I sat waiting for you in a courtesy chair in the middle of the shopping center. You said you would text me when you arrived and tell me where to meet you.
I checked my phone regularly for a message. I also used the camera to check that I looked ok. I wanted to look good for you. My make up was nice, not too thick or over the top for a afternoon meeting in a shopping center. I wore blue skinny jeans and a black scoop neck top. I chose the outfit after careful consideration because as we sit for coffee it would give you a good view of my tits. The tight jeans would show you my ass if I walked in front of you.
I got a text. I opened it excited. "I'm here! Where are you?"
I looked up to see where I was. I saw you walking towards me. You were just like your picture, handsome to my eyes showing a strength and confidence in the way you walked. Suddenly shy, I put my head down as if I was reading the text for the first time. I didn't know what to do or say.
Suddenly I heard your voice in my ear. I have no idea what you said but I jumped. I stood up and looked at you, flustered and shaky.
"I saw a cafe as I walked in, do you want to go there and have a coffee?"
"Sure." I said grateful for a distraction and time to calm down.
We walked to the cafe. I was unsure of what to say. I'm certain I babbled some incoherent things. But you were polite, gentlemanly and didn't say anything about it.
At the cafe you asked me what i wanted to drink. You ordered our coffees, paid and told me to pick a seat.
The cafe was pretty crowded but there was a table for two. Not as private as I'd liked but it would do.
You came and sat with me but almost immediately pulled your phone out. You apologized saying you had to send a couple of messages. At first I was a bit annoyed but it gave me a chance to relax a bit while we waited for our drinks.
I checked my clothes again, making sure I looked ok. When you looked up at me I giggled nervously. I hated that my nerves showed. But I couldn't help it. I found myself very attracted to the older man sitting across from me. The thought of the promised sexual encounter added to my nervousness.
Our coffees came and we started chatting about mundane stuff, I have no idea what we were talked about, but the conversation awkwardly flowed. I wondered what it would be like being with you. Would you be too rough or not rough enough? Did you like what you were seeing? Would I satisfy you?
You put your hand next to mine and your little finger started to caress mine. I noticed your hands were surprising soft. "So I've been thinking about those pictures you've been sending me," you said. I blushed and giggled.
I pulled my hand away. "Don't talk about them!" I looked around to see if anyone had heard. I didn't think anyone had.
"Why be like that? You sent them and I like them. Be proud of them." You pulled your phone out again. "Here I'll show you them."
"Oh God! Don't do that!"
"Alright," you laughed at me.