This is my second submission here. I'm still learning and really appreciate any and all feedback. This is actually a story I wrote for someone I met online. She suggests the basic plot and I try to bring her fantasy to life for her. I hope you enjoy it as well.
They met online. She answered an add he placed looking for a muse. They have been communicating for several weeks by email and now she has finally agreed to meet him for a drink. Just one drink and then she is going to meet some friends.
She told him in her very first email that she would probably never meet him but he has worn her resistance down. And to be honest, she's a little curious about the man that is responsible for giving her so much pleasure.
She pulls up and parks in front of the bar. It's a small out of the way place where she is not likely to see anyone she knows. She checks her face in the rear view mirror. Maybe some deep red lipstick. He'll like that. As she exits her car, she straightens her skirt. The parking lot is crushed stone that is not very easy to walk on with her four inch heels.
She's a little nervous as she enters. Scaning the room for her friend, she sees that there are just a few people in the place. He is sitting near the back at a small table.
He rises from his chair as she approaches. He a big man. Six feet tall and built like a football player. With a big smile he greets her opening his arms. "Give us a hug." His large arms envelop her small frame. Like hugging a big teddy bear.
"What will you have," he asks as he signals for the waitress.
"Grey Goose and soda" she replies.
"Bring my beautiful friend here A Grey Goose and soda and a pack of Parlaments please and I'll have another Newcastle," he tells the waitress and she heads off back to the bar.
"I don't smoke anymore. I told you that."
He just smiles and says, "ok".
They small talk and one drink turns into three. She looks down at the pack of cigarettes on the table. Maybe just one. She opens the pack and pulls one of the cigarettes out. It feels familiar between her fingers. Realizing that she doesn't have a lighter or matches she turns toward him.
Just then she hears the familiar click of an old zippo lighter and sees the warm orange glow of the flame. She raises the cigarette to her lips and places the tip into the flame. She draws the thick smoke into her mouth and inhales deeply. The smoke fills her chest and then she blows a thin stream into the air. "I thought you didn't smoke," she says to him.
"I don't," he replies.
"Then why do you carry a lighter?" she asks.
"For women who do." She takes another long draw and inhales deeply. The smoke in her lungs feels familiar. Like an old friend that she has not realized she missed until now. She looks at her friend and sees him watching her intently. He had told her that that was one of his fetishes. She smiles at him knowingly and takes another long draw.
Three drinks have now turned into five and four cigarettes. He leans in close to her and whispers in her ear, "I think you are ready."
"Ready for what," she asks.
He turns toward the bar and motions to two young men. They begin to walk toward the table. He turns to her and says, "These are two of my friends. The blonde is Dave and the brown hair gentleman is Joe." They approach her and each politely offer her their hand.
She looks at the two young men standing before her. She had noticed them both when they came in. Both were tall and lean. Probably early twenties. She could feel her pussy moisten as she stared. "My two young friends here are going to take you out back into the parking lot and fuck you."
