I have been asking you to meet me for weeks, months it feels like. Always thinking about it doesn't help in the least. I think about times we've met when I've been at work, when I've been with other guys, and especially when I've been alone in bed. That is my favorite one. I can remember what you've said, what you have done and I can even imagine what I want to happen when I am alone in bed thinking of you. When I got your email...on one hand it was very vague and on the other I knew exactly what it meant.
January 16th 10PM gas station on Michigan Ave I will be on break so don't be late I'll only have a limited time.
Other plans or not, at 10pm on that day I knew where I would be. The time didn't matter to me. I'd meet you anytime of day for however long you needed. All week I could think of nothing else. My body shook and my nipples got hard when I thought of all the things that would happen that night.
I left work early to get changed into a sexy bra and undies set and then be on the road, halfway hoping that if I got there early, you would be waiting and we would have a few extra minutes. I get a call at 930. You say you will be there at 955 and you'll get in my car, it'll be less noticeable than the squad car.