* True story, but names and places changed to protect the identities of the individuals concerned.
We had been emailing each for a week and a half.
We met at the Space Needle. It was dusk.
"Are you Chantal?" I asked her.
"Yes," and "and you are H____" she replied.
There was a pause, a shy smile and a handshake.
"I'm new to this," she said. "Let's walk for a bit and find a bar."
We turned toward downtown, keeping up a fast pace. She was athletic, 5'7" and had a curvy brown body. Her breasts were were barely restrained beneath her coat. Her skirt hinted at a well rounded bottom. Her high boots accentuated her shapeliness and added to her height. She'd obviously just stepped out of an office, and looked really smart in her business outfit.
"Where are you from originally?" I asked, to start the conversation.
"Louisiana. you?"
"England."
She raised her eyebrow and smirked.
We walked, talked and went to a bar.
...
Normally, I don't drink. Bars are unfamiliar territory. This place was upscale - dark, full of business people flirting and had lush furnishings. We sat opposite each other on high barstools, a candle on the table.
She smiled. Her teeth glowed white in the dark.
"So is True Blood a documentary?" I quipped.
"Only if Austin Powers is a real person," she retorted.
I looked at the drinks menu, and picked something that was citrus and alcoholic. I hoped it did not too look out of place.
We drank, and talked, and smiled.
...
At another bar, later, I was a bit lightheaded. So was she.
"And what do you like to do, with a woman like me?" Chantal asked.
"I like to make a woman come," and touching her hand as I said, "and I like to make a touch sensuous and exciting."
"Do you like to kiss?"
"Yes," I replied as my hand moved up to massage her neck. Our eyes were locked on each other.
She moved close to my ear, and I could feel her soft skin and hair close to my neck. "When you touch me like that, I can feel it in my pussy," she whispered.
