Lynn's fingers clutched the steering wheel as she sat in the parking lot of the book store. Nervously she glanced around making sure she did not recognize any of the people or cars. Her hand moved to the door handle but stopped. This is crazy she thought jamming the key back in the ignition. He probably won't show up, and even if he does, he won't talk to me, once he sees me he will just keep on walking.
"What if he does show up?" She whispered to herself. She looked in the rearview mirror at her reflection then took a deep breath.
"Its time to quit being a coward," she said into the mirror. Grabbing her purse she opened the car door and slowly walked up the path to her favorite book store.
The scent of coffee called to her but she kept walking, afraid of making a mistake, what if she got the coffee and spilled it on herself, and then he really showed up, or worse she spilled it on him and he left. Smiling at her own vivid imagination she shook her head and wandered around the store.
As she entered the poetry section she felt her heart pounding and almost turned around. The row was empty so she took a deep breath and let it out trying to calm herself down.
Lynn still couldn't believe she had agreed to this meeting in the first place. They had emailed each other for months, He was single, happy for the most part and why he enjoyed talking to her she still hadn't really figured out. She had tried to be honest with him, she was in the process of ending her marriage, she had children, she was chunky, and still he wrote her. Everyday when she signed on to her computer she expected him to be gone, if he didn't email her one day, she would think this is it he's gone now and she would be surprised when she found another email waiting for her.
Lynn had agreed to meet him but only on her terms, a public place, she would tell him what she was wearing, and where she would be, then he could show up, and when he realized his mistake he could quietly walk away without ever saying a word. Of course he assured her he wouldn't just walk away and she even pretended to agree.
As she stood staring without seeing the book of poetry in her hands a woman jostled her and she almost dropped the book. Fumbling she tried to catch it before it fell. A strong hand closed over the book, and partially over hers.
"Lynn, you have to be nice to the books or you get in trouble," came a teasing whisper from the man standing closely beside her. He gently took the book from her hands and looked at the binding.
"Nice choice." He said handing it back to her.
As Lynn reached out to take the book back her hands shook. He covered her hand with his; it felt rough and calloused and made her skin heat up with excitement.
"Look at me Lynn." He demanded softly as he stroked his thumb over her fingers. With a half smile she raised her eyes to his. He could see the fear and had to restrain himself from reaching out to touch her lips. He tried to tamp down the thought of them wrapped around him sucking and pleasing him. He smiled at her.
"You know how hard it is for me to stand here and not touch you?" he asked as he worked hard not to let his eyes drift down to her full pale cleavage.
"Oh Paul, I can't believe your really here." she whispered. He sighed at the disbelief. He didn't like her lack of self confidence, a little fear could be fun but this was too much. With a glance around to make sure they were alone, he leaned closer until his lips touched her ear.
"I just want a little taste." he said as he slowly slid his hand down her back and caressed her rounded bottom giving her a squeeze as he slid his hand down to the top of her thighs and back up. Her soft gasp made him grin. He nipped her ear with his teeth and then licked the skin just below it before stepping back to give her a little breathing space.
Lynn sighed with pleasure. Her heart was racing and his touches burned like fire through her. Without thinking she put her hand up, took a half step closer and pressed her hand lightly to his chest. His heart thudded underneath it. He reached up and covered her hand.
"I'm going to end up embarrassing us both if you touch me like this." He said even as he held her hand against his skin. Lynn smiled and slowly slid her fingers lower. The blush on her pale skin was deep as she let two fingers rest snuggling against the snap of his jeans. He groaned and leaned forward again
"I want you to come with me." He said quietly yet with authority. He closed his hand around hers.
"Will you come with me?" He asked waiting for her reply. She hesitated, and started to pull away, her uncertainty and fear tugging at her. Then she looked up at him and he held her gaze. Slowly she nodded her head. This was a man who could make her do just about anything she thought to herself.
It had been like this since the first email they had exchanged, every time; he said something or asked something that surprised her. He always seemed to know what she was feeling, what she needed, and more than that she felt safe and protected. Lynn smiled slowly and nodded her head.
"Yes, I'll come." He grabbed the book from her hands and tugged her towards the cashiers. He kept his hands to himself as he paid for the book and held the door for her as they left. Lynn couldn't help glancing around afraid someone might recognize her and wonder or worse say something. She didn't want to explain or share.
"Get in your car and follow me." He said as they walked towards the parking lot. He got into a mid-size truck that was parked several spots away from her car. Lynn's heart was pounding as she followed the blue pickup out of the parking lot and on to the freeway. As he exited the freeway she followed, her stomach quivering as she pushed the gas petal down to keep up with him. He drove out of the city, she was starting to worry again as the road became a dirt road and he finally came to a stop in the middle of nowhere.
He got out of his truck and walked towards her car. He smiled at her as he opened her door. Lynn took his hand and climbed out of the car. Gently he pushed her back against the car his hands on either side of her. He held himself just inches away from her.
"I need to kiss you Lynn." He said as his mouth came down on hers. She whimpered as he finally touched her with just his mouth, his lips pressing and rubbing against hers. He moved so slowly just nibbling and tasting her lips. When she sighed he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The warm heat of her mouth as she sucked on his tongue had him edging closer, fighting not to pull her against him. He drew back from her and rested his forehead against hers trying to slow down his breathing, Then he let his hands slide down her arms and rest at her waist.
"I don't think the picture you sent me does you justice." He said as he lifted one hand and laid the back of it between her breasts. The soft skin felt silky as he moved his hand softly over her.
"What color is your bra Lynn?" Paul asked as his fingers slid back and forth in the valley of her breasts.
"Purple..." Lynn whispered.
"Show me." Paul demanded. He lowered his hand and waited watching her. He loved the blush that stole over her cheeks, he loved the fact his words embarrassed her, because he knew it was partially arousal too.
