Showered, with my hair and makeup done, I'm sat on the bed. I am feverishly readying myself for the day ahead, wondering if I'm ready for what I'm about to do. My nerves are shot and I'm having trouble with my clothing. With unsteady hands I fumble with the fixtures on my suspenders, taking a deep breath to calm myself down. I eventually win the battle with the clasps and pick up my sexy new bra. I've decided to go with knee high boots and a simple black dress to complete my outfit. Classic, demure enough for public showing and, I'm hoping, sexy.
I do one last check of my appearance in the mirror and decide if I don't leave now I'm going to stay home. Meeting a complete stranger I've only ever spoken to in a seedy chat room is unlike me and so very out of character. I grab my keys off the sideboard and walk out the door.
I'm catching the train into the city, so it's a short drive to the station. I'm feeling nervous and a little afraid. I walk into onto the platform feeling like everyone knows I'm not wearing any panties. It's exhilarating and frightening all at the same time. The journey into the city takes about half an hour and the closer I get to the city the better I'm feeling about the decision I've made and the giant leap of faith that I about to take. There's an older gentleman looking at me with curiosity in his eyes. I can't help it; all of a sudden I'm making solid eye contact as I run my hand up my thigh and show him a glimpse of the top of my stockings. He readjusts himself with a shy smile he, glances at his wife and then then back to me. The attention is arousing and makes me feel like I have a little more control, giving me the boost I need to go through with my planned meeting. Just as I start to think that the train ride will never end the announcement comes over the PA that my stop is next. I straighten up and get ready to leave the train.
I step outside the train on shaky legs and walk to the escalators. I briefly glance at my phone to make sure I'm on time and to see if there's a message from him. Has he cancelled? A small part of me is hoping so. I look down, I'm early and there's a message from him asking if I have arrived in the city. My heart skips, beat he hasn't cancelled, and I think he is actually looking forward to meeting me for coffee. I start to wonder whether his idea of what constitutes coffee is different to mine.
I'm standing outside the train station watching the lunch rush of people walking and talking. There's a busker just down the mall singing one of my favorite songs and I can't help singing along. His rendition of Melissa Ethridge, "Like the way I do" sounds like he is singing it directly to me. I check my phone and he is on his way. My stomach is in knots and my legs feel like jelly... Fuck, it's only coffee I keep reminding myself, trying to rationalize my position and pull myself together. I breathe deeply as he approaches, trying in vain to hide my nerves. He approaches me without hesitation, the sharp business suit belying the tone of conversation that we have been engaged in for some time now. The grin on his face like makes him look like a cheeky Cheshire cat.
He's actually cuter than his picture and I seem to relax a little straight away. We walk down the road looking for somewhere to sit and chat and conversation just seems to roll naturally. We find a coffee shop and slip into a booth, he is sitting close and I can feel sexual tension between us building. As the seemingly inane conversation rolls on I am distracted by the feeling of his hand on my leg under the table. My heart begins to race and I can't help thinking I wish he would kiss me. Almost as soon as I brush the thought out of my mind his lips are on mine. I am overcome by a surge of adrenaline and I instantly want his hand to move further up my leg, giving him a chance to see how turned on he has made me. I can feel my breath quickening and almost immediately his hand is under my dress. We are in a coffee shop kissing and he is teasing the outside of my pussy. Given our location it is hard to let him do exactly what he wants and his hand fumbles to find what it is looking for. Oh my god it feels so good to be doing this in public I think silently to myself as his fingers start to lock in on their target. I lean back and he moves his hand with more control. We are now both completely oblivious to the world around us and I can't help thinking that I want, nay need more from him. I sit up straight and we finish our drinks. We continue to engage in moderately interesting conversation. I try to remain composed but to be honest my mind is wandering and I sense that he is looking right through my calm exterior.
He sits back and looks at me with a smile that explains the nasty dirty things he has in his mind and asks if I'd like to go and watch a movie. We'd already discussed during our time talking online the fact the XXX cinema in the city is a well know spot for people to go and have public sex. Right at this moment all I can think of is how much I want to wrap my mouth around his cock and make him cum. I don't even look at him, somewhat breathlessly say "yes" and get up and follow him to the cinema. The short walk through the city is uneventful and we hardly speak. The building sexual desire is more than enough to fill the void of the silence and I am unsure whether I would be coherent or not at this point anyway. We arrive at the cinema and walk down the stairs. My yearning pussy begins to moisten as the smell of male sweat and sex fill my nostrils.
We stand around for a while waiting to be served and there is a curvy gorgeous girl behind the counter wearing a tartan skirt with knee high socks and nothing else. I'm momentarily distracted and wish that I could take her home, but that's not why I'm here. He buys the tickets and I follow him in behind the curtain. I am confronted by a large older man straight in front of me looking at me like I'm a piece of meat. I hear his breathing as he plays with his cock out in the open. To say that the scene is confronting does not do justice to how overwhelmed I feel.