"So much for being hard-headed," Kat thought as she pulled into the restaurant parking lot. Barely two months had elapsed since she told him they'd never meet, in real life.
They'd met online, the marvelous playground for hot-blooded people to explore things they couldn't in their mundane lives. He was older than she was, but witty and a good author of hot scenarios when they "cybered."
Which they did as often as they could.
Then, one day he touched on a fantasy of hers--being the center of attention for a man and another woman, and she began to weaken. He told her of a friend, a bisexual woman, and asked if she'd like to make the fantasy real.
At first she demurred, but she was so excited at the possibility, something that in her life as a married mother of two in a small southern town was not possible.
She had her first kiss by another woman with him, although it was online.
Even that made her wet to remember. Often she'd rubbed herself remembering their conversations, or reading the stories he sent to her.
Now, she was meeting them--him and his female friend--for the first time.
Her stomach was full of butterflies. She'd described herself as a slow starter to him, but was afraid she would be a no-starter. At least five times, she'd started to turn around and go home.
Finally, she had completed the trip to Lake City, a middle-sized city between the three of them. She steeled her nerves, and pulled into the parking lot of the "yuppie" chain bar/restaurant. There was his little truck, just as he described it to her. The butterflies were REALLY beating to get out of her stomach now.
She pulled into a parking place, and hurriedly got out. If she waited, she might not have the nerve. The heat was mostly gone, as the summer was drawing to a close, but the air conditioning was still welcome.
The hostess approached her and asked if she'd like a table. Before she could answer, he was there, smiling, and telling the hostess smoothly that she was with him. He looked like the photo she'd seen except his shoulders seemed wider in person. He smiled, took Kat's elbow, and led her to his table. Their table.
Jill, the other woman was there. She was a large-boned woman of medium height and dark coloring, pretty, and with very large breasts. She'd told her how she loved to have her big nipples pinched and sucked.
"Stop it," she told herself, feeling her moistness start.
Introductions were made, and they ordered her a cocktail, to catch up with them. Lunch was ordered, and in time, delivered. Good, predictable chain-food fare, it was eaten while they chatted and pretended they weren't here for the reason they knew they WERE here for.
Halfway through the meal, she felt a foot caressing her leg. The place was dimly lit, so no one else would notice. She did not know to whom the foot belonged. It didn't matter. It might as well have been a hot poker, and might as well have been placed on her groin.
Gently, her leg was caressed, from the foot to her thigh. She could barely pay attention to the conversation. Her being was centered on what the touch of the foot was doing to her.
Finally, lunch was done, and they were preparing to leave, to go to the room he'd prepared for them, she knew. She told them she needed to freshen up, and started for the Ladies Room, only to have Jill say she'd join her. He said he'd pay and meet them at the door. He smiled that knowing smile again.
All the way to the ladies room, she wondered what would happen. She could feel her wetness sliding on itself as she walked. Luckily, she'd worn a dark skirt.
When they arrived Jill went to a stall and closed the door. "So much for that," she thought, a bit relieved, and a bit disappointed.