Emma was deep in studying when her phone dinged. She ignored it and kept focusing on the communications textbook in front of her. Finals were coming up this week and she had to be prepared or she'd lose her scholarship. Then her phone dinged again. And again. Annoyed, she rolled over and looked at her phone. She had three dating app notifications. This was what was so distracting?
She was going to ignore the messages but it was a Saturday and she hadn't seen anyone in a long time. With low hopes, she unlocked her phone and opened the app. The first notification was that she had matched with someone; the second was a pair of messages from that woman for Emma.
The profile was for that of a 35-year-old woman. Her name was Kate and, judging by her profile pictures, she was drop-dead gorgeous. She was tall and her arms and chest were heavily tattooed with bright ink; her red hair reached just past her shoulder blades and in each photo, her breasts were struggling to bust out of her top. Kate's bio described her as a lawyer who was extremely busy and had a hard time making connections in person. She was a fan of rock music, B-tier horror films and craft beer.
"Hey Emma, what are you up to tonight?" and a second message: "...if that isn't too forward of me."
Emma could feel herself getting warm with excitement already. It had been a long time since the young grad student had been on a date and never with a woman so much older.
"Hey Kate, I'm free tonight but I was probably going to watch a movie and get a bottle of wine. What are you up to?"
It didn't take long for Kate to message Emma back, much to the grad student's delight. Even better was what the message said.
"I'm always down for a night in! Do you want to come over around 7? That gives me enough time to straighten up and grab a bottle of something nice."
"It's a date!" Emma texted back before looking at the time on her phone. It was 4:30. It would take her about 20 minutes to drive to Kate's, which meant she had about two hours to get ready. She happily closed her textbook and headed to the bathroom.
Emma was standing in her room naked, skin as smooth as the day she was born, at 5:45 when she got a text from Kate. It was a photo of a nice bottle of Chardonnay with the caption "Can't wait to see you."
After going through every piece of underwear in her room, Emma settled on a black dress, black panties and no bra. The dress was short, leaving little to the imagination; the grad student knew exactly why she was being asked to come to her date's house for their first meeting.
As she finished her makeup, she surveyed herself in the mirror. Her messy brown hair reached a few inches past her shoulders, matching the color of her eyes. C-cup breasts pushed out of the top of the dress and she wore subtle makeup.
Thoughts of Kate danced through Emma's mind as she drove over to her date's house, which was in a significantly nicer part of the city than the one that Emma lived in. When she pulled up, she had to take a second to calm her surprise: Kate lived in one of the nicest and newest buildings in town!
She texted Kate that she was there and a woman stepped out of the lobby. Kate was stunning in person, standing at what Emma estimated to be just under six feet tall with long dirty blonde hair. She wore a loose-fitting black skirt and a Joy Division T-shirt.
"Oh my god," she said. "Did you dress up just for me?"
Emma blushed. Kate's voice was raspy, warm and playful and her pussy responded enthusiastically. She just stammered, her mind fixated on what Kate's voice would sound like as a moan.
