As I move on with sharing my personal stories here with you, a new chapter begins.
Some years have passed since my first experiences with Lucy and Jack.
I get to travel more and more for my work, flying a lot around Europe and sometimes to other continents as well. Through the years I work myself up and it was definitely a bit of a jet set lifestyle for me; highest frequent flyer tier, lounges, nice hotels and fancy restaurants.
We are in a time where smartphones come around but not everyone has one yet. Also, services and apps are not a level (and user base) that they are today. I find that meeting people, especially for sexual activities is best through dedicated websites.
Through one of these sites I start a long exchange with Alexa, a young woman who is in her early 20s. She seems sexually very experienced for her age. Apart from this we share many interests which makes it appealing for me to really get to know her. However, she is very reluctant to share photos with me but after some time we arrange for a call and from there trust builds. She now shares a face pic, and we decide to organize a date.
She lives in a city I must travel to quite frequently for work. I carve out an afternoon for her in my agenda, and as we are both culturally savvy persons, she proposes to meet at a modern art exhibition in an area of the city which is undergoing a total revamp. It's September, so not that cold yet in that part of Europe.
This weekday afternoon there are not many people so it's not difficult to spot her. She is the only goth girl among the very few visitors. Her face and smile are just like on the photos she sent me. Now I also understand why she maybe didn't want to share more details about herself; she is a bit chubby. Was she afraid I would not want to continue exchanging with her? No, I would not do that. She is a very interesting person and has a cute face with little holes in her cheeks when she smiles. She has dark brown hair, half long but also with a small splash of blue! She is dressed in a black jacket, a black lace blouse and trousers. On her back a little black backpack with some small figures attached to the zippers. Definitely goth-like with black, heavy leather boots. I later also notice that she has a piercing in her tongue. Interesting...
She is completely dressed in black. I must smile inside; what have I gotten myself into now. A goth girl, are you serious? Well, of course I knew she was. We have had extensive communication leading up to our first encounter. Still, her appearance was a massive contrast to 'normal' people. She smiled at me immediately and very confidently walked towards me and we exchanged kisses on the cheeks.
"So nice to see you. Finally!" I exclaimed with a big smile.
"Nice to see you, too." she responded.
We get our tickets and make our way into the exhibition.
"How was your flight and meetings today?" she asks.
"Good. The usual stuff, you know". I mean, what could I tell her about my work? Would she know anything about finance?
We continue to talk about some of the stuff we had already discussed at length during our email communication. It was nice but we both needed to adjust to being together and the immediate form of verbal communication. When you write emails you have time to think about what you write, you can edit, rework your message. Not so much now. Not that this is a problem, as I am a very good communicator. However, the website we had met on was of a particular character, not so innocent to say the least.
The art on display is some modern, abstract stuff. At some of the exhibit's I was asking myself why it qualifies as art at all. Some things were normal household objects transformed, twisted or even damaged. Throw a bucket of paint on it and you have something. Not at all my style. Luckily there were some black and white photographs as well. These were more interesting as some had light erotic subjects.
I was more focused on Alexa, how she was moving, observing everything. Apart from her appearance, she behaved normally. She was contemplating some items longer than others, just like anybody else would do. Yes, she didn't have a model figure. Her half long dark brown hair was curly, her breasts must have been a C cup, and she had a belly and thick thighs. As noted earlier, quite a chubby figure. I was thinking that the black clothing she was wearing was also camouflaging some bits she would like to hide a little. All this didn't matter. She had a particular aura which made me feel attracted to her. Strange, as she was not the type of girl I usually fancy. Sometimes I would come close to her, from the back and we would be staring at a painting or other item together. I was so close I could smell her light floral perfume; I could sense the warmth of her neck. Normally, this was way too close to approach someone you don't know. I was getting into her private space. But she didn't mind. She would not move, she just let me do this. Why was this happening? I don't know, I just wanted to be close to her.
One time, still from behind, I placed both my hands on her waist. I felt her roundness and warmth through the fabric of her shirt.
"Hey!" she said with a smile. A smile that indicated surprise but approval at the same time. Like she wanting to say, 'not so fast, mister'.
"Sorry" I said and took my hands back and at the same time making a step to the side.
"It's OK" she replied in a neutral tone.
We continued to walk through this industrial place.
"Hey, do you like this stuff at all?" I ask her. I am just curious.
"Hmm... Well, there are some pictures that I like. The objects not so much".
Couldn't agree more. She had chosen this location to meet as it was big, open and public. You never know with these people met on the internet. There could be weirdos. She didn't want to be in a remote place that could potentially become a trap to her and for some freak to do unexpected things. I kind of get that, with her looks she must certainly attract very different guys as well.
After the exhibition we take a taxi, and I invite her for dinner at a restaurant which is close to my hotel. We talk about the exhibition and more about ourselves.
Towards the evening we get drinks at my hotel bar and laugh a lot together. I really feel comfortable with her, and it seems she also likes my company a lot. We really are on the same wavelength. But from outside, we couldn't be more different. Especially in this nice hotel bar. She's a young goth woman; with all the typical attire you expect from it. I am a young, classy businessman, dressed smart casual, suit without tie but still with elegant shoes. These outside appearances don't matter for us at all. This is what I find amazing, as if it wouldn't be for that particular website we met on, I would have never talked to such a person. She would be completely outside of my circle of friends and relations. I think that people looking at us from the side must have been surprised by our totally different style.
