Emma entered the café. She was a bit apprehensive – what would he be like? Why had she even agreed to this? She glanced down at her chosen outfit – a short denim skirt that showed off her tanned and toned smooth legs. She had chosen to wear her high heels to emphasise her legs, although her thin top clung to the shape of her pert breasts meaning most guys wouldn't know where to look first. She was glad that she had grabbed her jacket as she left home as the top had big gaps at the sides. It was what she called her 'sideboob top' which was part of the treat for her visitor.
She thought of her fiancé – and the impending wedding. Was that why she was here – some sort of final fling before the deed was done? Was she seeking assurance that her chosen life partner was the one?
She cast her mind back to when she wandered into that internet chat room a few months ago. Just looking for fun she told herself, and now she was here at this café to meet a total stranger who she only knew by snippets of his life through the chat room and some pictures – mostly of his cock! She giggled to herself that the only way she might recognise him was if his cock was on the table in front of him laid out like a prime sausage on a butchers slab.
Across the café a guy sat facing the door. She walked across the shiny tiled floor letting her breasts jiggle as she walked. The guy rose out of his seat as she walked across the floor and she realised this must be him. Several guys in the café looked up, attracted to her slim body, raven hair and a skirt so short it only just covered the cheeks of her ass. As she approached the guy she saw he had brown hair, was quite tall, about 6 feet she thought and a huge smile. He pulled out the leatherette covered chair and beckoned her to sit down so that she faced towards the corner.
'Thank you for coming' he said. 'It's great to see the real you – and you look amazing! Your pictures do not do you justice'.
'Why thank you – you are quite a gent. I didn't know what to expect today. I haven't seen your face only.... your cock' she whispered. It had been a lot easier chatting naughtily to a stranger online than talking face to face.
Guessing she might need something to make her more at ease Matt had bought a bottle of wine and 2 shots.
'Here' he said passing the small shot glass across the table. 'Ready – down in one!'
They both drained the glass. Emma stifled a cough –'Wow that's strong, are you trying to get me drunk?'
'Its Schnapps – and yes!'
She felt it warming as it ran down her throat – and as they chatted she started to feel more at ease.
Matt opened the wine bottle and poured a large glass twisting the bottle as he finished stopping any drips.
'Professional' said Emma.
'Well I do like a glass or two. You know what happens if I drink too much'
Emma smiled at the recollection of Matt's holiday story. Sat in front of her he looked so steady. Almost too steady – like an accountant or Civil Servant, but his chat room stories portrayed a wild side that intrigued her. In fact that was mainly why she was here.
They chatted about their day, the café premises, in fact normal chit chat that two old friends might discuss. Matt was easy to talk to, and easy on the eye although not like a clothes model or media type – just approachable. Emma leaned back in her chair. She felt at ease, and attracted to her new friend. She glanced at her top and noticed her nipples were quite erect although it wasn't at all cold in the café.
It was now well after lunchtime and the café was fairly empty when Matt got two more shots at the bar.
'You love your shots!'
'This one is Austrian. Why it's for sale in Wigan I don't know as it is supposed to help you ski!'
'How can it help you ski?'
'Well, ski-ing is partly skill, but partly overcoming your fear of something new – like ski-ing headlong down a new run – so they sell it in the mountain top cafes'
'You ski?'
'Not recently – but just in case you ever go I will show you the exercise to strengthen your thigh muscles'.
Matt got out of his seat, flashed a wicked smile at her and made the shape of a chair against the wall – his back flat to the wall and his thighs and lower legs at right angles to each other which tensed his calf and thigh muscles. Emma pursed her lips as she was sure she could see a hardening cock down the leg of one side of the trousers.
Matt sat down.
'That's impressive – but tell me – are you excited to see me?' said Emma.
'Yes babe!' said Matt, knowing his exercise did reveal his excitement at seeing her. After all, who needs to know how to ski in Wigan – it was all about giving her a glimpse of his cock!
'As you know, I am here for my treat, my prize for writing you an erotic story. I hope you are wearing my favourite top'
'I did babe, and no bra either' Emma murmured, and pulled her jacket slightly aside to reveal the 'sideboob' top. Feeling frisky she slid one edge in a little revealing the perfect curve of her breast, but not the nipple, although with the drinks taking effect she did feel like flashing her perfect boobs at her café buddy.
'Perfect', just perfect' said Matt, pouring another glass of wine and then chinking Emma's glass in a kind of salute to her gorgeousness.
Emma then felt a leg rub up hers under the table. Just a little at first, but then up to her knee and as far along her thigh as Matt could reach.
'You are braless, but are you knickerless as well?' whispered Matt.
'Wouldn't you like to know!' came the reply and Emma leant back in her seat with her legs slightly parted making the small skirt ride up a little. She closed and widened her legs a few times making the tiny skirt ride up further. She felt in control, and empowered by the drinks she didn't care if anyone could see.
'Go and get me a coffee – but take a close look as you walk past me'
Matt stood up, and as soon as he did he saw Emma's skirt was effectively redundant – and her totally bald pussy was on view.
