This was it.
Months of online correspondence, flirting, teasing, and planning, and it had brought me all to this moment. Standing in the mirror, I inspected myself. I'd chosen a dress that was tight, accentuating my curvy form and showing off every inch of my plump figure. For some reason, I didn't feel the need to hide with him. I didn't feel like I had to be embarrassed about the jiggle in my thighs, the swell of my stomach just beneath the fabric of the dress. He'd seen it all in pictures already...and he still thought me beautiful.
The dress is blood red, sitting just at the top of my knees. Simple, but flirty in the way it wrapped around, hugging my breasts in tight to draw the perfect line of cleavage down the center of my chest. I wore fishnets that night, tightly knit so that they looked more like tights than fishnets unless one were up close and personal. Which...if all went as planned, he would be. To compliment them, I wore a pair of black stilettos that extended my legs, elongating them and popping my ass up even more than it normally was. I did a spin in the mirror and looked at myself. I looked like just the right balance of slutty and sexy, and it's exactly what I wanted to look like. My makeup was done pristinely, my eyes lined and lashes curled, deep red lipstick on my lips. My hair was curled, soft waves framing the side of my face, bouncing with every step I took.
Was I ready for this? In my gut, I had thought I was up for anything. Talking to him made me feel powerful, like I could do whatever I put my mind up to. He made me feel beautiful, sexy, and desirable in every way. He was twice my age, but age gaps never bothered me. In fact, for the last few years of my life, I hadn't dated anyone who wasn't at least 10 years older than I was. Older men were the only type that I seemed attracted to anymore. And fuck, was he the perfect example. He was tall, fit, confident, and unbelievable sexy. I'd only seen pictures up to this point, but every time I looked at him, all I could think was how much I wanted to touch him. And tonight, I would get to.
I checked my phone. It was 7:30. I was to meet him at the hotel bar at 8 to have cocktails and chat, to really meet. The hotel he'd chosen to stay at was across town, and on a Saturday night it would take me at least 20 minutes to get there...and I didn't want to be late. I had to make the best first impression that I could. So, after one more inspection in the mirror, I walked out to get my keys and my clutch, and head out to my car to drive across town to meet this stranger for the first time.
The drive across town felt like it took a lifetime. The radio was on the entire time, but I couldn't recall a single song that played. All I could hear was my blood pounding through my veins as my heart raced with anticipation. I wondered what he'd smell like. Whether his hands would be soft, or rough. I thought about his voice, and how i'd react to hearing it in person for the first time. But the thing I wondered the most was how i'd react to him sexually. This man had a hold on me already, and could soak me with just his words. How in the hell would I react to seeing him, being near him, being in his presence?
I felt my thighs clench as that question replayed over and over in my head. I pulled into the hotel parking lot, put my car in park, turned the ignition off, and sat in the front seat for a moment. Was I crazy? He was a popular man, with a large online presence and a huge following. How did he even take notice of me? Did he feel this way too? Were his hands shaking at the thought of me? Did his heart race like mine did? I just didn't know. I was afraid. ...But I couldn't resist this. I couldn't resist the chemistry that I felt like we shared. I would risk the potential heartbreak, the possibility of me looking like a fool if it meant I had a chance.
I opened the door and got out of the car. The evening air was cool as it hit my skin, and I felt everything tighten as the door to the hotel came into view. I started walking, my feet carrying me seemingly of their own accord as my heart continued to race in my chest. My knees felt like jello and I was afraid they'd give out at any moment. I walked into the front door and headed for the bar. Luckily, it was fairly empty, so I took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. And I sipped. And I sat and watched every face that passed by the entrance to the bar. I tried to get interested in the football game that was on the television. And I sipped again.
"You waitin' on someone?" the bartender asked me, a friendly smile on his face.
I smiled back. "How could you tell?"
"Other than the fact that the bounce in your leg's got the whole bar shakin'?"
I looked down to where my leg bounced up and down, and immediately stilled.
He laughed. "Don't worry. Whoever it is is gonna be real happy to see you. You look amazin'."
I smiled at him again, cradling my drink in both hands. "Thanks. I'm a little nervous."
"Let me guess. First time seein' him? Blind date?"
"Yes on the first, no on the second. We...met online."
He nodded, scrubbing out a glass. "Ah, very cool. Lots of folks are meeting that way nowadays."
"Mmhm. I've never done anything like this before. Meeting at a bar isn't really my scene."
"Well, like I said...he's a lucky dude. Pretty girl like you, all dolled up and nervous to meet him? I bet he's just as nervous."
"He is."
I turned then, hearing a different voice from the doorway. A familiar voice. And he was there, standing lazily in the doorway, leaning against the frame with one leg crossed over the other. He wore a pair of charcoal slacks that hugged him perfectly, hanging on his hips and held up with a black belt. He wore a black button down, with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, unbuttoned two buttons down from the top. On his wrist was an expensive looking silver watch. His face was friendly and confident, with a well kept, shortly trimmed salt and pepper beard. HIs lips were thin, but they looked tantalizing nonetheless. And his eyes, intensely gazing at me from that doorway, were deep and brown and hazel all at once.
Fuck. I was in trouble.
He started walking over towards the bar, and I got up off my bar stool and to greet him. He slipped his hands around my waist and tugged me in for a hug, and my arms found their way around his neck without me even knowing what was happening yet. He smelled so good. Masculine and earthy. He held me tightly, and I felt almost all of my nerves easing with just his touch. He held me for a long time, not a quick hug and release like most people did. Long enough for me to sink into him, and feel enveloped in his presence.
He tugged back after a moment, holding me at arm's length with his hands on my shoulders.
"It's nice to finally meet you."
I bit my lip, and found it hard to hold his gaze for more than a moment or two.
"And he was right...you look incredible."
I looked back over and smiled, gazing into his deep, intense gaze. "Is it true, what you said?"