I had been chatting with Sara for several months now. We had never met and neither, I thought, were we never going to meet. Some of the chats were racy, very exciting and always arousing. She is an incredibly beautiful, sexy woman ... and she knows it. It was totally by surprise that she asked one day about hobbies I had. It wasn't long before we got onto the topic of photography and film. I do take static photographs of landscapes and buildings. I travel extensively with my job. Not as glamorous as it sounds. Yet I always take pictures of landmark buildings. Why? I have no idea. Who am I going to show them to? ...Me?
I shared a few pictures and it was nice to hear positive feedback from her. What came next, I never anticipated. "How would you like to film me shagging another guy?"
Didn't see that coming. I know she likes to act the prick-tease. She had shared videos and she was so seductive. I knew she was out of my league.
"Are you serious?" I asked. Instantly regretting the insecure nature of the question.
"Yes" she replies. Clearly and assertively.
"Well if you're up for it so am I"
"I'd like us all to meet first, to set the scene"
I agreed it was a good approach.
The day arrived. I was nervous, I don't mind admitting. I was finally going to meet my Sara. I was as excited as I was nervous. Why nervous ... Who knows!! I caught the bus from near where I live and made my way to the rendezvous at a gastropub in the nearby town. I got off at the bus and went into the bar. To settle my nerves, I had a pint before meeting. Meeting? I still had no idea what she looked like, although she had my spare phone number. She would contact me inside the venue. She might tease me and be in there. Sending me messages to excite me. Tempt me. Deny me.
I sat on one of the tables to the right and took out my two phones. The one I use for business and the one for very private chats. I could see the door and observe people entering. The place was half empty. An appropriate comment on my sex life. I had three emails to respond to. Two I would deal with when I got home. One was asking for advice and a ball-park quote for some writing. As I replied, I saw a man enter the bar. Then another. They knew each other. Then another entered, headed towards a table near the front of the bar and sat down. He seemed a little edgy and looked out of the window in a very obvious way. He looked around the bar and before he saw me observing, my eyes hurriedly returned to my screen.
I drank my pint, steady away and sent the reply to the client. I didn't realise it, but I had finished the pint. I checked my watch. She was late. I expected nothing less. It is a lady's prerogative. I left my jacket on the chair and made my way to the bar and ordered a second pint. The bar was getting busier now. It was a popular place. As I returned to the table, I noticed that the window watcher had been joined by a lady. Medium height with shoulder length dark brown hair. She was wearing a coat but my eyes were drawn to her calf and ankles. They reflected back. Her court shoes were black, patent, elegant and with a heel that sculpted her calf most exquisitely.
She turned and looked in my direction. We both knew.
"Hi Steve"
OMG!! That voice. So subtle, sultry, sexy, measured but above all mesmerising.
"Sara. You look nice". Is that it? ... you look nice ... was that the best I could come up with? Well done Steve! She's already melting at your words!!! Not.
She smiled as she looked away. We both knew it was nerves.
The window watcher, probably feeling a little left out and not to be outdone, pipes up
"Here Sara. Let me take your coat"
He walked around the table to be behind her. She put her bag down on the table as she divested herself of her coat.
What a sight. She was wearing her red dress which fitted where it touched. Her gorgeous breasts, her exquisite hips and those amazing legs. I tried not to stare like a stupid schoolboy, but I was spellbound.
"Karl, this Steve. Steve, this is Karl. I have spoken about you both but never together." Her impish smile said all that needed to be said.
"Nice to meet you Karl " I offered my hand and received a limp handshake in return.
I turned to Sara. " And it's lovely to finally meet yourself" and we both offered kisses to each other's cheeks.
"Where are you sitting?" she asked. "Come join us"
"Just over there" I pointed, and with that I went to retrieve my coat.
When I got back to her table, she was seated. Karl was at the bar, buying a drink for Sara and himself.
"Karl didn't know about you until a few moments ago. I wanted to surprise him." That voice again. I was putty in her hands. I tried to show some semblance of control.
"Good job I already had a beer. Is he going to be alright?" I asked.
She looked into my eyes smiling and uttered, "Darling, he'll just have to be". I've heard a voice similar before.
Karl came back with a glass of red for Sara and what looked like a sparkling mineral water for himself. Maybe he was driving. Maybe he was trying to make a point to me. He wasn't endearing himself to me. He tried to monopolise the conversation between Sara and himself. I just went along with it. From the sounds of things, he had a Porsche dealership nearby. Although I got the feeling he was slightly exaggerating.
We chatted for about 30 minutes. I even contributed, when allowed.
Karl announced he needed to pay a call. Sara turned to me when he was out of sight and put her hand on my knee. I simply covered it with my hand. It seemed so natural an act.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"You look as stunning as I thought you would. Yer man doesn't seem too keen on myself"
"Don't worry about him. He doesn't share very well" she smiled as she looked down to her drink.
"How will he cope with me filming you both?" I asked genuinely.
