As I looked in the rear-view mirror to apply lip gloss, my stomach fluttered in anticipation. We had been talking about meeting in person since we met online over a year ago. It had taken this long for it to become a possibility. After I had moved from the city 6 months ago, I never thought it would happen. He was in my area for a business meeting and had asked if I wanted to meet for a late lunch. Initially I had jumped at the idea of getting to finally see the face that so many of my fantasies had been based on, but now my stomach was full of butterflies.
When I entered the nearly empty restaurant, I could see him smiling across the room in a dark corner. I couldn't help but return his grin with one of my own. Walking across the floor towards him, I looked in appreciation at the handsome man I was finally meeting.
He stood from his chair and held his hand out in welcome as I came closer. My small hands were engulfed in his as he pulled me into a close hug. I held on tight as I took in the smell of his cologne. His hands stroked up and down my back and came to rest lightly at the top of my ass. His touch caused a sudden rush of warmth between my thighs as memories of all our sexual teasing came to mind.
I broke the hug before I could make a fool of myself by mauling him in public. My hormones hadn't been kicked into overdrive like this in a long time. I stepped away and sat in my chair as the waitress came over to take our drink order.
After she left our table, I noticed that our two chairs had been moved so close together that our shoulders almost touched. My hands shook nervously as I tried to read the menu and not let him catch me sneaking glances at him out of the corner of my eye.
"See anything that interests you? I can see you watching me."
With a small giggle, I let go of my nervousness and allowed my gaze to meet his straight on and lightly licked my lips. "I don't see anything tall, dark and handsome offered here."
His eyes darkened in response to my innuendo and a light laugh fell from his lips. "Maybe that's on the dessert menu."
After the waitress returned with our drinks and left to turn in our food order, we fell into easy conversation. We talked about work and our lives and past relationships. We made apologies for missed meeting and failed dates. At some time, the waitress had delivered our food but it lay untouched as we talked.
I noticed at some point his hand had come to rest on my leg and was drawing circles around and around on my thigh. With each circle, his fingers dipped further down between my closed thighs.
I shifted in my chair so that my legs fell open to his wondering hands. His dark gaze held mine as he worked up the material of my skirt so that his warm skin lay upon mine. A quick glance around the restaurant showed that we were the only patrons left and the wait staff was busy chatting at the bar on the other side of the room.
He smiled in appreciation when his fingers found wetness without the barrier of panties. As he penetrated the folds of my pussy, I let out a low moan and slipped further down in my chair.
He used his other hand to place mine on top of the hardness inside his pants. His fingers explored the wet warmth between my legs as I gently massaged his hard on.
