Several years ago, I bought a trial subscription to an adult chat line. You could record phone personals and reply to them. The best feature was a live chatroom where you could send messages to other callers and then, if you were hitting it off, enter a private chat, or better yet, exchange phone numbers and call each other offline.
I was listening to profiles one night, usually hitting the '3' button to skip them, when a soft accented voice caught my attention: "Asian woman, short, curvy, long black hair, dark brown eyes. Just checking to see who's out there."
There was something about her voice. It was sultry, carnal. Her accent sounded Vietnamese. I'd lived in LA long enough to know that Vietnamese women are some of the world's hottest, even compared with other Asians. I had to respond.
"Love your voice. I'm 5'10", 175, athletic, brown hair, green eyes. My name's Kevin. Let's talk."
I sent my message and skipped through a few more profiles, when the chatline told me I had a request for a live connection. It was from her. Eagerly, I pressed the '1' button: Yes.
We didn't have to talk long before we both knew we wanted more of each other. We exchanged personal numbers, got off the chatline, and resumed our conversation.
Her name was Julie. And I was right - she was Vietnamese. We made some small talk, enjoying the banter and play of each other's voices. We agreed to meet the following evening.
We'd decided on neutral ground. We'd meet in the parking lot of a drugstore in her neighborhood, then, if we liked each other, take it from there. Our meeting was set for 8:30 pm. I got there at 8:25 and parked.
A few minutes after 8:30, a grey BMW parked a few spaces away from me. A sexy dark haired Asian woman was in the driver's seat.
I got out of my car and strode over to the BMW. The window slid down.
"Hi," I said. "Are you Julie?"
"I'm Julie," she replied softly.
"I'm Kevin," I said.
"I thought so," she purred.
Our eyes drank each other in. Hers were large and dark, with just a hint of almond shape. Her mouth was full, with thick, luscious red lips. Long black hair tumbled to her shoulders where it curled inches above her breasts. I kept my eyes locked with hers. She took in my athletic body with her eyes. Even though she was seated in her car, I could tell she had a nice body.
"Let's go somewhere together," I said.
"Yes," she said. "Let's do that."
She got in my car and we drove to a restaurant I knew of nearby, an upscale seafood place. When we entered the restaurant and got our table, I had an opportunity to get a more complete look at her.
She was short, 5'1" or so, and wore a sexy green top that just hinted at the huge, full breasts underneath. Her small curvy ass was beautifully outlined by her tight black skirt. Her stomach was completely flat. Amazingly, all of her curves were in exactly the right places, and there were no curves in the wrong places. Her look was made complete by a pair of black slingbacks, that gave a taut, sexy smoothness to her gorgeous legs.
The restaurant had an outdoor terrace that was like a little oasis of calm in the city, and we settled in to the soft ambiance of lanterns and candlelight. We enjoyed wine, dinner, and more of our playful banter. Her low voice was girlish one moment, wanton the next, and just listening to it gave me half an erection.
After dinner, we kept talking while we finished our wine. The soft light and cool night air worked on our senses as we gazed into each other's eyes. Under the table, she started stroking my thigh. My eyes never left hers.