It wad one of those crossroad meetings that you never realised would ever happen...but it did. An elderly relation always used to say that you never know when you're going to find a connection with someone. It could be in the supermarket checkout queue, a regular dog walker passing the time of day. The relative never knew about the internet, and it's darker corners of seething hot searches. But that's where Laura came from. She had a profile. Sounded like she was single, young, interested in self-discovery and wanted help. It's always worth knowing what's gone before, what she's tried, so as to try and find a starting point and then work from there. Always knowing her "direction", what she desires, needs and, very revealing, what fantasies wander through the dark labyrinths of her mind, are imperative. She wants...and I try to make it happen. She said she'd met with others. That these had always been fumbles in a vehicle and been nothing more than a grope, a cock suck and go, and never repeated with the same guy. She'd liked the excitement of talking about meeting for these situations, but they were always a let down; too quick, no build up, and he'd cum before she'd had chance to really enjoy her feelings. So what was her next stage, for her? How did she see it? She wanted space, first. Cramped cars were useless and you could so easily get caught. She wanted indoors, but not at hers. She wanted to explore her darker side, find her real self. I wanted to know more. This all sounded positive, almost easy, not in a "couldn't care", flippant way, but that I'd plenty to advise her on, and give new experiences, if she wanted. These exchanges were regular, almost daily, over a couple of weeks. Her replies gave enthusiasm. She wanted a bdsm lifestyle, with regular meets. One offs, were going nowhere anymore. She pushed to meet. Doubts, kind of, was she real? Her location was around 20km, feasible for potential regular meets. Where to meet? Previously I'd met in public, busy locations, bars, cafes, for safety of both parties. She wanted to visit, have coffee, chat in rt...we arranged an autumn evening, after work. It would be dark, so giving cover of identity from parochial, nosey neighbours. Then...the hit! I'll bring my hubby, just for the first meet. He always brings and collects. Floored! Hubby??? She'd given an impression of being single, het profile said so. What kind of guy is he? I needed to know. He's a prop forward at the local rugby club. Omg!! And his take on all this? He does as I tell him and he likes me to be happy, so always goes along with me. He's my security, until I feel sure. Was that why cars were cramped, previously? Laughter. He sat in their own car in the car park, whilst she "enjoyed" attention, or lack of it. He'll like you, if he thinks you're serious and sensible. Friday night, was three days away.