It was finally going to happen, after weeks of email chatter, texting, failed attempts and doubt, they finally were going to meet. The location, a little coffee shop in south Markham, the time, one in the afternoon, the plan, chat and see what happens next.
The challenge... well for him, if he was attracted to her, trying to talk to her intelligently without thinking about sex. Without allowing the tension to overtake his mind, without thinking about what she would smell like, how soft her skin would be, how she would taste and how she would move under his touch. He enjoyed challenges but this was going to be tough, after all he had a great poker face but a certain part of his anatomy would willingly give him away and show his hand and intention. No doubt she knew this, knew what he would want, knew that if she wanted him she could have him.
Her challenge was not all that different, would he be the one, she enjoyed his stories and allowed herself to indulge to the point where her panties were wet, her clit swollen, her mind racing, but would she be attracted to him? Hers was a different challenge, if attracted she would try to real him in, to captivate him and make him want her. She would toss her strawberry blond hair, show him her neck, laugh at his jokes, touch his hand or arm and more than anything watch him. Study him, look for a reaction, something that said he wanted her, he was interested... she was thinking that it may be fun to see if she could make him show how attracted he was to her.
He got there early, grabbed the table in the back and sat in one of the low leather chairs, really they were not all that comfortable but did offer him great sight lines of the place and away from the insanely bright sun streaming through all the windows. She would be arriving in 10 minutes, she told to get the spot in the back, so there he waited, anticipating, nervous excitement rolling through him as he sipped his way too hot Americano.
She had arrived 20 minutes earlier, ahead of him, ordered her Americano and sat along at at a table along the windows. A laptop open on her table, a basic disguise permitting her anonymity, an out, a way to look and decide if he was physically attractive to her. Cause in fact their playful banter on email had already lit the spark in her.
She had watched him walk in, he scanned the place, his eyes stopped on her momentarily, if there was any chance of recognition, he showed none, he ordered two Americanos in mugs and carried them over to the table where he sat now. His hair was short, goatee with some gray, green eyes squinting when he scanned across the window section. He wore a red down vest, green plaid shirt underneath, blue jeans and hiking shoes finished the look. If he hadn't been on his way to his cottage he wood have looked like a lumberjack at a fashion show. He appeared confident, sitting there on a too short leather chair drinking a crazy hot Americano and waiting for a mystery woman who he would need to trust as much as his closest friend if not more so. She thought she should go over and talk to him, say hi, maybe even pretend to be just a curious woman, heck she should go over there and at least get her coffee. But then as she thought this he reached into his pocket pulling out his blackberry.
He typed and then placed it on the table in front of his as he took a sip of his coffee. She continued to watch him as her iphone vibrated.
"I'm here now, your bean's getting cold" She smiled, amused by his expression, "well you are going to have to try to keep it warm for me till I get there."
"How long?" he typed.
This was fun, she could see him typing and in seconds saw the results. all the while people moved, music played, discussions were had, coffees were ordered and the capachino machine steamed on. She just had to make sure she didn't give her position away.
"At least 15, stuck in traffic, meeting ran late." Huh... he actually looked disappointed as he scratched the side of his head and took a long sip of coffee glancing at his watch.
He knew he had to get the moving van back to Hertz or suffer the second day fee. The van which currently carried an oversized chair, ottoman, two bedside tables, blankets and two area rugs which he had loaded in this morning.
"What are you wearing so I will at least recognize you?" he typed.
"White tank top, jeans, commando."
That one made him smile, wrinkles on his face, another sip of coffee, he typed back, shifting slightly in his seat.
"That made it move" was the message on her iphone.
Her eyes widened, she tried to see in the shadows, did it really or was he just having her on...
"Seriously?" she asked, her gaze locked on him at the table.
"Yup."
She felt her face flushing, she shifted in her seat, things were tingling, her legs crossed gently squeezing together. Taking a sip of her Americano she typed, "What if I don't believe you?" she typed.
It moved again, this time growing making him shift in his seat. "You don't believe that you turn me on?" Hitting send he shifted on his seat, he really was getting hard, his mind was racing thinking about her pussy, why did she have to tell him she was commando? Now his focus had changed to wondering how she tasted, smelled, how she would move under him, how she would respond to he touch, his warm breath on her skin. His phone signaled a message breaking the trance.
"You have told me in the past that it moved and grew but I have seen no evidence."
Huh, he thought, was this a dare, a test, okay he thought let's play. And with that he rose from his seat leaving the table and the two coffees at the table and disappeared to the rear of the store down a corridor.
Where the hell was he going she thought? He just left the two coffees sitting there, he was going to loose their table for fuck's sake!
And then he was back and typing on his blackberry a smile on his face.
The message arrived with a single word "proof" a minimized pic on the display.
She clicked on it, at first she wasn't sure what she was looking at, then she realized it was the front zipper of his jeans, with what appeared to the a bulge, his jeans being forcing away from his body.