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leira73 -> RE: Your First Task (11/9/2008 3:46:29 PM)
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Even though we had met (real time) before and had talked on the phone and in IM for a few months, there was never any specific "task". Then one day he tells me to take a half day from work and met him at a neighborhood bar/restaurant. We met and ate lunch and then he passed me a manilla envelope. Told me not to open it till I got home and follow the instructions to the letter. I was supposed to call if there were any "real" problems. I felt like I was on Mission Impossible"...your mission, should you choose to accept...lol.
In the envelope was a pair of thigh highs, a very skimpy pair of panties and a sheet of intsructions. The instructions said to shave my pussy smooth smooth smooth, to wear the thigh highs and the panties and whatever top I had that would "match" and that's it. I could wear a coat and shoes also (a blessing since March in upstate NY is not particularly balmy). I was to meet him at a bar, he would be waiting inside for me and once there, he would make sure (discreetly) that I had followed the shaving part of his instructions.
Walking into a bar alone was a challenge, even though my coat covered me, I still felt like everyone knew. Walking through the grocery store was challenging, especially when he stopped me in the middle of an aisle and said "show me"...expecting me to open my coat, which I did, making sure no one was around and trying to hide my red, red face.
It was exciting to be given such simple directions that it's (almost) fail proof, and yet have so many aspects of it be more difficult than you'd ever imagine. Thanks for bringing back such a tingly memory! :O)
~leira
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