He's been away for work for what feels like ages, but he gets home today and we're meeting tonight. We should just skip the bar and go to his place, I'm already feeling needy for him, but he says he wants to go out and enjoy the warm summer night with me. He texts a little while before we're meeting and tells me to wear my (very skimpy) blue sundress. It's so extremely short, I usually only wear it over a swimsuit... I don't want to disobey him, but I protest. It's so revealing!!! He says he'll permit me to wear underwear tonight, and to wear the cheeky red ones he likes. I sink in my defeat... I know if I protest any more it might earn me punishment, and I'm nervous enough to see what he has in store. The red panties will be eye-catchingly visible in contrast to the blue dress. He says to wear no bra. My breasts are neither small nor huge, but I almost never go braless... He's already pushing my comfort level. I'm nervous, but of course it turns me on to follow his instructions and take a risk.

I sing to my playlist while I shower and get ready. I can't wait to see him! It's been about a month in reality, and I miss everything about him. His strong arms around me, his smell like a thunderstorm and clean sheets and musk, his commanding presence that just isn't the same on the phone. Mmmm. I put on the clothes he requested and order a car. The driver pays me no attention and I'm glad for the time to myself. 

The bar we're meeting at has a summer-camp-for-adults vibe. String lights and paper lanterns make it feel whimsical. There's a deck and a grove of big lit-up trees outside, as well as ample indoor space with tables and a dance floor. Lots of outdoor games and even a couple of elevated tables that make it feel like you're in a treehouse.

He tells me to meet him at the upper bar, which requires that I walk up the deck stairs rather than going in through the ground floor. At first I try to keep my dress down, but quickly give up as it's impossible. I'm a little embarrassed, knowing people below the deck can DEFinitely see up my dress, but I let go, knowing this is just one of many moments where I'll relinquish control tonight. 

He's against a wall at a corner of the bar, and stands up to greet me. He pulls me off the floor into his big hug. I feel my dress coming up in the back, but at this point, I don't care; I'm in his arms.

"Babygirl," he says into my ear.