Note to readers: This is a true story, but the names of those involved have been changed to protect their identities. Enjoy!
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Allie was a good-looking, fun-loving, full-figured woman. She was average height, at 5' 3" tall and was 200 lbs. She was married to a man for almost 15 years. He was a real jerk and was always yelling at Allie about things that he could do himself that he wanted her to do for him. She was always being bossed around and it was making her angry. She was also sexually frustrated because her husband practically ignored her in the bedroom. She was talking to her friend George online one day and he told her about this one site online that she should check out. She went on the site, filled out a profile and put her picture on it. She hoped the site would help her frustration.
A couple days after she completed the profile on the site, she received her first message from a man who wanted to chat with her. She replied to the email he sent and they began chatting on the instant messenger. They chatted for a couple of weeks before finally setting up a time and place to meet discreetly. They agreed to meet for coffee at the local McDonald's on a Friday morning after Allie took her kids to school, while her husband was at work. She dressed carefully, pulling on a white t-shirt over her white lace bra, and white thong panties under her tight black denim jeans and her sneakers. She brushed her long blond hair until it shone like gold silk falling down past her waist. She applied only a little bit of make-up, some light blue eyeshadow and a pale pink lipstick.
She dropped off the kids then went on to the McDonald's restaurant. She went inside, ordered coffee and an Egg McMuffin and hash browns, then looked around to see if he was there yet. She didn't see him so when she received her order, she went to the booth in the corner by the window and sat down to eat. She was watching out the window for a black dodge truck, which is what he said he'd be driving. She was very nervous about meeting him and a bit scared that someone she knew would see her here. She was just picking up her coffee when she glanced out the window and saw that truck pull into the parking lot right by the window where she was sitting. He was sitting there watching her and smiling. She smiled back and waved him to come inside.
He got out of the truck with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and came inside. She never took her eyes off him as he strolled right to her table and gave her the flowers. She thanked him and he went to the counter to order his breakfast. She lifted the flowers to her nose and inhaled deeply of their sweet fragrance. There were daisies and carnations surrounding a single red rose with some babies breath and leafy green fronds too. She looked up to see him coming toward her with a tray in his hands. He sat across from her and smiled, then said, "Hi Allie. I'm Charlie. It's nice to finally meet you." She agreed and took a sip of her coffee. She sat there looking at him and thought he was the most handsome man she'd seen in a long time.
He was well built and muscular but not too big. His hair was jet black and shoulder length but there was a stubborn lock of hair that kept falling across his forehead. Her hand itched to reach over the table and push it back for him, but she resisted that urge. His eyes held her captive with their icy blue coloring, like a summer sky. He had a firm straight nose and full lips that were teasing her with their sensuality. He had a little dimple in his right cheek when he smiled at her and his teeth were bright white and straight. She noticed his hands were work-roughened and callused but she didn't mind that. All she could think of was feeling his hands moving over her naked skin.
He smiled at her and asked, "Are you ok, Allie? You seem to be breathing a little hard and your skin is flushed." She looked at him, wide-eyed with surprise at being caught daydreaming about him that way, and said after clearing her throat, "Yeah Charlie, I'm fine. Just surprised at how handsome you are in person. Your pics don't do you justice. How's your breakfast?" He said, "My breakfast is fine, but you are much finer. Your skin looks like roses when you blush, and your eyes are like a pair of emeralds sparkling in the sun. I know what you are thinking about, Allie. It's quite evident just by looking at your shirt." He chuckled when she quickly looked down at her shirt to see that even through her bra, her nipples were poking out against the 2 thin layers of fabric. She blushed a deeper shade of red and quickly crossed her arms over her chest.