My watch seemed to move slower as the minutes dragged on. I had been waiting at the neighborhood pub, tapping my boot on the brass rail and nursing a pint of beer. The bartender had been prodding me for at least a half hour, "So, when do we get to meet this mystery woman from Nashville?"
Her grin gave me a bit of comfort. I had been one of Brittney's customers ever since I came back to the American south, some three months while I reconnected with family and met my nieces and nephews for the first time. "She should be arriving any minute really." I chuckled nervously and took another long drink from the sweating glass in front of me. I was dressed plainly today, boot cut jeans with patches of wear from working outside in the sun and dust. My faded shirt had an old slogan across the front with a portrait of skeletal angels gathering around a signal fire. "Don't bite the hand that feeds"
I wondered if the black combat boots I was wearing would be a bit much. First impressions could make or break a meeting like this and I had done a good job so far. My phone and email accounts were full of flattering messages and freely shared details about my mystery woman's wants and desires. Several times, she had sent me messages and random notes that nearly made me blush while I worked on idle chores through the day. The expectation was high and I had every intent to deliver an unforgettable get away for my Southern Belle.
Glancing around the bar, I noticed there were very few people present on this lazy afternoon. The locals must be picking up on my signal and staying out of the way for a change. Neon signs buzzed overhead and the flickering of wall mounted televisions sent flashes across the side of my phone that made me think there was some kind of message waiting for me.
I sighed and took a deep breath. "Hey Brittney, you think I could get one more beer and my usual shot?" She nodded and smiled, her eyes stopping on something just over my shoulder.
"Better make that two hun. I have a feeling this boy needs to calm his nerves down." I recognized the voice at once. It was the bouncy rhythm and friendly tone that could disarm you in a heartbeat that gave her away.
I spun my stool around and saw those big, blue tinted eyes that had only been a phantom on my computer screen some moments before. It was hard not to notice them, set into flawless skin and a crop of wavy almond colored hair. Her broad smile and outstretched arms were all I managed to catch sight of, before she wrapped around me and planted a big kiss on my cheek.
"Babe, you are just as cute as those pictures you teased me with!" She said playfully with a hand on the side of my face.
"How long have you been here? I didn't even see you come in!" I choked out my startled response. Brittney arrived with another beer and two chilled shots just then. She winked at me and purposefully walked away from us to tend to something at the other end of the bar. This was her "Go get her, tiger" signal for me.
Tiffany raised an eyebrow to the shots as a kind of challenge. Obliging, I grabbed my drink and toasted her shot. "Well, welcome to hick town USA." She giggled and slammed the shot nearly as fast as I did. Sitting next to me, she stuck her hands between her thighs and shrugged, "Well, here I am.." Her smile hadn't left those full, pouty lips since she caught sight of me. This was going better than I expected.
"Yes you are. You look a lot better in the flesh. It helps that I can reach over and actually touches you." I winked at her and tried to break the ice. She draped her purse over one of the hooks and settled into her seat. After a deliberate look at me from head to toe, she plopped a straw into her cocktail and raised it to her mouth. "If you play your cards right, you just might get to touch as much as you want."
Her words rolled like gathering storm clouds and had the softness of freshly crushed velvet. I couldn't help but notice the look in her eyes shifting to that of a woman who had just found a proper steak that she planned to devour. We had carried on from out first meeting on a website regularly for at least two months. This meeting was anticipated from about the first week of those late night messages and phone calls.
We talked about various "nothings" for a while longer. Her trip was alright, if not a bit boring. The city was larger than she was expecting, comments and compliments from each of us towards the other. Even without the alcohol, it would be hard to ignore the rise in my temperature that this woman was creating in me. I caught myself staring at the hint of cleavage that teased me from her plunging neckline. The hips that I had praised so many times before, swiveled and begged for my hands as she shifted in her seat now and then.
Classic country songs rattled in the background as she giggled at the way I said certain words, making me repeat them so she could hear the odd, jumble of accents that melted into my mannerisms. She assured me each time that it was adorable, making me blush now and then in front of the grinning old men at the end of the bar.
It must have been an hour later, when she got up to plug some more money into the jukebox and continue my Tennessee country education. Brittney swooped in and found some reason to adjust the ashtrays in front of me. Leaning in she whispered, "You know she likes you right? You'd be kinda dumb if you let that slip away right?" I nodded and thanked her, dropping another handful of singles into the tip jar. The timing may not have been right, but I was having trouble restraining myself as I turned and watched her picking out a few songs and shaking that blue jean covered ass. I slapped down enough money to more than cover us both and carefully approached her from the side.
Leaning in close enough to whisper in her ear, my senses were filled with the smell of her perfume. "Why don't we duck out of here? See if I can make you come a couple times before the sun sets?" She stopped her music selection in mid air, and shot me a look of surprise and eager agreement. "I was thinking the same thing handsome." She said as she planted a quick, delicate kiss on my lips.
It was the first contact and it shot a tingle of excitement and pleasure through my limbs. She snatched her purse and headed up the stairs towards the exit. I kept pace with her, but just far enough behind that I could watch her climb each step. My self control gave way in the blink of an eye and I planted a playful slap directly on the side of her rump, like a cowboy trying to startle the neighbor's horse. Her playful squeal and comment about me being a "bad boy" was music to my ears.
