I looked around the bar. It was a pretty simple joint compared to the ones I usually frequent. I felt a little out of place but I was pretty sure he'd be around soon. The waitress walked by and smiled, she wore tight little jeans and a cut off top. I had noticed this attire worn more and more frequently of late. I was starting to loose my nerve.
For one I had sworn I'd never meet someone I knew from online again, second he didn't know I was coming. Hell neither did I until this morning. My meeting had brought me within hours of him, it went better than originally planned and I had time. I found myself driving farther north. I knew the town, and I knew it was Friday night and they all meet at a bar.
The town was small enough only two bars. I picked the working man's bar. Gut choice. I was now questioning that choice all the way around. What if he didn't like what he saw. The camera hides many flaws in dim lighting. I took another drink of my screwdriver nearly ready to turn around and take my silly ass home. I mean this was so stupid. I heard some men walk in the door and I turned my head. I saw him. My heart jumped out of my chest it was beating so rapidly.
He wasn't alone there were other men with him. I had expected this as well. When the waitress walked over to check on me I motioned her closer. "The gentlemen over there, the one on the left, that is James right?"
"Yeah sweetie, in here pretty often, why?"
"Just making sure my eyes were working right, I haven't seen him in awhile." I lied.
She looked me up and down and smirked a bit. I thanked her as she walked off.
I finished what was left in my glass and wished I had another one.
This time I walked to the bar. The tender nodded.
"Two vodka shots please"
He smiled as he poured them. I downed one then the other. I didn't want to be drunk I just needed more nerve than what I was mustering. I sat for a minute waiting for the initial dizzy rush to pass so I could walk without stumbling over my heels. "Jessie what possessed you to wear heels in the first place" I looked at my black halter dress and remembered exactly what possessed me to wear heels.
I love this dress it swirls about my hips as I turn, and makes my top look larger than normal. If I bend forward I know the person gets a nice show. With my pale white skin, and my long legs the heels let me reach nearly 5' 10. I love being able to meet most men in the eye. In this dress I just look like I'm out to get fucked. After all that is what I'm looking for isn't it.
I walked to the table and placed my hand on his shoulder he turned to me and my heart skipped a beat. "James, how nice to see you." I smiled sweetly.
He was studying me. He recognized me but couldn't figure out from where. I smiled at him and giggled.
"Do we know each other?"
"Sorta" I slipped a piece of paper in his hand. It was a few lines of our last conversation.
He opened it and his eyes popped. He looked me up and down twice and back at the piece of paper. The he stood and pulled me to him. I giggled. We had been talking now for months.
When I pulled away he spun me around this time really looking at me. "Do I pass inspection?" I asked coyishly.
He nodded.
At that I leaned up and whispered in his ear, "So what happens when you add friction to fantasy?"