Chapter One: Connecting
As soon as I saw her picture I was hooked. For many, or should I say most men, the plain looking woman staring back at them from the computer screen would have been passed by immediately in the search for a more classic beauty to be found elsewhere on the dating website I was skimming through.
As for me, I thought she was perfect. Hiding behind those glasses was a woman I thought was beautiful. I clicked on the picture to make it larger. Her thick dark eyebrows made her deep brown eyes look exotic to me, and her full red lips gave just a hint of a smirk breaking through in the corners of her mouth.
The picture showed her wearing a sleeveless top and sitting with her elbows on a picnic table, and while very little of what appeared to be a very slender body was visible, what I was able to see made a shiver run down my spine. I had to meet this girl, but that might be a bit of a problem.
She was 19 and a college student, and was interested in meeting men aged 18 to 55. As for me, at one time I had been all of those ages, but was now 58. I didn't look it, and could pass for 5 to 10 years younger, and so my first inclination was to lie.
I chose not to, and instead wrote to the young woman, telling her exactly who I was. No point in starting a relationship with lies, I figured, and hoped that my honesty, along with the fact that I shared many of the interests she had listed; reading, writing, watching movies (especially foreign), and possessing a sense of humor that I felt was just as sarcastic and self-depreciating as hers seemed to be, might get me a meeting.
To my amazement, it did. She wrote that she found my honesty refreshing and my letter to her made her laugh as well, and she was willing to go to a movie with me. I tried for Friday night, but she suggested Saturday night would be better for her, and so I immediately agreed. We would meet at a coffee shop near the theater about an hour before the show. I had described myself pretty accurately and thoroughly, but suggested that to be sure we found each other, she should wear the blouse from the picture in her ad.
"You like that blouse?" she typed.
"Most definitely!" I replied, resisting the urge to type it in bold capital letters.
"I see..." was her reply.
I waited impatiently for Saturday evening to arrive, realizing in the back of my mind that while I had been truthful in everything I had told her about myself, I had neglected to tell her why her picture had caught my eye. This she would discover soon enough.
Chapter Two: Meeting Luann.
I spotted Luann immediately, sitting at a window seat in the coffee shop. She was wearing a black blazer and was idly stirring her coffee while glancing around the shop. In person she was even more plain than in her picture and I imagined that she managed to go through life unnoticed by the vast majority of people.
When I entered the shop, she looked up and a little smile appeared on her face. I must have described myself pretty well because it seemed that she knew I was the guy meeting her, and to my relief she didn't bolt out the door as I approached her.
"You must be Bruce," Luann said as she extended her hand.
"And you must be Luann," I countered, hoping my damp palm wasn't too obvious to her as we shook hands.
We spent the first few minutes awkwardly breaking the ice, although I confess to being the more nervous one. The idea of a man being intimidated by a girl a third his age was rather silly. Luann's picture was an accurate one, her pleasant but plain features marred only by some very faint acne scars. In short, an ordinary looking girl whose looks did not send many guys into nervous idiots. Except me.
Luann was a delightful conversationalist however, and the time flew by, so much so that we would have easily missed the movie had she not been watching the clock. We hurried down the block and made it inside just as the coming attractions began.
It wasn't very crowded and so we got ideal seats in the middle of the theatre. As I sat down I caught a glimpse of Luann taking off her blazer. There it was. The pink sleeveless blouse she wore in the photo. Luann sat down and smiled at me when she saw me looking at her.
"The blouse you said you liked," she said with a smile, and I nodded while trying not to stare too obviously, and probably failing.
While the previews droned on I tried to look at Luann at every opportunity, and despite the lack of light I was able to see the outline of her breasts, small and high on her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could make out the points of what seemed to be tiny nipples.
Nice, even if they were not what I had really been looking for, and then as if my wishing had made it happen, Luann put her right elbow on the arm of the chair between us. My heart began to race as I glanced down at her pale and slender arm just inches away from me. Even in the wildly changing illumination caused by the flickering images on the screen, I could see the fine hairs on her forearms. It was a vision so inviting that I fought the urge to reach out and touch her.
Instead, when the previews ended and the theater darkened as the feature started, I casually put my own elbow up next to hers, expecting Luann to pull her arm away as we touched. She didn't, and I felt my cock surge as I felt her long, soft forearm hair brush against mine, causing me to let out what I hoped was an inaudible gasp.
As the movie went on, I moved my arm a little bit from time to time, enjoying the sensation her downy forearm hair produced against me. Luann didn't move away, and occasionally it seemed that she was doing the same thing to me, although I knew that was probably just my imagination.
I don't even remember what the movie was about, but I do know that I had an erection for almost the entire two hours, and it felt like my cock was glued to my boxers when the credits stopped rolling.
As the lights of the theater went up, I got a quick look at the shapely arm I had been toying with all that time. The long and fine dark brown hair that grew from just above her elbows to her wrists contrasted so starkly with her pale white skin, and as my eyes strayed further up, Luann stood up and slipped her blazer back on as she rose, denying me of a glimpse of what I really longed to see.
We walked out of the theater and out to the street, while I nervously tried to think of something for us to do besides going back to the coffee shop. Luckily Luann came to my rescue, and to my delight she mentioned that she lived close by. When she asked if I would like to come up to her apartment for a drink I jumped at the offer.
Chapter Three. Luann's apartment.
Luann's place was a tiny studio apartment on the second floor, and as I followed her up the stairs my heart was racing fast as my mind conjoured up images of what might soon happen.
It was odd to sit in the little love seat and be able to see her bed over on the other side of the room, but Luann soon returned from her kitchenette with a couple of glasses of wine to bring me back to earth.
We discussed the movie, and I faked it as best I could while Luann did most of the reviewing. I was sweating bullets as we sat with our knees touching, and I was hoping that Luann would be feeling warm soon as well and have the need to shed that blazer.
"What was your favorite part of the movie, Bruce?" Luann asked with a smile.
"Gee, that's hard to say." I said.
"One thing I hope you're going to be is honest," Luann said suddenly. "The reason I agreed to meet you was that you seemed to be an honest guy, and that's very important to me. Even a woman as plain looking as I am can find a lying man anywhere."
"I am honest," I said.
"Okay then," Luann said. "Tell me the real reason you wanted to meet me."
"Well... you and I seemed to have many similar interests," I began, and Luann cast me look that had more than a little doubt in it, so I continued. "And your picture - I was very attracted to the way you looked."
"Because I'm such a ravishing beauty?" Luann asked with a smirk.
"No," I admitted before going on. "I do find you very attractive however. Maybe I have a different opinion on what I consider appealing than many men, but do I know what I like."
"Go on."
"Well," I said while searching for the right words. "Let's just say I have a preference for women with a more... natural look about them."
"Now we're getting somewhere," Luann said as a smile spread across her face. "Now tell me what your favorite part of the movie was."