"We can meet at the White Horse Inn, about 9 o'clock?" it said in your text. "It will be busy there tonight because there's a really good band performing. I'll wait for you at the bar. I'll have a red flower in my hair."
As I leave my car in a crowded car park and walk to the entrance to the Inn. I am worried. Although we have been talking online, texting, messaging, and you seem to be everything I want in a woman, this meeting is a big deal. Will we like each other in the flesh as much as in social media?
I can hear loud, energetic rock music coming from within and that relaxes me a bit. Even if the date is a washout, I'll enjoy the music. It's going to be a good night, one way or another.
Now I'm at the door of a pretty large room. It's dark with just the flashing lights on the stage for illumination. The band must have been using a smoke machine because there is a smoky haze. The rock band's music completely fills the room, making conversation almost impossible. The room is totally crammed with bodies writhing to the beat.
On one side I see the bar. It's very busy but I spot you quickly, a red flower perched above your right ear, seated and looking at the band.. You seem totally absorbed with the band and your head and shoulders - that's all that I can see from here - sway gently to their beat.
I squeeze my way across the crowded floor until at last I am at your side. You are sitting on a bar stool and you haven't noticed me. I examine what I can see - your long, dark, wavy hair; the smooth skin of your face; the hint of a shapely body pushing out of your almost full-length woollen cardigan. A shapely knee clad in dark nylon protrudes slightly. You are, in the flesh, just as good as I had hoped you would be. I hope you feel the same when you notice me...
"Abby?" I ask timidly, leaning into your ear so that you can hear me.
You look round. A wonderful, welcoming smile lights up your face and warms my heart.
"Bob! Great to see you! I wasn't totally sure that you would turn up."
I put an arm around your shoulders to give you a hug. It just seems natural and I'm not embarrassed. You press your body against mine, still smiling and looking up at me and I can't help noticing the soft pressure of your breast against my chest. It feels nice! You ease yourself off the bar stool to stand beside me. You're just a little smaller than I am. Your cardigan is unbuttoned at the top and you are displaying the smooth tops of your breasts and the gentle valley between them.
"Wanna beer?" you shout, and in the press of the crowd your thigh presses against mine. I nod. It's easier than talking. "Two beers," you shout to the girl behind the counter. The beers arrive quickly. I reach over with a note and signal that I don't want any change.
We drink together, sway together, bodies moving together. It's like there is an electric charge between us. I'm incredibly, almost painfully aroused.
Now we've had a few drinks, we're in the middle of the vibrating throng, moving to the incessant beat. The hazy atmosphere and flashing lights create a dream-like atmosphere. It's a good dream. You are now wrapping your arms around me. I worry that you will feel my erection and draw away from me, but you don't. Instead, you place one of my hands inside your cardigan and set it on your bum. I massage the area and discover that you are wearing a short skirt. I move lower, down to your nylon-covered thigh. I run my hand up your thigh, little by little, feeling the smooth nylon surface.
Suddenly I feel naked skin. It's like an electric shock! You're wearing stockings!
You look up at me with a glint in your eye. You're enjoying my surprise and encouraging me to explore more.
All of a sudden I remember where we are, in the middle of a crowd, in a public place! But no one is looking at us. No one cares. Everyone is concentrating in enjoying the moment.
And then I feel you gently rub your hand over my trousers, over my erection. I can hardly bear the sensation. It makes me bolder and I explore the area at the top of your thighs. No panties! I am rewarded with a sensuous kiss for making this discovery. Our tongues dance inside each other's mouths. Then you turn round and position your bum on my erection while swaying to the exploding beat of the music. (I have to concentrate to avoid a different explosion happening!) You move my hand inside your cardigan again, this time over your love mound. I feel around and lift your skirt to gain access to your bare flesh. I find your secret place and, moving past your clitoris, push my fingers inside your wet and welcoming hole. You grind yourself against my hand, finding friction to stimulate yourself.
