"What the hell are you doing?" Amy muttered under her breath as she sat alone, waiting at a table. The coffee in her cup was cooling quickly as she nervously sipped it. They had agreed to meet in a public place for their first real-life visit. It was a day she had thought about for months, and now that it was here, her old fears and insecurities flared up.
Oh, he'd told her many times how attractive he found her. She had a hard time believing it, though, having struggled through a failing relationship for the past decade. Would he even show up? Would she meet his expectations? Would he want her? She turned every few moments to glance in the direction of the door to see if Dan had arrived.
She looked down at herself for the hundredth time. She'd made it a point to get a manicure and pedicure just yesterday. He loved freshly polished nails. He sometimes joked with her that they would look great wrapped around his cock. She bit her lip - hoping that maybe someday soon she would find out if it worked.
She'd worn a black button-up blouse, leaving a hint of cleavage as a tease. She knew he liked that. He'd said so many times in their online chats. Her skirt was a flirty pleated number, and her legs were bare except for her open-toed sandals. Underneath, she'd worn a black lace bra, one he'd seen her wear in photos already. She opted to go without panties today, hoping that if he ever found out he would be instantly aroused. The thought made her quiver a bit. But then, Amy sighed. She constantly worried about her looks, thinking she needed to lose some weight and get a boob job to fix things.
This didn't stop her from exchanging pictures with Dan online. He had a way of making her feel comfortable and wanted any time they talked. Dan always said she looked great as she is, but she just wasn't sure if she believed him. The one time they video chatted, she couldn't bring herself to get naked for him on live camera. She wanted to, but her nerves won that time. She looked around again for him...maybe he wasn't coming.
Amy's frantic self-analysis was interrupted when the waitress stepped over and spoke in a thick Appalachian accent, "can I warm your coffee for you, hon?"
Amy steeled her nerves and glanced up. "Yes please," she smiled. The waitress obliged, quickly moving on to check on her other customers and leaving Amy to her reverie again. With steam now rising from her mug, she took another sip. "Mmm," she closed her eyes as the hot nectar infused her with caffeine and calmed her panic.
Just then, she felt the brush of fingertips on her neck and a familiar southern voice whispered in her ear, "Hello, Beautiful. I've come a thousand miles just to see you." Her eyes popped open and she turned quickly, beaming widely as she saw Dan face-to-face for the first time.
He was taller than she'd imagined! Medium blond hair danced across his forehead, and a coarse beard dressed his face. A plaid shirt covered most of his broad chest, but a couple of buttons were left undone, allowing some dark hair to catch her eye. He wore designer jeans that fit tightly enough to show off his narrow hips and muscular legs. She caught herself glancing at the bulge in his pants. She knew well what lay beneath his zipper.
Her womb clenched at the thought of what she'd remembered being under there from their times online. She bit her lip and looked back at his eyes. Of course he'd caught her looking, and he had a wide grin for it. He'd really come to see her! And, he was smiling at her!
She noticed his eyes taking her in. He was tactful, of course, never staring inappropriately, but she knew that he was making mental notes on her entire figure. "Well, he's seen everything about me already in photos," she thought. She didn't mind him looking. The way his eyes lit up with a dull fire - she knew it well, the spark of lust was smoldering deep within him already. She laughed and sprang up to hug him.
She hadn't been this happy in a long time. As he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest, she drank deeply of his scent. "Mmm," she hummed. "I've wanted this moment for so long, and now you're here!"
Dan caressed her hair as he said, "I wouldn't have missed this chance for the world, Amy. You're even lovelier than I'd dreamed." She felt herself melting into him. Was the soft bulge in his pants growing?
They sat down and talked for a couple of hours, drinking coffee, looking at each other, holding hands, smiling. She felt at peace when she was with him, like the universe had finally put a puzzle back together. Was this what she had been searching for?
"I'd like to take you somewhere, if you trust me." Dan said.
Amy caught her breath. Did he really want her? Was it happening? "Yes, I trust you," she replied with a smile.
Dan beamed back, and then in a more serious tone said, "I want you to know that you will be completely safe and nothing will happen to you without your consent. You can refuse at any point in time. But, you'll be asked to do things that require you to decide if you trust that I'm taking care of you."
Amy's mind raced. What was he planning? There was but one way to find out, but should she?
"What the hell," she found herself saying to him with a smile. "Let's do it." In that moment, something clicked in her mind. She was taking the first step on a new adventure.
He quickly paid the bill and walked her to his waiting truck, opening the door for her. "Hmm," she thought to herself, "how am I going to get in this truck without flashing everything my mother gave me?"
After a moment's consideration, she threw caution to the wind and hiked one leg up into the truck, giving a healthy view of leg and the hint of her gentle folds. She watched Dan's eyes carefully, but could not detect whether he'd seen her little show or not.
She decided not to fix her skirt immediately, instead turning towards him a bit to give him a kiss before he shut her door. She caught him looking and heard a slight intake of his breath, and the corners of her mouth turned up with a hint of a smile. She playfully darted her tongue into his mouth, then pulled away, looking into his eyes as she swung her legs into position in the truck.
Dan shook his head, "I like that very much," he said in a low, lustful tone that sent shivers directly to her abdomen.
"Mmm," she thought, "this will be so much fun."
He closed her door and walked around the behind the truck, climbing into the driver's side and sliding into the seat. She stole a glance at his crotch, noting with satisfaction that the fit of his jeans was much tighter now. She let her thighs fall apart a little bit, not obscenely, but enough that it was obviously not an accident. Dan took note and looked at her legs often, and met her eyes with an appreciative smile.
She'd started growing out her bush for him; her photos had been of her nearly shaved bare, so she thought it might be a nice change. He'd taken note.
"I like the recent changes down there, and I look forward to exploring further."
She grinned widely and pulled her skirt up higher as they drove out of the parking lot. She knew that in this tall of a vehicle, nobody could see below her waist anyway, so why not give him a little show?
Amy stole a glance at Dan's crotch. "God damn," she thought, "he's gotten huge!" His length and girth were straining at the fabric now. He must not have been wearing underwear, she thought she could make out the ridge along the base of his cock. Without thinking, her hand reached across the truck seat and gently rested on his thigh next to the shaft that now pointed in her direction. She gently brushed the back of her finger along the triangular column of his prick, eliciting a gentle moan from his lips.
They pulled off into a parking lot, and she looked around inquisitively. "Oh, this isn't our destination," Dan said. "I just have the first test of trust for you starting now."
He pulled a small kerchief out of his pocket, folding it into a long strip. "Do you trust me enough to be blindfolded for the rest of the ride to our destination?"
Amy replied "Yes," with a whisper. She did trust him, though the thought of not being able to see where she was being taken brought a rush of adrenaline.
Looking directly into her eyes, he cradled her face, "see you soon," he said with that gentle, southern charm he had. Damn, that voice made her wet every time.
He gently wrapped the blindfold around her face, completely covering her eyes. She reveled in the fact that the cloth must have been close to his body, because it smelled wonderfully of cologne and masculinity.
With darkness now covering her eyes, Amy's other senses attempted to compensate. She felt the truck begin to move again, hearing the coarse gravel under the tires and attuning to the vibration beneath the seat. Remembering that her most intimate parts were still in the open, her arousal climbed as the vibrations of the engine increased. After a few moments, she felt the vehicle turn and slow as they began climbing a hill.
"Are you ready for the next trust test?" Dan asked. Amy nodded. Her excitement was climbing. "I want you to unbutton your blouse, and take off your bra, leaving your blouse on your shoulders but open to the waist."
She shuddered a bit. While nobody would be able to see the display between her legs, anyone outside the truck would be able to clearly see if she rode topless or with her breasts out. With trembling hands but without a word of dissent, Amy slowly unbuttoned her shirt and let it drop back off her shoulders. She unhooked her bra and shook her breasts free. She had to admit, it felt good. She only wished she could see Dan's reactions. She knew he'd seen pictures of her breasts many times, but this was different. This was real.
