I made the lunch reservation for 2 in the afternoon. A little late perhaps, but you had said your plane was landing at 11:30, and I figured that by the time you got your baggage and a cab, and made your way to my office we would be lucky to make that. I had odd feelings about this meeting, we had been online acquaintances, even friends, for years, but only casually. Somehow, when you mentioned you would be coming to the city, the idea of taking you to lunch just leapt to mind, and I had blurted out the invitation without thinking. I was somewhat stunned when you quickly accepted, and even more so when I got your IM asking for directions. It was the first time we had ever talked except in the chat room. At least, I thought, a luncheon was a benign date no matter how we reacted to each other in person, and truthfully, I was really looking forward to it.
Of course you had no way to know that I had been attracted to you for some time, since till only recently you had been heavily involved in a relationship. If I hadn't known that had ended I would never even have asked. I was glad you were coming today, since our office observes Casual Friday, and I would not have to greet you in a stuffy business suit.
I had scheduled all my meetings for this morning so I would have the afternoon clear. Since I didn't go to lunch I had ample time to sit and wonder how the afternoon would go. Alfred's is top shelf, so at least I knew the meal would be great. I was relieved when at about 1:10, the phone rang and the guard said I had a visitor. I asked my secretary to escort you up, and minute or two later, with a knock, the door opened and you were ushered in. As I stood to greet you I was somewhat taken aback by the stylish woman that faced me. The internet picture you had sent gave only a vague idea of what to expect. Your light summer dress stopped several inches short of your knees, and your long slim legs caught my eye immediately.
As I took your hand to say hello, broad smiles spontaneously lit both our faces. I wonder if you were as surprised as I by what happened next. Almost by instinct we gave each other a friendly hug, and I casually kissed your cheek. Normally I am far more reserved than that, but a handshake was out of the question, and it just seemed the natural thing to do. But what most surprised me was when your hand on my back pulled me close to you and held me for more than just a momentary squeeze. In fact, it was long enough that I was able to focus on the firm feel of your breasts pressing into my chest. A slight shiver went through my body.
With a little small talk about your flight, etc., I closed up my desk, and we headed out to the parking garage. When I helped you into the car I couldn't help but notice that your dress rode up very high on your thighs, and when I glanced at your face I could see that you were aware of what I had been looking at, but a broad smile told me that you didn't mind. As I drove the short way to Alfred's we carried on a light conversation about mutual online friends, your trip and other trivia. You had moved over near me, and you often touched my hand and arm for emphasis, sometimes allowing your fingers to linger on my bare skin for a moment or two. As I helped you from the car we spontaneously slipped an arm around each other, and walked several steps touching closely, before self-consciousness forced us apart. It occurred to me that this meeting seemed very natural, with hardly a trace of awkwardness. After all, we were really old friends.
Because of the odd hour, the restaurant was half empty and I asked if we could have a quiet corner table. The host obliged with a smile, leading us to the darkest corner of the dining room, and seated us in a round booth, several tables from the nearest diners. We slid in from opposite sides, but ended up sitting almost together at the back side of the table. When you agreed, I asked the waiter to bring us a bottle of a nice light rose'. When it arrived, I poured us both a glass, and I was intrigued by the way your hand steadied mine as I poured for you. I was sure you gave an extra squeeze as you released me, and there was a sparkle in your eye as you uttered your thanks. With a delicate "ting" we toasted our meeting.
Things went well until I opened the menu - I managed to knock my napkin from the table to the floor between our legs. As I reached for it, the back of my hand slid down the side of your firm calf and I was startled when you let out an unmistakable "Mmmmmm" at my touch. As I righted myself, I covered your hand with mine and said, "Sounds like you enjoyed that as much as I did."
You immediately closed your hand on mine and replied, "Perhaps more."
At that moment both of us had very wide grins. A line had obviously been crossed, and I found myself suddenly tingling with excitement. Until that moment it hadn't occurred to me that you were attracted to me also, but now the thought was inescapable. I lifted your hand to my mouth, kissed it, and said, "I'm very glad you came today."
