Waiting...I've never been to good at it. I find I get anxious and my mind starts racing. Glancing at my phone, I realize it's been 9 minutes since I last spoke with Phil. That's 9 minutes he could have changed his mind about wanting to meet me for coffee. "I knew it" I think to myself, "I knew it was too good to be true. Stupid online dating; he's not coming". Every face I see as I glance around I imagine is him. After all, I've only seen one picture of him. Honestly, it was a rather unimpressive picture with his face distorted by the huge crab claw, he could be any one of the numerous people sitting on this Starbucks patio. For all I know, he's sitting here right now watching me just as I'm watching for him. He could have drove up and realized I wasn't what he wanted and decided instead to play it cool and pretend to be someone else. "Ok, 5 more minutes and that's it" I quietly mutter to myself, getting a few uneasy glances from the woman sitting next to me who's more than likely wondering why there's a girl sitting alone grossly overdress for Starbucks on a Saturday afternoon. I look at my phone again, 3 minutes. I've always been terrible at math but I'm smart enough to know that 3 plus 9 equals 12. That's practically 15 minutes since I last spoke with him. Enough time to pose as a customer and leave without looking suspicious.
He had seemed like such a nice guy. Thinking back, it was kinda amazing how we met. Well, not so amazing in the whole online dating sense but amazing in the sense that we should have never even met really. Since my mom had gotten engaged to that asshole, I had drifted apart with her. These days, I spent most of my time in my room on my computer or out with friends. I wasn't really looking for a relationship but was open if one came knocking. It felt so long since I had been browsing Facebook and saw the ad for some lame dating site. Why not? I though to myself; It should be fun for a bit, making a profile and checking out all the creepy guys. May even be an ego boost if I get some messages. I have to say, it was fun for about, 10 minutes. Then I was over it. It was only last night that I got that message from him. What it said was unimportant, since I'd gotten a couple of messages from other men. All of them being either creepy or old enough to be my dad. The important thing was that I could chat with him for free today! Well now, things are getting interesting aren't they? Hi, I just got your message. How are you? I had never been the shy type and figured if nothing came out of it, it would be interesting to talk to someone other than my dog for a while. I was surprised when we were able to talk so freely. If you like, you can call me. I would like to hear your voice and it would be much easier than typing. 949.332.1450. I read those words and instantly my mind went blank. Was my fun little passing of time turning into something else? Did I actually like this guy I just met online? I did...so I dialed. One ring, two rings, then three. At the sixth ring, I got the message. Typical jerk just wanting to lead girls on. He was probably sitting there looking at my number on his phone and laughing. The more rings that I endured coincided with how desperate I was. Um...why didn't you answer? I typed. I just called you and it just rang? I knew I probably shouldn't even give him that much but I couldn't help it. He seemed so genuine and sweet.
Shocked out of my thoughts by screeching of car tires, I look up and see a gorgeous car peel into a parking spot. Gorgeous, but much too flashy for me. The guy driving it looked like a typical tool that would be driving a car like that too. That's probably Phil! I thought, laughing to myself. That would be my luck. Thinking I've met an awesome guy but he just turns out to be a tool.
"Hi, Lauren? It's nice to finally meet you."
Fuck, it's really him! What do I do?! Hug him maybe?
"It's great to meet you too," I whisper as I wrap my arms around him trying to be as
un-awkward as I can manage.
Holding on for longer than is socially acceptable, I breathe deeply into his neck. I have no idea what it is but he smells amazing. Quickly, I remember I had just gotten off working 6 hours. I probably smell horrible and pull back.
"Well, want to grab something to drink?" His voice was sexy yet playful, all I could do was nod and tell him I would like a black tea.
"So tell me more about your tech company" I say as we sit down with our teas. I had known the basics of things but panicking since this was the first real date I'd ever been on, that's all I could think of to ask. Honestly, I couldn't focus on what he was even saying. I kept thinking there was no way this confident man could be the shy guy who had so nervously asked me to coffee via voicemail just last night. "Hi uh...so I uh...had a really good time chatting with you. I was wondering if you maybe wanted to grab coffee tomorrow? So uh...ya! Give me a call? Ok, bye. By the way, this is Phil. Numbers 949.322.1450. Ok, bye. Take care." It was that uneasiness that made me like him even more last night. Now it seems he's a whole other man. I'm not sure if I like this version of Phil quite yet either. "So, that's how I got into trading. It's actually a great thing. There's lots of potential to make good money," He said with a smile. "So uh...I feel like this is going pretty well. Want to go grab some lunch?" There's the awkward guy I met last night! "I would love to!" I exclaimed. For one, I liked the glimpse of the real him and two, I'd been dying to get into that car of his. I'd always had a thing for fast cars, the speed and danger turned me on and made my pussy gush. Here's to hoping he knew how to drive it and not just how to look pretty in it.
"Do you like sushi? I know this great little sushi place. It's the best sushi you'll ever have," he said boldly. "I love sushi! That's a pretty bold statement though. I'll give you this opportunity to calm it down a little bit..." I replied. "Nope, I stick with it. Best. Sushi. Ever." With that, he stepped on the gas and gracefully weaved in and out of the cars that all seemed to be going about 12 miles an hour compared to us. With my pussy already throbbing, I looked over and gave him a smile, letting him know I was ok with his driving. I would have loved to stick a couple of fingers up my dress and drench them in my pussy juice that was already running down my leg so he could taste for himself what a good time I was having but instead settled on being a lady.
"We'll have 3 Sunset on Avery rolls, two crunchy rolls, 2 orders of the salmon sashimi and tuna sashimi, and...a spider roll" he said smiling up at the petite little Asian woman who was our waitress. Wow, he sure knows how to order sushi. I thought to myself. I'm impressed; I wonder what else he does well. I bet he knows a thing or two about rocking a pussy. Hhmm...he's a good looking guy, nice build. I bet his cock matches the rest of him perfectly. Would it be too bold of me to just reach under the table and give it a little squeeze? What's to say a squeeze wouldn't turn into a kiss? Then a lick...A suck...Ok, he's talking. Pay attention.
"So I'm having a really good time. What about you? How about we catch a movie?"
"I would love that, any good ones out?"
Shit! Did we really go through lunch already? Was I able to hold a conversation and actually eat while dreaming about his surely gorgeous cock pumping my eager pussy?