Well it took me long enough with the interruption of turkey day and all but here is the re-write of one of my previous stories, as requested. I couldn't come up with an addition to the story but like what the change in tense did for it.

I entered the bar/restaurant. He told me to meet him here. I wore my most business-like khaki colored trench coat as instructed, my hair high on my head in a French twist. The night breeze was quite cool on my neck. Generally, I wore my hair in a serviceable bun or ponytail, but this was his request. I could smell the musty sweet scent of old alcohol in the air of the room along with the smells of grilled steak and baked potatoes. It was a high class restaurant and bar not just your typical sports bar establishment. As in most bars the ball game was on but here the volume was turned down so all you could do was watch the game and read the dialogue as if you were deaf. Around me were the sounds of people eating and laughing in the dining room area apart from the bar. I went to the bar and asked for the Grant party.

“Are you wearing the proper attire?” the woman tending bar looked at me doubtfully.

“I dressed as he requested” I replied blushing as I remembered with some embarrassment what I wore or wasn’t wearing under the coat.

The bartender picked up the house phone. “Grant, your passenger is here.”

“Have a seat at the bar. The driver will be with you in a minute.”

I elected not to sit on the high bar stool fearing my coat would fall open and my lack of attire would be exposed. I stood, clutched my coat closed and looked in the direction of the entry while I waited for this mysterious driver. My stomach grumbled. I was not sure if it was the smell of the delicious food wafting from the kitchens or just sheer nervousness.

A man in a chauffeurs outfit entered the bar and walked straight towards me.

“Ma’am, if you will kindly follow me I will drive you to your destination.” He turned and walked to a very elegant shadow grey limousine. I thought it was a Rolls Royce. I am not too car savvy but at least it wasn’t one of those stretch SUV’s; not only are they ugly but I hate to think of what I would have exposed climbing into one that night.

The driver held the door open for me as I slide into the vehicle. The interior was dark grey and smelled deliciously of leather. The seats were unexpectedly warm that chilly November night. The driver entered the car.

Looking back at me through the window that separated the passenger area from the cab of the vehicle, he spoke. “Please make yourself comfortable. It will be about an hour and a half to your destination. There’s a package you are to open on the seat over there.” I could hear the sound of the ball game playing over the radio in the front.

The driver turned around and the window separating the compartments closed. Once the window was shut I heard nothing but silence. As the car slowly glided away I realized that I didn’t hear the engine either. It was like floating in my own little cocoon. I felt as if I was denied sensing anything but what was in that little compartment of the world. The gentle glide of the car as it floated across the ground, the rich scent of the leather seat around me and the warmth rising from those same seats. Although the running lights were on it was not enough to see the package on the seat next to me. I played with the switches on the door to get more light. The overheads were too bright but the lights mounted just next to the doors were just perfect to allow me to see my package.

Next to me on the seat was a midnight blue foil wrapped package with a white envelope attached. The wrapping paper matched that of the package he had sent to my home. That first package contained what little I was wearing under my coat. This envelope simply said “Open”. After reading the directions in the first package I wondered what more would be asked of me. I opened the card first.

“Read these directions. Do not follow them until you have read them completely through. I expect you to follow them exactly. Any deviation from these directions will result in you being returned to your home. This opportunity will never present itself again.”

I read the instructions all the way through. I trembled with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety as I realized just what I had agreed to. I began to follow the instructions.

I removed my coat folding it neatly. The air in the compartment was chilly. There was no heat besides that coming from the seats. I wished I could turn the heat up but his instructions expressly forbade deviation. My nipples exposed as they were, tightened in the cold to sharp pokey little nubs. I slid off the leather seat, held the coat across both hands, palms up; the skin of my ass in contact with the seat until my knees touched the floor.

Fortunately, the stockings from the earlier package were silk not nylon, silk was less likely to run and ruin first impressions. I desperately wanted to make a good first impression. As my knees came in contact with the rough carpeted floor I felt the cool air drift across my exposed behind, the garter belt attached to the corset-like garment did nothing to protect my nether region from the drafts of cold air in the vehicle.

I crawled across the expanse of floor to the seat opposite, all the while holding the coat out in front of me like an offering. I opened the compartment and placed my coat, the only belonging I had with me, in the compartment and shut it. In this position my face was close to the leather seats and the leather smell was overwhelming. Just the thought of how I must look was making me wet and further hardened my nipples.

I sat back on my heels and prepared to open the box as instructed. Inside I found a stainless steel butt plug and a bottle of lubricant. The weight of it was incredible. Just the thought of it inside me made me want to finger myself. But that was against the rules. How he would have known I’d violated the rules, I do not know. But that was a risk I was not willing to take. I’d come this far, to go home now was unthinkable.

I leaned over the seats inhaled the scent, and felt the warmth against my rock hard nipples. The contrast of sensation between the cold air wafting between my wet thighs and the warm seats almost sent me over the edge right then. I took a deep breath and counted to ten and tried not to let the intensity of sensation overwhelm me. I spread my legs wide exposing my sphincter to the cool air, my pussy lips dripped with arousal. I applied the cold lube to my little brown hole. Again I took a deep breath and tried not to let the feelings racing along my nerves push me rocketing to orgasm and away from this adventure. I inserted the well lubed plug into my rear orifice feeling the cold heavy metal slide into my warm dark hole. I brought my legs together, relief filled me. At least the contrasting air temperature no longer teased my lower areas.

I felt my clit throbbing furiously and the wet stickiness from my cunt flowed down my legs. I sat back on my heels rising back to a sitting position on the seat behind me. I turned off the lights sat in complete darkness. I smelled the musky pungent smell of my arousal. It permeated the air. I flushed in embarrassment sure the driver could smell my sex through the car ventilation system.

I pressed the intercom button and spoke to the driver, “He said to let you know when I have finished following the instructions.”

“OK.” The driver replied. “We will arrive in about 30 minutes.”

Stunned, I sat with my knees together feeling the stickiness between my legs. I had not realized how long it had taken me to perform the instructions, but I was grateful the ride would be over soon. I could feel every bump and crack in the road through my anus, thankfully the car practically floated down the road. I cannot image how many times I would have cum if the car had had the suspension of my little Subaru. Instead the ride only heightened the sensations I was feeling. My nipples, no longer in contact with the warm seats, stood at attention again. I seemed to be finding equilibrium between the throbbing in my cunt and the jouncing of the plug in my ass. Suddenly, the plug began to vibrate slowly moving around in my rectum, teasing those sensitive nerves at the entrance to my ass. Tears came to my eyes; I gripped my hands on my knees desperately trying not to cum.

The car slowly glided to a halt. Sitting in the dark with a vibrating butt plug in my ass, wearing nothing but a black corset and silk stockings, dripping cunt juices onto warm leather seats I waited with anticipation and dread for the next step in my journey.

The door opened. I sat and waited until the driver’s black gloved hand reached into the car to lift me out. Placing my hand in his, I stretched my leg out of the car. My entire body exposed to the cool night breeze, I felt my fluids running down my legs and the heavy plug vibrating in my behind. I should have been embarrassed but could only revel in my arousal.

A man dressed like a butler stood waiting for me. “Follow me please Ma’am. The master awaits you in the library.”

The elderly gentleman led the way into a stately old mansion. As I entered the house the vibration in my ass intensified. I was not used to walking in heels this high and the tremors quaking through my body made each step a challenge. I teetered my way through the entry, hearing my heels echoing sharp and staccato with every shaky step I took. The floors were well kept cherry wood. Despite the smell of the oils used to keep all of the wood work in top condition I am certain the butler could smell my arousal, if he couldn’t see it almost dripping on his well cared for floors. I flushed in embarrassment.

“Please wait in here. There is a message for you on the desk.” The butler left me in a lush wood paneled room with a roaring fire in the fireplace. Chilled from my state of undress in the cold November weather I approached the fire to warm myself. As I passed the desk I took the envelope addressed to me. Opening it, it simply said to kneel in front of the fire and refresh myself with the glass of mulled wine left warming for me on the hearth.

I knelt on the soft silky fur-like rug in front of the fire. I sat back on my heels as the vibrator took on a new intensity in my sphincter. I sipped the warm red wine. It had a sweet and fruity flavor. Staring into the fire I waited. I heard the soft click of a door latch opening. Looking over my shoulder I saw the door ease open and well built man in a mid calf length dressing gown stood framed in the doorway. I set my glass down and waited.

He entered the room on silent bare feet, carrying a glass of wine. Approaching the fireplace, he set his glass on the mantel. His distinguished face is marred only by a nose that looks as if it may have been broken a time or two. The flames of the fire reflected in his wire rimmed glasses that hid deep brown eyes. He reached long square tipped fingers into the pocket of his dark red dressing gown. I imagined those fingers slipping inside me with that same deftness, and my wet nether lips throbbed with the thought. He pulled a device out of his pocket and placed it in his left hand. His free hand slowly turned a dial on the control. The vibrator embedded in my ass went wild. I could not sit still, flushing some more I dropped face down onto the floor at his feet, tears flowed out of my eyes mimicking the juices that gushed down my legs.

“Cum.” He stated simply in a deep gravelly voice. I burst into a million suns.

“Attention all passengers, we regret to inform you that due to the areas current severe weather patterns all departing flights have been grounded until further notice. All incoming flights have been rerouted around the severe weather and will land at the nearest airport until the weather here is clear enough to accommodate them. We are sorry for the inconvenience. Please be assured that we are doing all we can to expedite the situation.” The loud speaker overhead blares into my consciousness. I slowly realized I must have fallen asleep waiting for my delayed flight.

“Excuse me Ma’am. Is this seat taken?” a deep voice said from my right. I pushed my glasses back up where they had slid to the end of my nose. I peered up at a tall man with compelling brown eyes peers at me from behind familiar looking wire rimmed glasses. Groggily I reply, “No, You may use it.” Slowly I realized that I was dreaming. I wasn’t kneeling nearly naked in front of a fire but sat fully clothed and rather uncomfortable after falling asleep in Baltimore-Washington International Airport awaiting my flight home.