It had been a while since I was on a date. I've been too busy with work to hang out at a bar. I wasn't that much of a drinker either. Anyway, I decided to try online dating. I filled out the profile, found a semi-good-looking pic of myself I could tolerate. And I posted it. Now, we wait and see if there is any interest. In the meantime, I'll browse profiles to see if anyone catches my eye. I saw a few attractive profiles so I clicked the flirt button on their profiles.
A few days go by and nothing. I think it was a waste of time. I fall asleep. I woke up at 3 am. The message light on my phone was blinking.
Her name was Nicole but liked to be called Nikki. She was a few years younger than me, with long red hair to her shoulders. Her pic was smoking hot! It was a tight, short dress. Pink in color, white nylons, and high-heeled boots. That pic really turned me on.
Her message was a little innocent and a little sexually teasing. She was horny but also looking for a relationship. 'Well, what have I got to lose,' I thought? So, we messaged back and forth for a few days. Our messages started out flirty but got really dirty, really fast. We decided to meet on Saturday. It was Tuesday.
We agreed to meet at a hotel bar to have a drink and if things clicked we could get a room for some alone time. By the time Saturday came, I was a horny mess. All I could do was think about Nikki. Cold showers weren't helping. Sex was always on my mind, especially with her. It was so hard not to touch myself while rereading all of our messages.
Saturday night is finally here. It's about time to get ready. So, I showered, got dressed, and was about to head out. I double-checked my outfit to make sure it was alright. Nice jeans. Check. Nice button-down shirt. Check. A little cologne. Check. So, off to the hotel, I went.