First meetings are always a nervous time. I closed my eyes and drew a long, slow breath, then emptied my lungs firmly, steeling my resolve. I sure wasn't going to get any readier. I pulled on my ponytail to tighten its holder, brushed my mustache with one crooked finger, then knocked gently and waited.
The heavy door swung silently wide, spilling sultry jazz music into the night and revealing a somewhat familiar sturdy, balding, bear-like shape outlined by a warm, inviting glow. "Philip?" His deep voice inquired.
I smiled easily, "in the flesh at last, Dave!" I offered him my hand which he took and shook eagerly. His heavy, calloused hand and faint odor of engine oil belied his years as a mechanic. "Wow, that's one helluva grip. You weren't kidding when you said you worked on motorcycles."
"Yeah, but I used my pumice soap, so there's no grease under my nails tonight! So nice to finally get to meet you in person." He stepped aside and gestured me into his house. "Cindy's getting us some drinks. Come in, sit down, get comfortable."
I stepped into the candlelit living room and crossed to the wide sofa. A voluptuous woman with curly blonde hair and a broad, welcoming smile set down the tray of glasses she was carrying and held her arms open wide. Her loosely belted nightrobe fell open revealing a blue and black corset hugging her ample curves, the suspenders holding up a pair of lace-topped stockings. I hugged her very close, nuzzling my nose into her neck, and said, "I love your outfit. You are looking very beautiful tonight, Cindy."
She blushed warmly under my compliment, looked at me from beneath long, fluttering dark eyelashes and stretched her smile further, "why, thank you, Phil! You're so sweet. I'm glad you could make it."
Dave perched himself on the edge of a nearby recliner and rubbed his hands together, his broom-like white mustache covering a shoolboy grin. "Don't mind me. I'll just be over here, enjoying the show," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
Cindy chuckled at him and proclaimed with her mild southern drawl, "ya dirty old pervert." She stuck out her tongue at him, then pulled me in and craned her neck up to offer me the little pink nub. I slid my arms around under her gossamer robe, lifting her slightly onto the balls of her feet and pressed her body to mine, grinding my lips against hers as though we'd been lovers for years. She tasted of cinnamon gum and dark whiskey, and I could feel her knees go weak as she let her weight settle into my embrace. We pulled apart after a long moment and she stood there slowly and silently panting. "Damn, sugar. That's quite a kiss you've got there," she breathed heavily.
I took her hand and pulled her down to sit on the couch. "I'm so glad you took a chance and sent me that message last month. Way too many hookers, teases and scam artists on that stupid site...I was starting to give up."
Dave's laugh rumbled out of his barrel-like chest, "I know what you mean. But we've met a few nice folks on there. And you seemed like my wife's type."
"I love long hair," Cindy told me with a sweet smile, reaching out to wrap a strand of mine around a slim, well-manicured, red-nailed finger. "And your stories..." She rolled her eyes and squeezed her thighs together rhythmically. "I can't tell you how many times I've cum reading them."
