Miranda slipped the strap of her sandal around her ankle and bent to fasten the tiny buckle. It glinted silver in the light from her dressing table and she stood back up, turning carefully as she checked herself in the mirror.
Her silver sandals had six inch heels and made her quite tall--something she enjoyed since she was usually only five foot four. She had no idea how tall Jake was, but figured she could take off the sandals when they got to his bed. Her silvery dress swirled loose around her hips, skimming mid thigh, the bodice snug across her generous breasts, almost too snug as one of the thin chain straps kept slipping down her shoulder. Her dark hair was caught up in a silver barrette, baring her graceful neck and she smiled at the way her favorite necklace nestled between her breasts, drawing the eye down to the pale swells. She smoothed her dress down over her tummy, feeling butterflies inside. The dress and shoes had been an impulse buy and had sat in her closet for almost a year. She couldn't get rid of them – she'd blown almost a whole paycheck on them – but she'd never had the courage to wear them out before.
Underneath the thin material she was naked and already quite damp. She wanted a naughty surprise for Jake; although she thought he might guess. After all, she'd been without panties in all their fantasies. She grabbed a small bag and her keys and left before the second thoughts got too loud.
Miranda sauntered out to the parking lot and got smoothly into her old sedan. She started the car, already playing with the seat belt and realized too late that the air conditioning went right up under the dress. A quick shudder went through her as she adjusted the vents. She'd never gone without panties in something this short before. Her usual skirts were heavy denim and down to her ankles. Well, it was worth it if he appreciated the surprise.
Even pointed away, the cool air in the car had her nipples hard and she felt her face flush with heat as the rest of her body reacted. She had to concentrate on driving, flashes of the dream, of their fantasies filling her mind. She was meeting him at a bar. What could happen at a bar?
The drive didn't seem long enough when she pulled into the small parking lot beside the bar. It was only half full, but she figured the night was early. It was just shy of eight, so she hoped Jake was already there and she wouldn't have to wait alone. Although, if he was late and a better offer came along...no, she really wanted to meet Jake.
Miranda took a deep breath as she opened the door to Mike's Place. She sauntered in, trying to look casual despite the butterflies. She glanced around, looking for a single guy by himself. It occurred to her that she should have gotten more details from Jake so she'd recognize him.
Wait. She felt her stomach drop as she saw a face she recognized. She'd seen him today, outside her lab class before the last session she had. The man's face lit up as their eyes connected and she felt frozen as he got up and came towards her.
"Hey, babe," he said softly, his eyes scanning her face.
"You...I...I saw you today," she blurted it out, the doubts growing louder by the second.
He looked sheepish and gave a small shrug. "I couldn't wait," he confessed, "I know it's creepy, but I'm not stalking you or anything. Really. I just knew you had a lab class today and thought maybe I could get a peek at you. It's the first time. Honest." His words were said quickly, but the tone of his voice wasn't anxious and she felt herself relax a little.
"It was a surprise," she explained. She had told him about her schedule. She'd complained about her classes many times during their conversations and she could understand curiosity. She hadn't even thought about trying to find him on campus. She took a good look at him – he was slightly taller than her in her heels and on the thin side. He had thick dark hair that curled around his ears – one silver earring – and bright green eyes. Those eyes sparkled at her.
"You're not upset, right?" he asked. He held out a hand and she slid her hand into his, letting him lead her back to the table he'd been at when she came in. "I just couldn't get you out of my mind and thought it wouldn't hurt."
"As long as you're not disappointed," she answered, watching his face as she slid into the chair he held for her.
"You're kidding...You're gorgeous and I already know the best parts of you," he dropped into the chair across from her, his eyes intent on her face. Then a look of doubt passed across his face. "What about you?"
Miranda smiled for the first time since she'd walked in. She leaned forward on her elbows and gave him a view down the front of her dress. "I think you're going to get a fantasy tonight," she whispered. His eyes darkened and she felt a tingle in her body.
"Thank God," he breathed, "After last night and seeing you sitting here, I'm on the edge already. I'd hate to have to go home alone." She laughed.
"I'd wondered," she murmured as the waitress walked up to the table.
"Can I get you guys something?" she asked.
"I figured a couple drinks before we go somewhere for dinner." Jake didn't take his eyes from Miranda.
"I'll have something light," Miranda said, glancing at the waitress. "What can you recommend?"
"The hard cider's pretty good," Jake commented. The waitress nodded. "That sound okay?" When Miranda nodded, he looked at the waitress. "A cider and a beer," he said. She disappeared after making a note in her book.
