Tom was sitting at his computer, just staring at the screen. He had been asked to write a couple different stories, but simply did not feel up to the task that day. Instead, he opened up his browser and directed it to his safe haven, Literotica. Motivation always seemed to be close by when he visited this site. Not only could he publish his work, but he loved meeting the women who liked his work.
A few clicks later he found himself in a thread with pictures that really caught his eye. Simple, yet absolutely sexy was all he could think.
"I'd like to do more than meet this one," he said.
He decided to go for it and clicked over to send her a private message.
He wrote, "Your pictures are amazing. You couldn't be any more sexy! Would you mind if I used you as an inspiration for a story?"
Luck was with him that day as she was online and quick to respond.
She replied, "That would be great. The catch is that you have to make sure I get to read it."
Tom always let his subjects read the stories, so this was an easy thing to accommodate.
"That I would be glad to do. Can you tell me a little about yourself?" he wrote back.
"Sure, you can call me Eve," she wrote and proceeded to tell him about herself. "Your profile says you are from the mid-west. What part?"
Tom decided to oblige her with this information and wrote, "I'm in the St. Louis area. How about you?"
Her reply was quick, "I live in St. Louis, too."
Tom leaned back in his chair, hardly believing his luck. Surely this was too good to be true.
"Alright, meet me at the Arch at 7 tonight then," he wrote, knowing he was really putting himself out there for trouble.
"You're on" is all she wrote back. She logged off moments later and Tom was left stunned. Would Eve actually be some big guy looking to use him as his fuck toy? Could his luck actually be good enough that the girl in those pictures would be waiting for him? Tom was willing to take the risk.
The afternoon seemed to creep by, but the time came soon enough to head downtown for his date with destiny. The huge monument that stood on the riverfront seemed to glow in the lights of the city. Tom found a bench near the north leg of the Arch and waited. He was nervous and excited all at the same time.
Just as his watch showed 7, a figured approached him.
"Tom?" she asked.
"Eve?" he asked in reply.
She smiled and stepped up closer to him. Tom studied her gorgeous face and wondered how he could be so lucky today.
"You want to grab some dinner?" he asked.
"Sure."
"How about the Old Spaghetti Factory?"
"Mmm, one of my favorites," she replied.
They started chatting as they walked off toward the Landing. Luckily the crowd was light that night, so they were able to get a table right away.
"So, are you from here originally?" he asked.
"South City, actually. Used to live down near Tower Grove Park."
"That's cool. I grew up over in Belleville."
"Ooooh... an East Side Boy," she said with a chuckle.
"Don't knock until you've tried it," he said, smiling.
"We'll see," she replied with a coy grin.
Tom couldn't help but smile as the waiter arrived with their food. The chat continued through the meal and over a few drinks.
"So, what do you say we get outta here," suggested Tom after they had finished their last beverage.
Eve smiled and said, "Sure, let's go for a walk then."
They left the restaurant and walked back towards the Arch grounds. The area was extremely dark and void of people as they strolled on to the south.
"So, you liked my pictures?"
"Loved them. I have to admit that #11 was my favorite though."
She just grinned and stopped walking. Tom stopped to and looked at her. She walked about twenty feet away to a tree. There, she bent at the waist and leaned on the tree.
She looked back over her should and asked, "Is that the one where I'm posing like this?"
Tom just smiled and said, "Almost."
"Oh," she said. "Maybe this is a little more like it."
With that, she reached back and slid her pants down to her knees, she wasn't wearing any panties. Her perfect ass and pussy were now in plain view. Pretty much the exact view he had enjoyed in that picture.
"Uh, yeah. That's perfect."
"Well?" she asked.
"You look great," he said, trying to figure out the right answer.
"You're just gonna stand there?"
