I stood outside staring up at the sign, some random diner chosen between point A and point B. I felt so nervous. "Just Breathe" I whispered to myself before reaching for the handle to walk in. The smell of brewing coffee filled my nostrils as I entered.
This place was quaint with a little bustle but not overly crowded. I was a half hour early, making sure I had enough time to survey the place and decide where I should wait for him. I asked for a back booth tucked away in its own little corner sanctuary.
The server asked for my drink order. "Coffee please, and a water."
She left menus on the table as she walked off. When she returned, I put my straw in my water glass and nervously twirled its wrapper around my index finger.
I settled in and pulled out my phone.
I typed him a message, "When you get here, I'm in the back booth to the right."
I slightly hesitated as I pressed 'send', a reflex nagged by my nervousness. We had been messaging for some time, becoming intimate through sharing ourselves with each other. Details about our lives, sharing erotic fantasies, and sexting all the things we wanted to do to each other.
So why was I so nervous? I thought as I recalled all the long chats. The comfort that had been built in this time we've shared should make me at ease, as if I'm just meeting an old friend.
Truth be told, I had come to crave this man. The curiosity of meeting him had been building for some time after learning when I'd be in his area. I made sure to wear the description I had given him, as if he wouldn't recognize me from my photo anyway. Snug faded blue college t-shirt which made my eyes appear grey, long grey and blue striped skirt with slits up both sides to the knee, and my Chucks. I felt comfortable, not sexy, although I assumed, he would disagree.
I see my inbox bubble light up... "Ok, I'm almost there." My body felt a jolt of exhilaration, an excited anxiousness I knew would take me over as this day drew closer.
When he arrived, he surveyed the area in search of her. She couldn't wait for him to find her, so she got up to go greet him.
"Mark?" Her smile is infectious, "I'm Charlotte."
They drew near going in for an embrace, a handshake was too formal for them at this point. When they broke, she turned to lead him back to their booth. As she walked in front of him, he watched her ass sway, as was her intention. His desire at an all time peak, thinking about the 'surprise' she said she had planned for him in a previous message when they discussed this day coming to fruition. His anticipation was sweet torture.
She sat back down in her seat and motioned for him to take the seat a crossed from her at the table. They both knew this seating arrangement would not keep but was appropriate for now until the nervousness passed. Getting comfortable was necessary for this beginning part.
They stared at each other chatting nervously, occasionally looking away around the room. As the smiles and laughter took their rightful place, the comfort set in. She felt it was time to reveal her surprise she had planned.
As I watched this woman sit a crossed from me, looking into her eyes, we settled into a familiar feeling of comfort. I had been yearning for her as my feelings built over the course of our online relationship flourishing. She smiled a sly little smirk and reached into her bag. As she rummaged around, I took in her form. Her breasts full and perky in her snug fitting t shirt, her hair resting on her shoulders. I watched her lips as she spoke, pausing in her search talking with her hands. I adored this creature; I couldn't stop smiling watching her try to seem at ease in our situation.
She finds what she was searching for and draws it from the abyss of her chaotic hobo bag. A small remote control, about the size of a key fob with four buttons. Pressed on the top, a tiny green bow. She sits it on the table in front of her and playfully slides it across so it's sitting in front me.
I asked, "What do we have here?" through my smile.
