PLEASE NOTE: This is a continuation of the story, "An Erotic Exchange" in which I describe the emails exchanged between the two people involved, and how this correspondence led up to their tryst in the coffee shop.
Jane Franklin, AKA Jiggly Jane, sat by herself at a small table in Maxine's coffee shop. She had made a point of choosing a spot where she could sit and wait for the arrival of the young man she expected to meet there. They were supposed to arrive at ten o'clock, so she had gotten there twenty minutes early to watch for him. So far, nobody inside the café looked like the picture she had committed to memory, and nobody was wearing the clothing she expected to see. If he failed to show up, she would write off the whole experience, but Jane was so horny she fervently hoped he would keep the date. Her dildo would help, if necessary, but she was thinking about the methods Superdude said he intended to use in alleviating her horniness, and hoping that he would appear, drive to her apartment, and do what he had said he would,
Promptly at ten, a young man walked in. Jane spotted him as he stood in the doorway and was sure he was the man she was expecting. He seemed to be slightly less than the six feet tall he had credited himself with being, but that was no problem. She was more interested in the other dimension, the seven inches he had told her about, and which had been displayed on the other picture that Superdude had emailed her. He was wearing the appropriate red jacket, which was needed anyhow because it was a fairly cool morning, and blue jeans and white sneakers. As she watched, he went to the counter, was served a cup of coffee, and stood sipping it while looking around at the few other patrons in the coffee shop. She partly stood up, and pulled her sweater away from the front of her body, showing off the cleavage that she knew Superdude would be looking for.
Daryl Jensen's eyes scanned the interior of Maxine's Coffee Shop, hoping the woman who was to meet him would be there. He hadn't seen her face, but the picture of her voluptuous nude body had been enough to induce him to drive ten miles that morning to get to know her, including in the biblical sense. In the corner, he saw an attractive, pleasant looking woman who had just stood up and was looking in his direction. She seemed to be the right age and to answer the description he had been given, and she was smiling, apparently at him. Daryl hoped she was the one. The unknown customer had light brown hair and the wide hips he had pictured, wrapped in a bulky, dark skirt. She also had big, luscious breasts like the woman he had come to find, so big they were almost spilling out of her low-cut red blouse. Coffee in hand, he started walking in her direction.
"Jane?" he queried her, when he was close enough to address he in a normal voice.
Her smile grew wider. "Superdude?" she asked.
"That's me. You look as good as I've been picturing you." He noticed her cup was empty. "Can I get you another cup of coffee? Anything else, like a doughnut?"
"No, just some coffee, with a little cream and sugar. Why don't we go out to the back porch for a little more privacy?"
"Good idea."
He started to go back to the counter, but stopped before he got there in order to watch Jane walk out the back door. She looked even better from the back than she had from the front, with her big ass and wide hips. Daryl was a firm believer that real women have curves, and the woman who called herself Jiggly Jane had some of the curviest curves he had ever seen. After the door closed behind her, and she was no longer in his field of vision, he completed his errand at the counter and got refills of coffee for both of them.
When he joined her on the back porch, he could see why she wanted to be there. It was a cool day, but she had a sweater covering her shoulders, but not the luscious breasts that seemed to be even more on display than they had been while they were inside. The cool air would probably keep anybody from coming outside, so they would be able to talk and get to know each other. Even if anybody did prefer sitting in the chilly breeze, Jane was sitting with her back near the wall and would be able to see anybody who might happen to get too close for their privacy. He placed the coffee on the table and sat down in the chair beside her, giving himself a view of the back door also. He placed one hand on the table while his other arm rested on the back of her chair.
As soon as the young man sat beside her, Jane moved her seat closer, so their legs were pressed together, and leaned back against his arm. She had been immediately attracted to the young man, and hoped they wouldn't spend too much time in the cool breeze, when she had a warm apartment with a soft bed waiting for them. Jane had made the bed that morning using her brand new sheets with the high thread count, and she was anxious to get back there with him so they could break them in properly.
"Jane is my real name, but what should I call you?"
"Daryl. I'm not really all that super, but it's a nice sounding handle."
"Daryl, huh? Do you have a brother named Larry and another brother named Daryl?"
"No and no. But you'd be surprised how many people ask me that."
"Sorry, but I just couldn't resist.""
"That's okay. I didn't say it bothered me."