Amelia was running late, as usual. She had hoped that things would have gone right this time. Instead, she was caught by a train - a long train - and then an accident that nobody was hurt, but which stopped traffic for almost thirty minutes while they cleared the road. She sat at the last red light and pondered why her luck was so shoddy when it came to being on time for anything. Even as a newborn, she was 2 weeks overdue and her mother had had to be induced into labor. Shaking her head, she mused that if she had been on time, the rest of her life would be on time as well.
She pulled into the parking lot and her stomach lurched. Her nerves would have been bad enough had she been on time, but to be this late made it even worse. If he was still here, she thought, he will be very upset. She checked her makeup in the rearview mirror one last time before getting out to face her date.
They had met on the internet in a chat room. Amelia loved chatting with him, and when he announced that he was going to be flying in to her hometown, she jumped at the chance to meet him in person. Brantly Miles Hughton. A powerful name. A name to be reckoned with. Amelia shuddered and thought of the tongue lashing she was going to get when she reached the terminal.
She walked into the airport's grand lobby and scanned the arrival times and noted that his flight was on time, and in gate 38E. She headed to that gate hoping that Brantly was still in that area. She was about 20 minutes late, but when one waits by oneself, that is a long time. Especially if it is for a ride.
He watched the entrance for signs of his late date. He amused himself with people watching until she arrived. As soon as she entered the terminal area he studied her. She looked very nervous and frustrated. He smiled to himself.
She wore a white blouse with a lacy camisole under it. Her shapely hips and thighs, slightly larger than the national average, were encased in a sleek mini skirt that hugged her thighs sensuously. Her hips swayed naturally and he felt a stirring in his loins. He crossed his legs and continued to watch her. Her feet were confined in pretty albeit painful looking leather pumps that added about three inches to her overall five foot four inch height.
She looked his direction and he smiled at her. Amelia's faced flashed recognition and she glided to him. Brant stood and she had to look up to see him. His height was much larger at six feet five inches. Amelia immediately noted his broad shoulders and his dimples. A dirty thought ran through her mind; and as she quenched the thought, her cheeks blushed slightly. She smiled at him.
"I am so sorry that I am late. I even left an hour early to make sure I got here in time." Then almost as if to herself she added. "If only I hadn't been caught by that train." She sighed.
"It's quite all right, it actually gave me time to get my bearings before I saw you. You look lovely, by the way." He smiled his million dollar smile at her, and she visibly relaxed.
"Have you gotten your luggage out of claims yet?"
"Yes, it is over there." Brant pointed to a small pile of suitcases and bags. "I didn't want to have anyone trip over them where I was sitting, so I put them over by the wall." They walked over to the luggage and began to grab various items to carry.
Each time she bent over to pick up an item, he caught a glance of a valley as her blouse fell forward. He felt a stirring again and wondered how on earth she could do that to him. They walked to her car and she opened the trunk to store his things and as he loaded the trunk, she unlocked the car and started it up.
He finished packing the trunk and walked to the passenger side of the car in time to see a flash of bare thigh, bare above the thigh high stockings. He smiled at the sight before opening the door and sitting down. Since the car had bucket seats, he was able to push the seat all the way back and be comfortable for a change.
"Where do you want to go first?" Amelia asked Brantly, as much to hear his sexy voice again as to know the answer to the question.
"How about dinner? I am famished, and the airline food wasn't very filling. Where would you suggest?"
"What are you in the mood for? American, Italian, German, French, Greek, Chinese or perhaps Japanese?"
"Mmmmm. They all sound good. What about Mexican, though? Other than Taco Bell, of course."
"We have a Chi Chi's or a Don Pablo's. Both have pretty good food, the prices are comparable, but one is further away. It depends on how hungry you are. I prefer the atmosphere in Don Pablo's. to Chi Chi's, but Chi Chi's is closer by about half an hour. Up to you though." Amelia turned onto the highway that would lead to either restaurant.
"Well, how about taking the extra half hour and going to the better ambiance? We can talk and be better acquainted when we get there, then."
"Fine with me. Or if you want, you can get some rest so that you aren't beat tonight. We can talk over dinner, silence doesn't bother me like some women."
"Well, if you put it that way, I think I might take a short nap. How long will it take to get there?"
"Well, from where we are now, it will take about forty minutes. Plenty of time for a short nap. I will wake you when we get close. You can use one of the little pillows in the back seat and recline the seat to get more comfortable. I have a blanket in the trunk if that will help too."
"Thank you, but I think that I will be warm enough." Brantly laid back and immediately went to sleep. He had a soft snore that Amelia found charming.
She turned on the CD player and heard Debussy's Claire de Lune mark the time go by. As song came and went, so did the miles. She gently woke him to tell him that they would be there in less than ten minutes. She wanted to give him time to wake up before pulling into the parking lot. He stretched and seemed a bit more rested, and she was glad that he slept.
She took her time in appraising the man in the seat next to her. He was tall, but not too thin. He seemed to have a soft, rather than hard, belly. He also had love handles, she thought. His legs were long and even through his slacks she could tell that they were muscular. His legs weren't what had held her attention though.
She had stolen many glances at his crotch area. He seemed to have it all. broad build, strength, handsome looks and a sizable package. She giggled at the thought and wondered if he could tell what she was thinking about. She pulled into the lot and regretfully she turned off the engine, which cut off her favorite song on the CD; Humoresque by Dvorak.
They walked hand in hand into the restaurant, it felt natural to do so. He told them the name and asked for a table for two. They were told it would be about a fifteen minute wait, but they were welcome to use the bar facilities as they waited. They sat at a table in the bar and ordered margaritas, he ordered regular and she ordered strawberry. They chit chatted as they waited for their table, and by the time they were seated at their dinner table, they felt very comfortable with one another.
