It's after 8pm and Jasmine is sitting at a table in the corner of a small coffee shop. She takes sips of her latte slowly as she keeps taking peaks at the front door. She's a little nervous. She's about to meet a stranger. A stranger she'd been chatting with for several weeks. She usually doesn't meet people from online. She stated this on her profile and yet, here she is waiting for Zen. He's the young guy that's been trying to meet her since she accepted his friends request. For weeks, she denied him until one day she gave in and decided to meet him.
"I really hope I'm not making a mistake," she murmurs.
A young guy walks into the shop. He's wearing a white top, khaki pants and sneakers. It's exactly what Zen told her he would wear. He scans the shop with his eyes. She lifts her hand half way and slightly waves at him. He sees her and smiles as he makes his way to the table.
"Hello Jasmine," he greets.
He pulls the chair and sits across from her.
"Hello Zen. It's a pleasure to meet you," she responds smiling.
She must admit, he's a cute guy. He's of average height and slim built. She regrets wearing her four-inch wedges. It's makes her taller than him, but she needs to wear them as her dress is long. She didn't want it to sweep the nasty streets of NYC.
"Wow! I can't believe I finally meet the great writer of those erotic stories on your stream. Damn, you're a beautiful woman," he tells her.
She smiles again. This time her smile is wider.
"Thank you, Zen. You're a cute guy yourself," she admits.
He starts blushing immensely. She starts chuckling.
"You're blushing," she says as she points to his cheeks.
He places his left hand on his cheek as he feels heat emitting from it. This makes him blush more.
"I'm sorry. It's just you're so beautiful. I really luck out. Plus, you don't look like you're in your forties. I thought you were in your late 20's," he tells her.
She giggles.
"Thank you. You're sweet, but late 20's? Really?" she challenges him.
His eyes become wide as he starts stumbling with his words.
"No, I mean- you're so pretty... I, I, I, I'm just nervous," he finally says.
"I understand. I'm a little nervous myself. I usually don't meet people from online, especially from a porn site," she tells him.
"Yeah, I know. It's crazy. I never thought about meeting anyone until I chatted with you. You're not like the other women on there. Looking for money," he says.
"True, but I do look for people to read my stories and comment on them," she tells him.
"Yeah, but your stories are really good. Are you planning to write more?"
"I might write one about my experience with you," she laughs.
He chuckles.
"That would be an amazing story," he tells her.
He clears his throat and stares at her.
"I made reservations at a hotel. I hope you'll like it," he tells her.
"Oh, really? You made reservations. Sounds expensive," she says.
"You're worth it," he tells her.
She starts blushing. Her dark brown skin burns red on her cheeks.
"Heh, I made you blush," he chuckles.
"Yes, you did," she smiles.
They stare at each other. They desire for each other obvious. He stares at her cup. Anything to stop his cock from hardening.
"Would you like another?" he asks as he points at her cup.
"I'm good, thank you. Drinking a latte in the evening is a new one for me," she answers.
He smiles as he stands up.
"I'm going to get myself something. You would like a bottle of water?"
She shakes her head. She stares up at him and gives him a smirk. He nods as he walks away. He rubs his hands on his pants removing the sweat that's building. He's never been so nervous around a woman before. With Jasmine, her aura screams confidence. As he reaches the register, a male cashier smiles brightly.
"Is she yours?" he asks as he stares at Jasmine.
"She's a friend," Zen answers.
He's about to make his order until the cashier says something that annoys Zen.
"She's cute and thick. How old do you think she is? I hope she's older. Older women know how to fuck! It really doesn't matter. I would love to fuck her," the cashier says.
Zen rolls his eyes as he turns and walks away. He heads back to the table. Jasmine stares at him confuse by his quick return.
"You want to get out of here?" he asks.
"Ummm, yeah sure. Is everything alright?"
"People can be jerks sometimes. You know," he answers.
She nods as she stands to her feet. Grabbing her purse, she follows Zen. Before leaving, he goes talk to the manager of the shop. Seconds later, the manager is fussing at the cashier as Zen and Jasmine walks out the place.
"Care to tell me what that was about?" she asks.
He takes her hand in his.
"The cashier was being rude. He was more focus on wanting to fuck you than his job, so I told his manager," he answers.
She doesn't know what to say. It's a rare for a man would fight for her honor. It's crazy, but she wants him more. She squeezes his hand affectionally. He stares at his hand and then at her. He smiles as he lifts her hand to his lips and kisses the back of it.
"Would you like to have dinner?" he asks.
"That sounds wonderful, thank you," she answers.
He already knows which restaurant to take her. It's in the hotel he already reserve a room. As they walk inside the lobby of the luxurious hotel, Jasmine is amaze with the dΓ©cor. She only been to this hotel a couple of times. Seems like Zen wants to make a great impression on her. It's working. As they reach the concierge, he gives the clerk his name. A few minutes later, the clerk passes him the key card.
"Enjoy your evening," the clerk says.
He turns and stares at Jasmine.
"You're ready?"
"Yes, I am," she answers.
Instead of heading to the room, they walk inside the restaurant. There the hostess greets them and takes them to their table. The place is empty. Zen quickly walks around Jasmine and pulls the chair out for her. She smiles as she positions herself in front of the chair. As she starts to sit, Zen pushes the chair forward. Once she's comfortable, he goes sit in the chair next to hers.
"Thank you for being a gentleman. You're a rare gem," she tells him.
"I have to thank my parents for raising me to be a charming gentleman," he says smirking.
She places her left hand on top of his.
"Your parents had done a great job. I must say."
He blushes again. He likes her a lot. Not many women could make him blush like she does. She makes him feel nervous, excited and horny all at the same time. After reading her stories, he wanted her more than he ever wanted a woman before. Her writing has so much passion. His cock gets hard after reading them. Now meeting the author of these amazing stories, he wants to do all the things she wrote minus fucking her with a big cock. He's of average size, but he knows how it use it very well. He hasn't had any complaints yet. He won't have any complaints either! He's going to make sure Jasmine enjoys her time with him.
"You look lost in thought. Is everything alright?" she asks pulling him out of his thoughts.
He blinks and then stares at her.