was intending to change into but you sort of said ?never mind that? so I didn?t.? She was wearing a long, floaty dress that was open just below her crotch and buttoned up from there to just between her tits. It was a mix of yellows, gold and blues. It was sleeveless and so transparent that I cold see the dark of her nipples and the unmistakable outline of her trimmed triangle. I don?t think I gasped but I might have done. Her eyebrow lifted. ?You like?? ?Me and my big mouth.? She leant her long, slender frame down so she could kiss me then; a proper kiss that engulfed my mouth and her hands slid down into my dress to caress my breasts. She squeezed my nipples between her fingers almost, but güvenilir bahis siteleri not quite too hard. Emily resumed her seat opposite me and across the table. She held her hand out and I reached to place mine in it. ?You didn?t answer me. Do you like rules?? ?I don?t understand.? ?Oh? I love rules. I think they are the firm base of a relationship. You broke one of my rules but, since you didn?t know what it was, it isn?t important.? ?Which rule did I break?? ?The rule about sulking.? Her hand rose to stay my denial. ?I work very, very hard at everything I do. If I commit to something I have to see it through. If that means that sometimes I have to drop out of an engagement in order to deal with work, then I do. Anyone who wants a relationship with me has to understand that it is on my terms. ?I?d like our relationship to develop but I need you to understand. Sometimes, if I make a commitment to you then you would come first and other things would have to wait. But you?d also have to understand that I expect my rules to be followed.? ?And if they are not?? ?Ah, well, that all depends on how our relationship develops. Do you remember that night when I told you to take your knickers off and you did?? How could I not? ?You wore a dress to that party because I told you to. Rules are like standing instructions. They don?t need restating. So for example, I like a lover to wear a skirt or dress unless I tell her otherwise. I think you have worked that out and that you?re wearing a dress tonight because you know I like that?? The question was in her intonation. I was not really believing what I was hearing. Rules? Standing instructions? Of course, this was all bollocks. I tried to work out how much she?d had to drink. Had she started drinking before I got there? I smiled. ?And if rules are broken I suppose it?s spanking time?? I am good at sarcasm. ?An option, certainly.? Her gaze was direct, unwavering and I knew in that moment that she was as sober as I was iddaa siteleri not. Now, any sensible woman would have just said goodnight, picked up her bag and headed for the hills or the local cop shop. But there was that gaze. You have to understand. Emily was stunningly gorgeous. I may have mentioned that before. The mere sight of her made bits of me get a bit engorged. More, though, was that unnerving quality of command. I had felt that when she told to me to wear a dress and, looking back, I do know it was telling me not asking. When she told me to give her my knickers it was, it is true, one of the sexiest things that anyone had ever said to me but, well, but. ?You are serious, aren?t you?? Emily looked surprised. ?Serious? Of course I am.? Something seemed to dawn on her. ?Do you remember the party after the play, the garden? I asked you if you understood and you said ?not even remotely??? I nodded. ?Well, I think you did understand, at least partially. Do you read much?? Perhaps the wine and brandy were conspiring to fuddle my brain. I was finding hard to keep up with the turns of her conversation. ?I do, yes.? ?Come with me.? I followed her, watching her arse move so deliciously under that diaphanous dress. She led me into a room I had not been in before. Her study, I thought. It was like a clubroom, with a partner desk and a couple of deep leather chairs as well as a desk chair. All the lights were at waist level and her nipples were far more obvious in that light. She went to a bookcase and searched briefly before finding what she was looking for. ?It?s late, Trish and we both have work tomorrow. Take this and read it when you can. Email me tomorrow and we?ll make a date if you still want to.? Saying this she took me in her arms and, with my neck arched back for her, she kissed my mouth deeply. ?You will see, I think, what I am like.? I wanted so much at that point to stay, to make love to her, to open her dress and devour her gorgeous body. She knew. ?Not tonight,? she smiled, ?but soon, I promise.? As I left she patted my bottom and I felt like a schoolgirl being sent home. The Book It was called, ?The Submissive Woman.? Elizabeth Tenant was its author and it was not professionally printed.