Well it took a while but finally, after what seemed like months of chatting over the internet and exchanging sexual innuendo's we decide to take the plunge and meet up.
It has been the single most frustrating encounter so far. To be so totally turned on by someone and then not be able to touch or taste them so I decided that I was going to make the most of it. Ever since you first started to talk to me the sexual tension grew and grew to such a point that we both knew we would have to meet and get this thing out of our systems. The nights left aching, only to go to bed and rub myself into my soaking wet pussy, imagining what it would be like to feel your mouth right there eagerly licking me and fucking me with your fingers to orgasm.....well what's a girl to do?
You decided on the meeting place and, as agreed, I turned up at 7.30 on the dot and scoured the bar for the familiar face I had got to know. I had dressed carefully that evening with our night to come in mind. I had put on my short checked skirt and calf length boots and teamed them up with a small red top and my black poncho. My hair was its usual tousled self that looked as though it was already eager to get into bed. I was very nervous about our meet but as my eyes met yours across the room and I saw the reassuring smile you gave me I soon felt at ease.
You looked great and your hair made me think of what was to come later. God I could have so much fun with that. We ordered drinks and then you led the way to where we were to sit......