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"That sounds like a great plan, Belinda. We can flip a coin or something to see who drives first.", Henry answered to Belinda's travel plan. He was hoping she came his way on the second day, if they hit it off, but he would need to tidy the house up a bit.

Henry had also noted the time. Some said it was one of his bad habits, keeping track of time, but he often saw the most carefree turn ill and irritated when their plan delayed by a mislaid bag. He decided to first take some time to see if Belinda might enjoy the event he was attending, and second, might she have a favorite restaurant or pub they might have dinner in.

"Are you much for period events?", he started and went on, "The airline is a major sponsor for a fund-raiser at Hampton Court in three weeks on Saturday evening. It is a recreation of a small dinner in Henry VIII court, with Lucy Worsley giving a behind the scenes tour in period costume. Dress is actually not formal, but cocktail, thankfully." Henry watched Belinda's eyes. He would understand if she said, "No, thank you", because such events were very boring except for the history enthusiast, and the corporate types out to make connections.

Before she could answer, he went on to the second part of his plan while he had it in mind and asked, "Do you have a favorite restaurant or pub in the area ?" There he had it all out, know to hear Belinda's thoughts.
 
Belinda smiled at the mention of a recreation of a small dinner at the court of Henry VIII. She couldn't help but wonder if that meant only 6 or 7 cooked dishes or it it would be a full dinner with at least thirteen dishes of venison, game birds, pies and jellies. The extravaganza of Henry VIII:s diet was almost as well known as his six wives and their fates were to any English person. It was of course doubtful that they would serve peacocks and swans, but perhaps there might be a Cockentrice.
"That sounds like a belly filer for sure," she said and laughed softly as she was imagining that the airline would have scaled down the meal somewhat.
"But it also sounds quite fun. Are the guests also required to dress according to period?"

The bridge between the mention of this charity event and a potential invitation to continue their date at a restaurant was smooth, perhaps made even more so by his Southern drawl.
It wasn't often that she went out to dinner and when she did it was usually at one of the restaurants in Caterham, of which La Fiaba Del Mediterraneo was her favourite. She told him this and mentioned that they made an absolutely delicious Tagliatelle Carbonara.

It would also give her the option to invite him for coffee at her house afterwards if things continued to go well. She didn't tell him that though.
 
"No period costume required, but allowed. Would you like to wear period dress", Henry answered about the dress, he never had worn Tudor clothes, but if Belinda had a desire, he would try it. He suspected, with each of the donors giving at least 250,000 pounds, meaning as a group they would be giving over 4,000,000 pounds, so it would likely be a rather full dinner since there were only 30 guests.

He smiled when told him what her favorite restaurant was because there was always something nice and romantic about Italian places. Henry quickly asked in a cheery voice, "Do you want me to follow you, or just meet you in the car park ?" He would have loved to driven her in his car, but that could wait until another time. Henry was having the best time he had had since Ann had died. He was hoping, even if they did see themselves as a couple, he hoped they would find enough in common to do things together. So, far they had found at least two interesting events to attend.
 
"I don't know. It might be fun but it is rather complex if I remember my history lessons correctly. Besides it's not like I've got an early sixteenth century dress just hanging in my closet. It certainly would have been a lot of fun."
Next to literature history had been her favourite subject in school and there were few kings in English history as extravagantly fascinating as Henry VIII, though when it had come to writing an essay last year of Sixth Form she had chosen to write about his daughter, Elizabeth I, the second queen to rule England in her own right, (her sister, Bloody Mary being the first).
"Maybe I could rent something for the occasion," she eventually concluded and moving on she suggested that it was perhaps best if he just met her at the restaurant.
"You know how traffic can be on the A25. You might lose me if you follow me."
 
Henry nodded in agreement and after getting directions to La Fiaba Del Mediterraneo pulled up on his phone, he waited for Belinda to stand and stood up with her. This time without hesitation, he kissed her cheek before cleaning up their table. He walked her to her car and held the door for her while she got in. Henry gave her a smile as he closed the door, and then waved as she drove away.

Henry walked back to his car, thinking how fortunate he was to have meet Belinda. He began to think of all the things she might be up for that so many other women seemingly were not. He thought about a day in Portsmouth at the naval museum or a trip up north to walk part of Hadrian's Wall. Henry got into his car, it was in fact Ann's car, a Jaguar Type E custom painted in British Airway's Cool Black with a Beau Blue racing stripe. She was a company woman through and through after she left the RAF. She became one of their top captains over time, but as much as she loved flying, she loved Henry more.

Henry was soon on the motorway having fun driving with the top down, and not going too fast, least a camera caught him. As he drove, he thought about Ann. She was a sweet, petite woman who took no mercy on a man foolish enough to question her abilities as a pilot and officer in charge. Henry was a more relaxed accommodating man, which made them very opposite in public, but in private, in the bedroom, that was a different matter, there their roles reversed . Henry now began to wonder, if things got that far, what Belinda's taste might be.
 
My, this man really is a Southern Gentleman, Belinda thought to herself as he held the door for as she got into her emerald green Mini Cooper. As she pulled away he naturally followed her since they were headed in the same direction but with all the traffic on the A25 she soon lost sight of him.

As she arrived in Caterham she decided to first drop the car off at home and take the bike so she could have a glass of wine with her dinner. She sent him a text letting him know she'd be about 10 minutes late.

When she arrived at the restaurant she had a bright yellow windbreaker over her jacket and a deep red bike helmet on her head.
"Sorry for the delay but I felt like having some wine with dinner and even a five minutes drive is still DUI."
She smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
 
Henry opened the door for Belinda and followed her in. If this was her favorite restaurant, she might very well have a favorite table, too. Henry was very impressed with her conscientious behavior. He would have gone and picked her up at her place, but perhaps she was not ready for him to know where she lived. Some might have been in horror at just the thought, But Henry would gladly place her bike in the boot of his car and drive her home. Once inside, Henry would help Belinda with her windbreaker, and they would be seated at a table.

Now, if Belinda could tolerate certain of Henry's habits. He rarely drank alcohol, but preferred the beverages he grew up with, namely Coca-Cola, although these days he often opted for Diet or Zero Sugar ones, iced tea, sometime sweetened, but again these days, often not, and of course coffee. After Belinda got a piece of bread, so did Henry. He was at the point of thinking before speaking, because Belinda was whether she intended to or not was charming him. He finally asked, "So, you say get the Tagliatelle Carbonara ?" He smiled and waited for her answer, real get to know you questions would come over dinner.
 
The way he opened doors, pulled out chairs and helped with clothes was not something Belinda was used to, and part of her found it slightly annoying and that part wanted to tell him that she was quite capable of doing all those things for herself, she was a modern woman after all, but she said nothing about it. He was just being polite and having grown up in the Southern part of USA he had probably been brought up that way and it was a reflex more than anything.

"I would definitely recommend it," she said and nodded and when the waitress arrived she ordered that for herself and a glass of the house red, which from experience she already knew went very well with the dish, and a tomato and mozzarella salad on the side.
 
When the waiter returned to take their order, Henry let Belinda give her order first and then said, "I will have the same, but just water for me this evening."

Once the waiter was gone, Henry looked at Belinda and asked, "Anything you are really curious about or need to know about me ?" Henry wanted to see what Belinda's priorities were when it came to relationships, even just a friendship for companionship’s sake. They seemed to share the same outlook and what they wanted at this point, but he wanted to make sure they would not make each other miserable, but they would likely know that in two weeks time after a journey into the absurd.
 
If she was honest the one thing Belinda had been wondering since she first saw him outside the shopping centre was whether or not he was good in bed, w hat he liked and what he didn't like. Did he enjoy giving and receiving oral for instance. She imagined him to be a very gentle lover if his generally polite gentlemanly behaviour was anything to go by. She also imagined he was the sort of man who would put in the effort to make sure his partner orgasmed before he did. They were as far as she understood it from her friends a rare breed but rumour had it that they actually existed.

Of course she couldn't ask him about that. Instead she shrugged.
"I don't know really."
There were of course many other things she could ask about to explore how far their mutual interests might extend. What was his favourite book, his favourite music, his favourite movie? What were his political views, was he one of those Trump followers? She very much doubted he was.
"I'm sure it will come in time."
 
Henry had pondered Belinda's sexual interests as well. He thought her a very attractive woman, preferring a slender small breasted woman to the big boobed, who he would make love or have sex with, depending on how they choose to define their relationship. Henry did have a secret that Belinda needed not know. If she were a student of human sexual behavior, she should have seen the signs. Henry was in the bedroom, a dominant man. Yes, he was polite, well-mannered, and caring in public, but when it came to the bed, he took charge. He was never violent or cruel, but in almost thirty years of marriage he was king of the bedroom.

It was a simple matter of power exchange. Ann was the one who needed it. She after all had been one of those trailblazing women who piloted and commanded an RAF aircraft, and then rose through the ranks at BA to become one of the airline's top long haul pilots. Along the way, she met and fell in love with Henry. He was an enlisted man, and someone she should have no interest in, but he was the one man she knew who treated her both like a lady and the good pilot she was. It would be sometime after they were married and both working, and enjoying a full life with vanilla sex that included some chocolate sauce and nuts on occasion, that she became a demanding brat when they were together. Henry finally became put out without Ann and put her over his knees, pulled down her knickers, and spanked her bare bottom. After just a few swats she was dripping, and in a few more she came like she had never come before. It would take them a while to do some research, and discover their roles, soon Ann wore a simple collar of a black velvet ribbon with a pearl hanging on it when not at work, and at home, except when Henry had her dress, she wore only one of his already worn tee shirts, to demonstrate her submissiveness, and so she could smell her Master's scent. Yes, Henry was a good lover because he cared about his partner's needs. If he and Belinda became partners, it would be no different, he would take time to discover her needs and try to fill them.

When he got little out of Belinda by giving her first opportunity for questions, he decided to ask, "You say you enjoy online role playing, What sort of roles do you like to play?" He was not sure what she might say, but he hoped it would give him some deeper insight into her personality.
 
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With the wine having been served before the meal Belinda had just taken a sip of it and looked at him. The question came as a bit of surprise to her and it was quite forward as well, especially since she didn't exactly know how to respond. Mostly it was sexual roleplay, much of which revolved around fantasies of the mousy librarian who blossomed at the attention of a younger man who sometimes took her right there at the check out desk after hours but also less normative fantasies such as having been invited to a party and end up being passed around having sex with both men and women, mostly men though. She had never had sex with a woman in her life but there were fantasies about it even if she probably would never act on them. They were fantasies that she enjoyed sometimes while masturbating but what she wanted in real life was a man. There were other fantasies as well that she wouldn't dare share with anyone else, darker fantasies involving black mail among other things.

She took another sip trying to figure out how to answer his question without him judging her.
"Mostly erotic stuff," she whispered and leaned close to make sure no one around them heard.
"I usually play ..."
She hesitated and drank a little more wine.
"Submissive roles."
It came out at such a low volume it would've barely been heard had she whispered it directly into his ear and she blushed, lowered her eyes away from him and felt rather uncomfortable. She was of course entirely unaware of his preferences or that her definition of submissive was quite different than his were.
 
Henry eased back and gave Belinda a knowing smile. He looked her directly in the eyes, leaned back to her ear and in a firm voice said, "If you want that sort of thing in real life, excuse yourself, go to the lavatory, take off your bra and jacket, and then come back and enjoy our dinner." Henry leaned back and looked her in the eyes again. She might not want to play with him, he may not be what she dreamed of in a partner, but he was going to find out. They could discuss details after dinner, but for now Henry wanted to see how willing she was. He took a sip of his water and waited to see if she really wanted an opportunity to make her dreams real.
 
Belinda felt her face heat up but not only her face, she felt a warmth spread through her crotch as well, felt herself getting wet at the suggestion. She did however hesitate a little, drank some more wine.
"Excuse me," she said and smiled.
"I need to powder my nose."
Using such an old fashioned expression for going to the bathroom widened her smile as she got up and walked to the back of the restaurant where the bathrooms were. She stepped into one of the booths and sat down on top of the lid.
"Are you sure about this Belinda?" she asked herself and the answer was yes.
She was sure. She was very sure. The heat in her crotch as she first took of the jacket and then her blouse told her so.

She removed her bra. It was perhaps not the most exciting bra but it was what she had on and it would have to do. It was what she normally wore and in all honesty she didn't have much in the way of sexy underwear. She had just not had any need for such, until now. She put the thin blouse back on and even before she looked down she knew her nipples would be seen through the fabric. A look in the mirror as she left the booth confirmed as much.

She hid the bra in her jacket which she wore over her arm as she came back to the table and then with a mischievous smile slipped it to him under the table just before the waitress returned with their orders.
 
Henry could see Belinda had removed her bra as she walked to the table. Her mature breasts dropped some without a bra and showed their soft natural curve, the outline of her nipples were very noticeable under her blouse. Henry enjoyed the sight and thinking just how naturally beautiful and sexy the librarian's assistant really was. When she reached the table he stood, as was his habit, as an expression of good manners. He would not object if Belinda told him later not to do such things. The important thing was now he knew Belinda wished to explore the world of Domination and submission. He normally did not believe in public humiliation of a partner, and would never do such a thing again unless Belinda asked him to. But, it did prove she was ready to move from the safety of online play to the real world experience.

He was surprised when she slipped him her bra as confirmation she had obeyed, or did she somehow know his weakness. Beyond his preference for women who were smaller breasted, and he thought Belinda's perfect, he liked seeing a woman in her underwear, more than nude or in a swimsuit, although he would not be opposed to seeing Belinda in a swimsuit or nude. He looked down for a moment at the black bra, and it gave him some impressions about Belinda he liked. First, she cared enough to wear more than very basic. This was not a pull on bralette he now held. It had lace overlay and lace detail. And, second, she had some boldness because she had worn black under a sheer top. Perhaps she intended to keep her jacket on, but still she had worn black versus white or flesh tone. After letting his finger enjoy touching the bra a few moments, he slipped it into his coat pocket. He would return it later and hoped Belinda would allow him to buy others for her in the future.

Dinner would then go back to being a nice date between two mature people getting to know each other in general, with intimate matters waiting for a private time and place. Henry would compliment Belinda for her choice of restaurant and the quality of the Tagliatelle Carbonara. As they were finishing the meal and before dessert and coffee, Henry offered, "I will be glad to put your bike in the boot of my car and drive you home." Whether he came in or not would be up to Belinda.
 
If she was honest Belinda had had time to regret her decision a handful of times on her way back from the bathroom but just as many times had decided to go through with it. She had had these fantasies for so long that the very fact that someone had so easily spotted her desire to fulfill them, at least the less extreme ones, in real life and had had the audacity to ask her for this one confirmation of her desires, this one huge first step. She had not been without a bra in public since ... since Sixth form, or was it perhaps even longer ago.

As she had walked through the small restaurant it had felt as if all eyes were on her, as if they all knew what she had just done, as if they were all staring at the outline of her small but oh so stiff nipples poking through the blouse. She had blushed and once she had almost turned back to the bathroom to undo what she had done but no ... she wanted this even if she had no expectations that anything beyond the simple, yet both arousing and embarrassing act of removing her bra and let her modestly sized, slightly drooping but still firm breasts be seen by anyone looking at her.

His offer to take her home almost had her slipping off the chair. Did he mean ... surely not. He didn't seem like the kind of man to have sex with a woman he just met on their first date. No, he was just being a gentleman as usual and this time she actually didn't mind. In fact she had only taken the bike in case he didn't offer. Of course she should have known that he would.
"Certainly. I would appreciate that."

After dessert and coffee she wondered for a brief moment if she would be allowed to put her jacket or at least the windbreaker on for the ride home. She waited for a signal from him on what to do.
 
With the check paid, they stood and Henry picked up and held Belinda's jacket for her to put on. With her windbreaker and helmet retrieved, Henry opened the boot of his car and loaded up her bike. He opened the door for her and closed it once she was in. He got in and asked, "Which way?", since he did not know where Belinda lived.

Henry remained cool on the exterior, but he was in fact excited at the thought of having a woman who wanted him to take charge of her on occasion. There was still some work to do before they actually did anything that might be called sex. She had passed his first test, but they needed to talk in private and Henry get one more proof Belinda wanted him.

She gave him directions to her house, and Henry headed the way she directed him. As he drove, Henry decided the time was right to affirm to Belinda he was interested in her. He patted his sport coat pocket and said in a confident, almost cocky voice, "You have good taste in lingerie, and you have a lovely figure. But, before we decide to have some fun, we need to talk." He still wondered if she really wanted to go through with it, or if it just took a little wine for Belinda to make decisions she regretted later.

When they arrived at her house, Henry parked, helped Belinda out of the car, and unloaded her bike. He then asked , "Where do you want me to put this for you?" The ball was now back on her side of the court, and Henry wondered how she would play it.
 
Belinda smiled gratefully but also nervously as he held up her jacket for her to put on. He wasn't going to make her walk to the care with her breasts on display through the thin fabric. She folded the windbreaker over her arm and let the helmet dangle from he hand and as she got into his car she put them both in the back seat and having given it a few moments took off her jacket again and placed it on to of the two. She glanced at him hoping she had not overstepped any rules for the game they were playing. Perhaps him putting the jacket back on her had meant that she was supposed to keep it on, to keep her bralessness concealed.

"Thank you," she said and smiled.
"You can keep it. A little something to remember tonight by," she added and had to turn away from him as she blushed.
"I would expect we do," she then said after a little while, agreeing that the needed to talk.
What had happened at the restaurant had probably been a test on his part and she was reasonably sure she had passed it but there was still so much that needed to be agreed on. She was not experienced in real life submission/Dominance play but she had played the role enough times online to know what she liked and what she might want to experiment with in real life. She also had a full list of favourite videos on PornHub on the theme. She was not about to admit that to him, at least not yet, if ever.

"In the garage," she said and walked over to the garage door, opening it with a remote control.
"Jut put it up against the wall."
She then stood there watching him. Her throat was bone dry. Her heart was racing. She could invite him in for a coffee before he drove back to Weybridge, but could she trust herself with such an invitation. Not entirely she concluded. There was a big risk that she would make a fool of herself by trying to seduce him into staying the night, and that would not be good.

When she snapped out of her thoughts she instead gave him a kiss goodnight. Her lips touching his sent a shudder through her body that she knew would have to be dealt with once she was alone in her bedroom.
 
When Belinda kissed him, and sent him on his way, Henry wondered if she was like some many others he had meet online in D&s chat rooms, they talked a good game, but were frightened of even playing, much less the life. Henry had after Ann died gone online, hoping to find someone to fill the void left when Ann died. He would admit to anyone who asked what it was like with He and ann. It was their relationship. It was built on love and respect. But, it was real. Once they decided to live as Master and submissive in private, that was the way it was. It was more Ann's need to balance herself from the world where she was the one in charge. Henry provided her the balance she needed to be happy. They were not into S&M, although Henry might use pain to correct Ann, there was always after care to prove his love. He never beat Ann, yes a few bare bottom spankings, but never beat her. Most of what they did revolved around Ann not wearing much at home as a sign of her total submission, It actually freed her and relaxed her from the stress of being in charged, she only dressed when Henry told her what to wear.

Dressing Ann was what Henry got in exchange for making Ann grovel at home otherwise. Henry had and still did have a thing for women who dressed in historic undergarments. He did not care much for thongs and sports bras, give him a sturdy bra and a pair of full knickers any day.

As he drove now on the motorway with the top down on the Jaguar, he reached his hand into his coat pocket and felt the interior of one of Belinda's bra cups. He thought about how nice her breasts were, and how one had graced this nice black bra. Maybe she did want to at least play with him, but not live the life. It was worth a try.

When he arrived home, thoughts of Belinda braless would not leave his mind. He changed and got into bed, but could not sleep. He now in his mind's eye saw Belinda with her blouse off and her perfect breasts on display. Henry could not help but, think of touching and kissing her breasts until his cock was hard and aching. Quickly he got out of bed, pulled Belinda's bra from his coat pocket, and laying back in bed he began to use the bra to relieve himself. He drug the lace overlay over his shaft for a few moments, and then grasped a cup, covered his glans, and saw Belinda. It only took a few moments for him to come. He came like he had not come in many years now, even to his best fantasy. He held on to the bra with the soft lining of the cup feeling so wonderful on his cock. He immediately got up and went to the kitchen to wash out the treasure Belinda had given him. Henry felt slightly ashamed, but knew now he must pursue Belinda, even if it was for a more normal relationship.

The next morning, as he drank his coffee out on his little dock, Henry rang Belinda. He hoped she had not sobered up and thought what she did the night before a mistake.
 
After he had left Belinda stood on the driveway of her house watching his car disappear. She changed her mind so many times in just a few seconds and at one point even took out her phone to call him. They had exchange numbers before he left and that was a good sign that he was interested in meeting her again but it was also a temptation for her to call him before he got too far away an ask him to turn around and come back to fuck her brains out.

She showered and used the shower head to get herself off. It was exactly what she needed, had needed since that moment in the bathroom at the restaurant when she had decided to commit her first real life submissive act. It had felt so good, so liberating in a sense and she had thoroughly enjoyed the embarrassment of everyone looking at her, even if it was probably just her imagination for the most part. She had enjoyed and appreciated him looking at her, seeing the outline of her braless breasts through her blouse.

Even after the shower she was still aroused and it took two more orgasms before she could relax enough to sleep.

She had no idea what he might expect from her and she almost called him several times that evening, wanting to ask all sorts of questions about how he saw them pursuing her submission to him, what that meant to him.

The next day was her day off and she had developed the habit of not setting an alarm for those days now that there was no one but herself to take care of every morning. Still she was awakened rather early by the phone. Her heart almost stopped for a few seconds when she picked it up and saw his number on the screen.
"Belinda," she said with a still rather sleepy but, as she noticed, also a bit sexy tone in her voice.
 
"Hey, Belinda, ...", came a warm friendly voice with a touch of U.S. southern drawl as Henry spoke. He would take charge of the conversation once Belinda acknowledged him, " I really had a nice time last night." The confidence and warm tone of his voice coming from hours of training by the airline and then daily practice as he went on, " We need to talk about last night. Why don't you come over to my house for lunch at 1:00 this afternoon. I have a nice piece of salmon I am about to smoke over some ceder and a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc to go with it. If you are concerned about driving afterwards, I will cut you off at one, or you can bring a bag and stay in my guest room." Henry had delivered his speech coolly, confidently and smoothly, but like a teenage boy the nerves hit the moment he was done. He had high hopes for them. She seemed so perfect a woman, but they had to have an honest talk, and find out if what they desired and needed meshed. Henry listened closely, trying to hear Belinda breath, and hear in hint she might give him. If it turned she just wanted a casual companion, Henry was still fine with that, as he knew he liked her in general.
 
Belinda looked at the time and realised that it was later than she felt it was. The sun would be shining through the window once she opened the curtains. She sat up and nodded to herself. He was right they needed to talk and lunch sounded good. She was still a bit hesitant to go to his place after just one date, mostly because she was afraid she might not be able to control her urge for him to fuck her. Then again, what was the harm. It was clear that he wanted that too.
"1 pm it is then," she agreed without mentioning whether she wanted him to cut her off after one glass of wine or if she would bring an over night bag.

After the call ended she got up and feeling all tingly again she took a long shower had a piece of dry toast with tea and then got dressed. This time she went for something a bit less casual, a white summer dress with a pink floral pattern. It was cut low enough to show a bit of cleavage and with a smile on her face she decided not to wear a bra underneath. The reason for her smile was that this meant that if he would aske her for a similar dare as the one at the restaurant she would have no option but to remove her panties instead and for that reason she chose her underwear carefully.

There was not much in her underwear drawer that would count as sexy or seductive because she had not really had any need for such underwear in more than a decade. There was however one pair of panties she kept in the back of the drawer, just in case, as it were, a pair of red lace hipsters which were still not yet unpacked. She now took them out of their packaging and slipped them on. She stood there for a moment in front of her full body mirror wearing nothing but the panties and looked at herself.

Her body was nothing like it had been thirty years ago. The breasts sagged a little but not much, thankfully, her skin was a little loose around the waist but for being 52 years old she looked good.

She did pack an overnight bag, just a few necessities, like toothbrush, fresh underwear, jeans and a t-shirt. She decided to leave it in the car though until she knew where lunch would lead.
 
With Belinda agreeing to come over, Henry started the salmon over a slow smoke of cedar after he had made coals out of dried oak. The fish would take a couple of hours of slow smoke, and Henry took the time to check the guest room just in case Belinda decided to stay, he was a man of his word and if she were not ready, she would have a bed and room to herself, if that what she wanted. Henry took a shower and shaved his face and head, and then dressed in a pair of khaki trousers and a golf shirt. Once dressed, he went to the kitchen and started prepping the sides of rice and steamed broccoli. It was a simple meal, but simple was often nice. He would set a table up in the garden, so they could enjoy the warm afternoon.

Then came those moments of nerves. He truly hoped she was not looking for a mean, nasty masochist, because that was not him. Henry was a firm, steady dominant who would give Belinda a firm hand and explore her kinks. The house was in good order because the housekeeper had been there Friday. He checked the clock, 12:45 and all was ready for an afternoon with Belinda.
 
Having used the GPS Belinda pulled up outside Henry's house almost on the minute, left the bag in the car and walked up to ring the bell. She was about as nervous as she had been on her first date when she was 16. She was at the same time aroused by the very idea that she had put on her special panties for the first time for him. It was a reminder of what she really wanted from him that afternoon.

She closed her eyes briefly, bit her lip and rung the bell.
"Alright Belinda you've got this. Just don't attack him the minute he opens the door," she muttered nervously to herself.
 
The door swung open and there stood Henry with a big smile on his face. Henry looked Belinda over in her white summer dress with the floral pattern, and told her his honest opinion that the dress was perfect, and that he liked it very much. He ushered Belinda in and then kissed her cheek with more than a social and less than romantic kiss. He pointed to the lavatory door should she need it before walking on into the kitchen. Henry showed her the kitchen and conservatory before walking Belinda out to the garden and showing her around. Once she had a glass of the promised wine, Henry went to finish up the meal. Henry was old enough and wise enough to know that no matter how skilled a swordsman he might prove to be, his house was just as, if not more, important to most women. He would bring the plates out to a table in the garden, set with a white table cloth, napkins, and fresh flowers. They would enjoy the meal and make nice normal conversation, with Henry explaining that he and Ann were able to buy the house because of her salary and some nice bonuses, with insurance paying off the mortgage when Ann died.

When the meal was finally done and as they enjoyed a dessert of fresh mixed berries, Henry finally said, "You proved last night that you want more than online play, but tell me exactly what you are looking for, and the things you definitely don't want." Henry had been online enough to know about F-list, and what he was basically doing was asking Belinda what she wanted. He watched her eye intently to see if she was ready to turn fiction into fact, if he could accommodate her, which he hoped he could.
 
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