Shakira: el Principio

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Walking, no lets face it, strutting along the street, hearing the heels of her knee-high black leather boots on the pavement as she walked, Shakira eyed the world from behind her dark sunglasses. It was a bright sunny day, her bodyguard shadowing her from a short distance as she headed through the bustling side streets towards the meeting place she'd decided with someone, which was a small café. The person in question was a fan she'd never met, this being their important first meeting, important because there was a lot more to it than that. Several months earlier she'd received a letter from him. He'd started with how he was a fan, but it wasn't a normal fan letter. It'd contained his intimate feelings for her and some rather kinky details of what he wanted to do with her, which wasn't that unusual in itself. It certainly wasn't the first time she'd been propositioned by fans, but this was different. She'd been able to feel his pure passion and lust in the mere words he'd written down on that piece of paper and found herself drawn to it instantly.

Reading it again and again later that evening, her mind toying with every little hint his words had given at what he wanted to share with her, she realised she simply had to write back, her curiosity and own lust getting the better of her rational mind. And that's where it began, with her writing back to him, explaining how intrigued she was and that she needed to hear what else he'd like to do to her. He'd of course written to her again saying that he'd never expected a reply to his letter and that he didn't mean her any offence, that anything else from him may upset her in some manner. She'd made it clear to him that it was nothing of the sort, that in fact he'd turned her on and she just had to know more from him, no matter what it was, urging him to divulge every tiny detail from his mind about what he wanted to do to her. Shakira had never indulged in anything kinky, which she mused was perhaps why his words had such effect on her, but his fantasies of her joining him for sessions of bondage and submission turned her on immensely, and she more than once told him in her letters that she'd got herself off over his fantasies, which she was sure would help with his fantasies and freedom expressing them to her.

She didn't know why but she could just feel that his interest in her was beyond just sex, more than just getting her into BDSM and owning her. He genuinely wanted her, and she felt herself drawn to him, even though they'd never met or even spoken on the phone to one another. And so it went from there, with her eagerly reading and enjoying every fantasy he wrote of her, what he'd like to do with her gorgeous body until she could take it no more and had written that she wanted to meet him, that she needed to. He'd written back, seeming a little taken aback at the move by her, agreeing to meet her enthusiastically but asked more tentatively just what she wanted. She had replied, as she recalled, by saying "Something we both want" in her letter and signing it off with a kiss from her soft lips.

And now here she was, walking along the cobbled streets towards their meeting place at a quiet café, dolled up so he'd find her attractive, fearing for some reason that she'd disappoint him despite his physical attraction to her being well established. Shakira couldn't help but give herself another once over, glancing down at her knee high boots and fishnet covered legs, which led up underneath a tight, tan leather pencil skirt that stylishly hid her sexy thighs and she thought made her rounded bum look pretty enticing. Reaching down, she brushed out the bottom of her snug black silk shirt, feeling the leather just beneath the thin layer that hugged her slim waist, not wanting to give away too much just yet as she brushed her hair away from her face. She hadn't done anything with it, since he'd described how he loved her hair dirty blonde and shaken out loosely to give her a "rough and ready" look as he'd so eloquently put it.

Shakira reached the café they'd agreed on and glanced around, having only a description of him to go on, though it wasn't necessary as he gave her a wave, sitting at a table over in a fairly secluded corner of the courtyard. She eyed him up as she walked towards him, taking in his distinguished profile as she approached him, stopping just short of his table.

"Shakira, it's just wonderful to meet you," he said, standing up with a smile as he extended his hand.

"Nice to meet you too," she said with a smile, taking his hand and gently shaking it as she leaned forwards and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. His smile immediately widened as they separated and sat, Shakira crossing her fishnet encased legs and reaching up to take her sunglasses off in the shady corner of the courtyard. Her bodyguard was still nearby, stopping around 10 feet away to keep a wary eye over them just in case.

"You look fantastic," he said, unable to hold back any longer from complimenting her sexy look, his eyes roaming over her figure. Shakira could almost feel his eyes on her body, making her tingle a little and feel as if she was wearing nothing at all, undressed by his eyes.

"Thank you," she said, her eyes flitting down, away from his gaze as he caught her eyes, feeling herself blush a little at his compliments.

"You're more than welcome," he said with a smile, unable not to notice the slight reddening of her cheeks.

"So how's your day?" she asked, just wanting to get to know him a little.

"It couldn't get any better right now," he said, catching her gaze, though this time she didn't avoid it. There was a moment between them right then, Shakira able to feel the same passion she had in his letters as she felt him gaze into her very soul, and she into his. He noticed how she very slightly bit her lower lip, whilst she noticed the spark and excitement in his eyes which still held her own.

"Are you sure about that?" she said in an almost whisper, giving a little movement of her eyebrows, unable to withhold a sly smile creeping onto her cute lips.

"Not any more," he said with a grin, looking up to an approaching waiter, who gave a glance to the sexy Columbian but didn't say anything aside from asking if they wanted anything. He offered her the decision by a little movement of his hand. Shakira, who had been slightly turned towards the waiter, glanced sexily across at him, smiling as she looked back to the man waiting patiently.

"Coffee," she said in a soothing tone, enough to make him almost tremble as she glanced back across at him. The waiter, looked back to him, and he just gave an indication of "two" with his fingers, looking straight back to the sexy singer as he left. Shakira turned and gave a little wave to her bodyguard, who nodded and walked off. He leaned up slightly to see past her, looking back to her as he sat down.

"A girl can never be too careful," she said, looking up as the waiter brought a tray and set it down with two cups of coffee and the usual additions.
"Of course not, I could be anybody. I guess I am..." he said, adding some milk to his coffee and taking a sip.

"You're not just anybody," she said as she took a sip of her own coffee, glancing up to him with a smile as she placed her cup back on the table.

"No?" he said, cocking an eyebrow, intrigued to hear how she viewed him.

"No. You've got me," she said, taking another sip of her coffee and glancing over the sunlight courtyard, noting a few people glancing their way.

"That's true, you're all mine," he said jokingly, drinking the rest of his coffee quite quickly, eyeing her as she delicately sipped, her soft lips pressing lightly against the rim of the cup.

"Well I didn't exactly come here to be the boss did I?" she purred, sipping her coffee again, looking him in the eye as he caught her gaze.

"Why did you write back to me?" he asked bluntly, leaning forwards a little as she finished her drink. She leaned forwards on the table as well, their faces quite close together, her long hair hanging down over her shoulders, contrasting against the black silk of her shirt.
"Your letter piqued my interest. I've had plenty of letters offering sex before but yours...." she trailed off, glancing down away from him again.

"My letter?" he prodded, leaning forwards a little more unconsciously so they were even closer. She fidgeted a little on her chair, giving a glance around before looking back at him, their faces just inches apart now.
"I just got...captivated by it, your fantasy, what you wanted to share with me just....I had to experience it...." she murmured, barely finishing her sentence before he kissed her firmly, his soft lips pressing against her own, making her give a little moan in surprise and pleasure as his tongue sought hers out, sliding past her lips and probing for it. Shakira eagerly responded, their tongues meeting, melting any last resistance she may have had as they danced, his hands sliding across to find hers and take hold of them. Shakira never wanted the kiss to end, feeling all her passion and lust bubble to the surface, her heart racing as he pulled away, a hot flush rushing through her, making her look away a little shyly as her neck and face blushed a little. Her hands felt hot in his as he raised one of hers and lightly kissed it, smiling at her as she glanced at him.

"I'm amazed you want to experience it," he said with a smile, reaching out to tenderly brush her hair back from her pretty face, feeling her delicate warmth as he brushed her skin. She just smiled, not uttering a word as they shared a moment till he sat back up, glancing towards people nearby, one or two looking their way.
"You ever done anything like this before?" he asked, meaning the fantasies that were in question here.

"Nothing at all, all my...history is what you call vanilla," she said quietly, wearing a shy smile.

"But you still get plenty of fun that way," he said, his hand just lightly rubbing her own, enough to make her nipple screw up a little tighter, luckily unseen for her.

"Everyone does," she said huskily, running her tongue over her upper lip seductively.

Favourite position?" he said with a grin, enjoying pushing her a little bit, seeing how he could fluster her cool, sexy exterior.

"Doggy style," she said with a little giggle, extending her leg to brush his with the toe of her black leather boot.

"Can't go wrong there," he said with a little flick of his eyebrow at her.

"Yours?" she returned, looking curious with a cute smirk, arching her back a little to pull her silk shirt tighter momentarily.

"Anything with you would be perfect," he said, leaning out from the table to just eye down her figure a little bit.

"That's a cop out, come on, favourite position," she said with a sly smirk, flicking her hair back, giving a view of her slender neck and perfectly tanned skin.

"Doggy style, same as you," he said, giving a slight laugh.
"What is it with guys and doing girls from behind?" she asked with a laugh of her own, pulling herself up a little on her chair.

"I dunno, just the power and more...primal situation I guess. And with you they get that lovely ass of yours," he said simple, grinning at her.

"Oh yeah I've been meaning to ask. In your letters, in what you described to me, every time you have...anal sex with me," she said cautiously, looking him in the eye as she asked, biting her lip somewhat nervously.

"Yeah...." He asked, waiting to know where she was going first.

"Well my ass in general. The sex, those spankings, making me wear that lingerie and stuff. I just wanna know why you want it so much," she said quietly, both of them close together again now, able to feel the moist heat of one another's rapid breaths.

"You've got such a hot ass, rounded and firm, just watching you wiggle it about can make me drool," he said with a smile.

"Great, but why do you wanna...do me?" she continued, clearly wanting some kind of answer as she looked with her pretty eyes.

"I wanna hear the noises you make, feel how you feel as I take you that way...is that a problem?" he said after a pause, raising an eyebrow since she was clearly not entirely sure about it. There was a silence, Shakira catching his gaze for a minute before looking away, shifting in her seat.
"Shakira," he prompted, reaching up to just ease her chin up so she looked at him again, biting her lip a little unsurely.

"I'm...I'm a virgin...in that respect," she whispered, immediately looking away and blushing.

"Oh...." he said, feeling a rush go through him, his heart beating faster as he held back for her since she was fighting with herself as to whether to say something it seemed.

"But I'd love to try it, and I've played a bit with my vibrator" she blurted out as she looked back to him, immediately blushing at what she'd just said and looking away again. He felt a cold adrenaline rush spread through him at what she'd just said, or rather suggested. That he may get to be the one to break Shakira's anal cherry, instantly making the already excellent day better.

"I think we can arrange that," he said with a smile, gently raising her head with a finger guiding her chin before leaning forwards to softly kiss her again, feeling her relax and yield before him. Shakira could feel herself melt for him, because he'd greeted her news with enthusiasm and dare she say it love, able to just feel perfectly accepted and wanted by him making her glow inside.

"I think we'd better go back to my place," he said quietly, looking her straight in the eyes, making it more then clear what he meant, before kissing her again.

"I think you're right," she murmured as she broke away from him, giving a little sigh of contentment. He didn't say another word, simply taking her hand and standing up, using his spare hand to fumble in his pocket for a note, dropping it on the tray with the empty coffee mugs and picking up his sunglasses. Shakira, breathing a little more rapidly at the powerful way she was letting herself be treated, grabbed her own glasses and fumbled them on with slightly trembling fingers, feeling her heart beating faster as he led her away on the cobbled streets, the heels of her leather boots clicking on the stone.

"How far is it to your place?" she said, almost allowing the nerves, which were building within her, into her voice.

"Not very far...luckily," he said, looking back with a sly smile.

"Why is that lucky?" she said with a smile of her own, letting him pull her along behind him.

"Because those legs of yours have more to do than walking," he said cunningly, glancing back at her with a little wiggle of his tongue.

"And what about this ass?" she said cheekily, pulling herself forwards and sliding in next to him, guiding his hand straight to her firm, rounded rear, resting it perfectly on the top of her arse, feeling him immediately slide gently down as she slid her arm round his back. Her breath caught slightly as he gave a good, firm squeeze, taking in just how perfectly formed her bum was, feeling as firm yet soft as he'd dreamed it would do, her little gasp at his fondle making his heart surge.

"I think you know," he said with a smirk down at her, seeing her naughty smirk and the spark in her eyes as they locked with his own. They walked in silence for a few minutes, not needing to say anything to one another, the tension between them saying all that was necessary. They walked for the better part of ten minutes before reaching his place, a small house on a quiet suburban street. Leading her up onto the porch, he slipped her to arms length on his hand so he could retrieve the keys from his pocket. Shakira gave a little giggle as she saw his hands shaking when he tried to get the key into the lock, feeling a similar tension in herself at the prospect of what was to come for them both. He unlocked the door and then stood aside to show her in, being a gentleman and also taking a good look at her lovely arse, something that didn't go unnoticed by it's owner as she gave a quick glance back. She reached back, seeking his hand with her own, wanting him to lead her as she had come to expect in every new letter. He took her hand and stepped forwards into his house, closing the door behind them and turning the deadlock clearly, her eyes widening a little at the sharp sound. She stood staring at the door for a few seconds, her feet unmoving as he stepped to lead her, looking back to her.

"Shakira?" he said in a questioning tone, wanting to know if she had any kind of problem as he gave her hand a little squeeze. She snapped from her trance, looking into his eyes with a devilish smile and giving his hand a return squeeze as she took a step to follow him. He smiled as he turned away and led her through his house, through the beams of sunlight through the windows and then to a door, which he opened a show a set of stairs down into the basement room. He led the way this time, pulling her through as she shut the door, locking it herself with a sly smile which made him shiver slightly in excitement, briefly wondering just how he'd managed to get her to his place, and with the plan of getting into BDSM at that. Shakira looked around as she reached the bottom of the stairs, checking out the interior of the spacious basement, furnished with a bed and a hard wooden table, along with some cupboards, which she figured must contain some of the items he wanted to use on her.
"Can make as much noise as you like down here," he said, looking back with a grin as he led her into the room, her heels thudding a little on the floor.

"Oh it's only gonna be me making noise is it?" she purred, turning to stand in front of him, her slim, sexy figure silhouetted by the light through the heavily frosted windows that were just above ground.

"No I'm sure it won't. So what do you think?" he said, giving a wave of his hand to indicate the room.

"It's nice, warm. Different to how I thought it might be," she mused, looking around.

"What were you expecting, some kind of dungeon?" he said with a slight laugh, sliding his other hand forward over her slim waist, feeling the silk shirt slide smoothly over something beneath.

"I don't know, I've never been to anywhere for...this kind of thing before," she said with a cute giggle, sliding close to him and slipping her arms round his neck before leaning in to kiss him passionately, parting her soft lips to allow her tongue to delve into his mouth as his now freed hand went to the other side of her waist, giving her a bit of a squeeze, forcing a little moan from her. The tension released in a tidal wave of their pent up emotions, all the lust and need flowing into their kiss as turned her towards the bed, pushing her backwards so she stumbled a little and then fell onto the bed, him on top, their lips still tightly pressed together. Pressing her into the bed, his fingers immediately went for her black silk shirt, deftly releasing the buttons in a matter of seconds and pulling it open. His hands went to her stomach, and then he stopped, pulling back from her and looking down, his eyes widening, breath catching in his throat before a smile broke onto his lips as he saw what it was. The leather under his fingers was an over bust black leather corset, squeezing her slender waist in and pressing her perky breasts up to give her a delightful cleavage, barely even speaking as he took in the hot, squeezed Columbian body before him.

"Do you like it?" she whispered, her hands stroking up his arms as he leaned over her.
"It's fucking perfect," he said with a dirty grin, eyeing every delicate curve and stitch of the leather corset before him, encasing her slim, sexy body.