This story is pure fantasy, but it might come true some day...
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I was more than a little nervous to meet Pam. We had been talking on a chat site for several months and we just kind of clicked. Unfortunately, we live several hours and a few states from each other. We decided to meet in a small town half-way between our homes and spend some time together and sort of see where things went from there. The date, Valentine's Day, was the only weekend we could both get away, purely a coincidence.
I got to town first and found a spot in the little café to wait. I texted her my location and she said she would only be a few minutes. My gut was churning with nerves. I found myself playing with the sugar packets like a little kid. At the jingle of the bell on the door I looked up.
Pam stood in the doorway, with the sun backlighting her through the glass door. It was an amazing sight. Some of her hair had escaped her ponytail and it framed her face in a ring of light. Even better was the sun shining through her skirt showing her slim legs, like those early photos of Lady Diana Spencer when she worked at the daycare and the press showed up and photographed her, she had forgotten to wear a slip to work that day. It was so innocent, so sexy.
She paused, looking for me, then catching my eye, she smiled and headed towards my table. I slid my chair back and stood up, unsure what the correct protocol was in this situation. As she approached me, she reached both arms out, "Al!" she smiled. I folded her into my arms and she fit perfectly. I smiled when she stuck her nose into my neck, blatantly inhaling my scent. I found myself enjoying the softness of her breasts pushing against my chest, and the scent of her hair. After perhaps too long, we untangled and sat at the table. Rather than sitting across the square table from me, she sat around the corner, kind of facing me with her legs to the side rather than under the table.
She wore a thin, dark green top. The scoop neck showed a tempting amount of cleavage. Her green skirt came to just above her knees, with bare legs and flats below. At 5'9" she had a lot of leg to show. As she sat, she scrunched her skirt above her knees, casually giving me a view of her beautiful thighs. She sat confidently, with her back straight and her knees together.
"It's been forever since I've seen a picture of you. I am happy to see you are still devastatingly handsome," she smiled, tucking an errant piece of hair behind her ear.
"I...you...I can't believe we are here-this is really happening. You look amazing!"
"Why, thank you. I've never done this before, you know, meeting someone in real life, I am not sure what happens next. It's like I know you, but I don't know you."
"We can take care of that right now," I leaned forward and took her hand in mine.
It was like catching up with an old friend, we talked about our drives here, college football, books, family, funny stories from life...it was so easy to visit with her. The waitress came by three times before we even looked at the menu.
Occasionally I would catch her with her legs crossed and a bare foot swinging above her shoe on the floor. Her toes were long and straight; neatly manicured. She had painted her toenails a metallic pink color which suited her skin tone.
Over a shared plate of steak nachos, we talked about dating.
"At our age it's so hard to date in a small town. You know too much about everyone's history. I married a guy from a different small town. If I been from his small town, I would have known better." She rolled her eyes and smoothed the vinyl table cloth with her fingertips.
"Ha. I knew what I was getting into and I still did it," I smiled wryly.
"Love brings out the optimism in a person, doesn't it?"
"Love, desperation, sometimes it's difficult to tell the difference."
She blushed and looked down for a moment. When she looked up her face was softer. "I am really looking forward to tonight."
"We don't have to wait that long, you know."
"I know. I just...I just want to wait a bit. I don't want this to feel like a one-night stand."
"I don't either. We have all weekend. I just hope I won't need to lie in my diary about getting laid," I teased.
She laughed out loud, "You won't!"
I loved making her smile, and her laugh was relaxed and confident.
We finished our nachos and we went to the counter to pay. When I pulled out my wallet Pam noticed my initials stenciled onto my wallet, "J-E-G? How does Al come from a J, or an E for that matter?"
"Ha! Good question, my first name is J-U-B-A-L."
"Like the Sacketts?"
"My father was a big fan."
"I loved that book," and she stood on her toes to kiss my cheek, whispering, "Jubal."
As we left, she slipped her hand into mine companionably. We flirted a bit as we walked to my pickup and drove around talking, looking for something to do for the rest of the afternoon. I really wanted to jump in the sack but I didn't want her to think that was all I was after, which was becoming true. I hadn't clicked like this with someone in a long time.
The town we met in was similar to the towns we lived in, except we didn't know anybody here. There was a railroad, grain elevator, farms dotted the valley and cows dotted the grassy hills. The weather was unseasonably warm for February and when we found a state park, we spent the afternoon exploring a foot trail. Every chance we got, we held hands, Pam occasionally brushing her breast against my arm, as if to make sure I was real. I was real and getting real hard from all the "accidental" bumps.
The trail crossed a creek and we stood at the top of the bridge looking down on the icy creek below. She turned towards me and I backed her up against the railing and took her face in my hands. I leaned down, and our lips met. We kissed tentatively at first, then her lips parted, and I hungrily kissed her, wanting to taste as much of her as I could. She responded by holding my arms and pulling the top half of herself closer to me. I slid a hand down her side to grab her ass and pull the bottom half of her towards me. We kissed like that until we heard a family coming up the trail.
When the sun went down we found a steak house/dance hall that looked likely. We ordered and enjoyed a drink while we waited. As the evening progressed, the band started with a George Strait cover, so we hit the floor. She snugged up close to me and we two-stepped around the floor. She was light on her feet and when I gave her a spin, her skirt flew up around her thighs. Even better, I was tall enough to get a nice peek down her cleavage, and I took advantage of the view as often as I could without being obvious. She moved lightly on her feet, and with only a few missteps, we managed to look like we had been dancing for years.
