The rain had stopped shortly before five o'clock and the sidewalks were still wet. Rays of sunlight slanted down through the broken cloud cover, illuminating the gold, red and yellow leaves of the senescing trees. I had just left the client's office, politely refusing their suggestions to go for beer. On any other given visit I would have gladly taken them up on the offer. But this time... this time I was meeting a friend.
I barely knew her. We met online, talked via instant messenger and email for over a month. Like me she was married, bored, looking for a little spark. I had only seen one picture of her, hastily taken with her mobile phone, laying back on a bed with long dark hair cascading around her face. Something about her look made me crave meeting her in reality. Our conversations had ventured from the mundane to the erotic, teasing and taunting each other with hints of salacious encounters.
I sat at the bar, slowly sipping my martini while waiting for the message to come through, my blackberry laying on the smooth black counter. Any moment now the red light would start blinking, indicating a new message. Modern life – we sit and drink and wait for red lights to blink. Another sip. A moment hung in suspension. Then a red flash caught my eye. My stomach jumped as I picked up the unit and pressed the button. "I'm here" is all the message said. I turned around on the bar stool and there she was, long brown hair like in the picture, a short red dress and black pumps. "Sexy as hell," I thought to myself.
She smiled apprehensively as she walked over. "Are you Ian?" she asked.
"Yeah, hey, hi Marylin," I awkwardly replied. All our online dialogs could not have prepared me for this moment, finally meeting her in the flesh. We were to meet for dinner and see if the chemistry was there for more than just food. She wouldn't have long, having driven an hour to be here and needing to get back before suspicions could set in. "Are you hungry?" I queried.
"Uh, yeah."
"Excellent, let's go eat," I said, still willing my nerves to calm down. I could feel my cock swelling, wanting to skip dinner and explore the flavors of her body. I picked up my cocktail and we headed to the restaurant.
Suddenly she stopped and looked at me. "I don't have much time," she said.
"I know. You still want to eat?"
"Something quick sounds good," she replied.
"Tell you what, let's get drinks and an appetizer back at the bar."
We went back and sat at a small table toward the back of the room, ordered some wine, cheese, a hummus and pita plate and started talking. "I like your dress," I said, "my favorite color. I thought you didn't wear red."
"I changed my mind," she grinned. "You convinced me to try it."
"Hmmm, it's sexy as hell, you know."
"Thank you."
