With trembling fingers, John Dunn opened the app and started typing out a message. "Hey, so I got some interesting (hopefully good) news. I'm going to be in your neck of the woods next month. Would you maybe like to meet?"
He held his breath then hit send, exhaling as a wave of anxiety washed over him. Here he was, a married man, reaching out to his Twitter crush. John barely knew anything real about her - just the tidbits she was willing to share online - and wasn't even sure she had been truthful about the region of the world in which she lived. In his mind, he thought of her as "Tequila" because she'd shared that it was her drink of choice. When happenstance meant his work conference was to be near where he thought - hoped - she lived, he nervously decided to shoot his shot.
Waiting for her to respond was agonizing. Every few minutes, John checked his DM's, sure there would be a polite note telling him thanks, but no thanks. From what he'd seen online, she was far too kind to crush him, but she was someone who protected her privacy. People like that were cautious. They didn't just meet with another social media pseudonym.
John decided to distract himself with work, digging into a problem that had been vexing his team. He was just starting to wrap his arms around the issue when his phone beeped, causing him to jump in surprise. It was her.
"That is interesting. Where exactly are you going to be?" Tequila replied.
She hadn't said no yet, so maybe he still had a chance. Quickly, John answered back with the name of the resort hosting his conference. He couldn't breath as he watched the dots dance waiting for her response.
"About 30 minutes from me," her message read.
John tried to read between the lines. Was that a good thing? Too far? He would have killed for an emoji at the end of that brief sentence to clue him in on what she was thinking. He sat there, staring at his screen, hoping that the dots would appear again, but everything was quiet on her end. Finally, he couldn't take it any more.
"If it's too far, I understand," he tapped out on his screen. "But, if you'd be willing to make the trip, I'd love to buy you dinner."
"Just dinner? ;(" Tequila teased.
"Dinner, drinks, and *dessert*," he replied. Then, unsure of how she'd take it, John quickly added, "If you want, of course. No expectations on my part."
"Gotcha, sweetie. Sounds like fun!" she answered, making his heart soar.
"Two requests," she continued. "One, keep your wedding ring on. Two, wear the leopard thong from the pic you posted."
"You drive a hard bargain," he cheekily replied, "but I agree to your demands."
Over the next three weeks, John and Tequila confirmed their plans. He was scheduled to arrive on Sunday the 6th, but travel being what it is, they decided their dinner would take place the next night just in case something went wrong. She would leave straight from work on Monday to meet him and had arranged to go in late Tuesday morning, hoping that she'd need some time to recover from a late night. As their plans came together, John booked a reservation for two at the best restaurant at the resort, asking for a private corner booth if at all possible.
In the lead up to the trip, John studied Tequila's pictures online. He was confused about his infatuation. Sure, she was sexy and had curves for days - definitely his type - but he hadn't seen a pixel of her face. He was certain she was just as beautiful above the neck, but as someone who told everyone in his life that he was more attracted to a pretty face than any other physical feature, it was out of character. Nevertheless, he found himself stroking to her photos multiple times a day as his travel approached.
Tequila - who was really named Josie - was nervous as well. The stranger in her DMs had been nothing but nice in their conversations, but she was still going to a somewhat remote resort to meet a man she knew little about. She entertained herself by thinking of all the harmless ways he could disappoint her and resolved to stop watching true crime stories until after they'd met.
Josie confided in her sister what she had planned and asked her to be her wing-woman if John turned out to be an unattractive, smelly man with a tiny dick. The two of them shared a bottle of wine one night, laughing about all the funny - but not dark - ways this meetup could go wrong.
When John finally arrived at the resort, he was glad they'd planned on meeting the next night. He'd gotten in 2 hours late and felt grimey from the flight. He sent Tequila a quick DM to let her know he'd reached his destination and couldn't wait to meet her. He tried not to get his hopes up too much, fully expecting her to bail at the last minute.
The message he got back gave him hope: "Glad you made it safely. I'm looking forward to tomorrow night. And dinner should be good, too." She finished the message with a smiling devil emoji, making it very clear to John what her message meant.
When she received John's message, things got very real for Josie. She hadn't given much thought to her look for Monday night, but now that he was in town and ready, it was time to get serious. As she painted her nails - matching red on her fingers and toes - Josie contemplated what she could wear to work that wouldn't arouse the suspicion (and motherly advice) of her co-workers that would still be cute enough for a date. She finally settled on a pair of jeans that perfectly hugged her curves and a black sweater that showed a fair amount of cleavage, but not too much that it wasn't work appropriate. Feeling a little naughty, Josie decided to wear faux stockings and a matching leopard print thong and bra set under her clothes as a treat for John - if he earned it.
She woke up a few minutes early on Monday morning, making sure she had enough time to shave her legs and pussy. She was a ball of nerves and excitement, already getting wet with anticipation. Josie decided to wear a different pair of panties during the day and change into the dry thong before her date. With a skip in her step and butterflies in her stomach, she grabbed a few essentials, popped them into her purse, and headed to work.
John was just as nervous, but had more to distract him during the day. The conference was busy and emphasized networking. It felt to him like he'd met 500 people throughout the course of the day. He turned down a few dinner invites, saying he already had plans. He'd prepared additional lies, but nobody pressed the issue.
Josie's day crept by slowly. She tried to focus on her work, but her mind kept anxiously wandering back towards her date. She couldn't quite put her finger on why, but she hadn't been excited like this in a long time. Eventually, she gave up trying to figure it out and just decided whatever the reason, she liked how it felt.
At 5:00 on the dot, she shut down her computer, grabbed her purse, snuck off to the bathroom to change out of her soaked utility panties and into her sassy leopard thong, and hurried to her car. She plugged the address into her GPS then took a deep, calming breath before backing out of her spot and following the disembodied voice's directions to the resort.
John had already excused himself from the bustling crowd before Tequila packed up at work. He went to his room to change out of his boring conference wear - khakis and a company logo golf shirt - into a date-appropriate outfit of dressy jeans, a salmon v-neck, and a light blue blazer. He smiled and felt his nerves grow when he pulled his leopard thong - as she had requested - out of the side pocket of his suitcase. His hard cock was difficult to pack away in the pouch, but with some effort he was able to make it happen.
At 5:20, John headed downstairs. He'd told Tequila what he was going to wear so she'd be able to spot him in the bar before their dinner reservation. He found a seat facing the door, ordered a beer, and waited for her to appear.
