In only a fur and very little else…

I still had the careful and tedious task of painting my finished work. I finally spent a good fifteen minutes walking about looking into mirrors at my semi naked self with all five fingers of each hand all stretched out to dry, just so as not to spoil the painstaken work I had done. I was now beginning to feel that I was almost ready to go…

Very often it’s the journey that’s the fun. Reaching destinations is very often only an anticlimax! I only hoped that the goals for this evening were going to match the intensity of the preparations.

I had started just after three o´clock in the afternoon and it was now close to eight in the evening. I had spent nearly five hours and here I stood dressed in a bra, nylons and high heeled shoes. Truly a sight to behold and now it really was high time to go…

I quickly packed a shoulder bag with a short blue flared skirt, a blue blouse top, a pair of black high heeled shoes, a cardigan and a very large transparent latex dildo! I also packed a digital camera! In my small shoulder purse I packed, as I said earlier, a little money, my car keys, my mobile phone which I had switched onto flight mode hours ago, a small white handkerchief, a few essential pieces of make-up, and a packet of condoms… You never know what to expect! A small tube of Vaseline and my driver’s license! As I say - You can never tell what might happen. I put on my sheep skin coat I tightened my broad leather belt. I made a final check of my make-up. I was ready to leave.

Now my field was open and it was time to play… But leaving home can be a risky business when integrity is at stake. I managed however to quietly leave the house and start up the car without raising any suspicion from prying neighbors.

The 50 kilometer drive was slow, carful and uneventful along dark unlit country roads. I had not been totally honest with the man as to where I lived. Let us say that I was more to the east than the town to the south that I had told him I lived in. He lived thirty kilometers to the west of the small town we had agreed to meet in. Neither of us was to be on home ground so to say.