OK, this is after a long lay-off. It's been awhile since I found time to write without disturbances and distraction.
Now this happens just today. I got a lot of e-mails after writing 3 stories to Literotica and suffice to say most of them wanted to get into my knickers. So there was this caucasian from Australia whom I've been corresponding with for the past two months and he said he's coming down to KL. 'In fact, he's already down here.' So after lots of pestering and pushing, I finally agree to meet him. Just a meeting to proof I'm not a fake. 'lol'.
Now, he's 6 ft., well built and fair and not going to disappoint me in certain department he claim, so I made arrangements to meet him at a pub cum disco downtown. My husband has gone outstation as usual so I'm myself again. I called my cabby friend to pick me up at 9pm. He asked me whether he's lucky today and I said "nope".
So 9 pm, Kenneth, my cabby friend arrive and commented on my dressing, " Whoa, where to?, Your dressing is so conservative. Meeting mother-in-law or what?"
I made sure I lock all my house doors and got into his cab but not before I said " Beach club".
"What?, Dress like that?" "Umm, Ok", he must be startled. See, I wore a white tube top but covered with a red sweater even though there's no bra or panty inside and a jean pink skirt that is almost to my knees. Sport shoes with all this attire, it looks as if I going to the gym.
We talked a bit about my husband and what he's doing recently and whether I'm naughty or not, and somemore but at last he said he can't do anything in the near future because his wife is going after his neck if he gets home late. I laughed at him but at the same time felt sorry for him and myself. " So, you don't want me anymore?" I said. " No, no , not that, maybe later, see how things go first lah. Don't get angry. Must settle the wife first" his english goes.
We arrive at the disco and Kenneth say " Want me to pick you up later or what?"
"No, no need, I'll be ok" was my reply.
"The fare's on me, take care ok" Kenneth's eyes is like a puppy when he says that and I lean over and give him a peck on his face. "Call if you need help, ok" and with that he's off speeding into the horizon. I got into the pub without any hassle and boought myself a pepsi. Sitting in a tall chair facing the dance floor, I can see what's going but at the moment I'm looking at all the hard bodies, men and women dancing on the dance floor.
Noone, nobody lay an eye on me, maybe because I'm not dressed to kill, in fact more like somebody back from workout and can't go home as yet. I say there and I keep looking at my watch and realised I've been there for 40 minutes. 40 minutes waiting for a guy? "CRAZY" was the first thing that came to my mind.
I was about to turn to leave when all of a sudden someone put a hand on my shoulder and call my name. I turn around and there beside me stood a white guy about 5' 6", a bit plump and with moustache.
" Sorry, I'm late, I'm David." his voice is like mumbling. "HE" is suppose to be my date???
I said "hi" " You're David?"
"Yeah, ME, David, so you've waited long?"
"No, not really, but the picture you sent me, they're...."
"Different, sorry but how else can I get you to come out" he breaks it softly.
I was seething inside but still manage to show a cold face.
"Well, since you're here why don't we enjoy ourselves, nice place too" he was smiling and making as though nothing happened.
See, the picture he sent me and claim is that he's 6' and the hunk in the picture certainly looks handsome but this is totally opposite. But since I'm here, why not just give this guy a chance.
