I studied myself for several minutes in the full-length mirror pleased by the perfect combination of a Victoria Secret push up bra and a form fitting tank top. I ran my hands over my cleavage and then down over my curves. I twisted and turned myself into sexy poses. I spun around and got the best view of my ass as I could. I wanted my jean skirt to be short but not too short. I wanted to look like I was willing to have sex but not that it was guaranteed.
Thanks to an online profile and a swipe to the right, I got to know Nick. He is a hot as all hell, twenty-seven-year-old flight attendant who is into muscle cars and morning sex. Nick got to know me as Misty, the twenty-two-year-old woman who likes beer pong and latte's and not Amelia Anadide the eighteen-year-old high school virgin who just traded her braces for breasts. Nick will never know about flat-chested and mousy haired Amelia who never had a boyfriend. Online, we flirted with each other like crazy and tonight we were finally meeting up in person. I knew I had to look the part. I studied myself in the mirror one last time to make sure there was nothing that indicated I was still in high school; there wasn't. I puckered my lips and applied a warm red shade. It made me feel bold and empowered. I went minimal on jewelry opting for just small silver hoops for my ears.
I glanced over at the clock, "shit" it was already quarter to six! Nicks train was set to arrive at seven. I need to hurry if I was going to make it there in time. I hurried out of the two-story home I lived in all my life in excited anticipation for a night out with Nick.
I let my mind wander freely as I made my way to the train station. It was three towns over, so I had time to think. I imagined Nick emerging from the train, wearing a suit and tie; roses in hand. He sweeps me off my feet with a romantic night of candle light, fine food, and ballroom dancing. Our eyes meet, we instantly fall in love. He runs his hand through my hair and he kisses me under the moon light. Boring I thought. I need a better fantasy. So I imagined meeting Nick on a deserted train platform. He is wearing ripped jeans and a ratty tee shirt. His is splotched from head to toe in black grease. He apologizes to me for his appearance, but he lost track of time working on his Mustang. I feel myself getting wet just looking at him. I imagine him growing erect at the sight of my breasts threatening to pour out over my top. Lust filled and weak willed from the anticipation we claw at each other as we begin to passionately kiss. I feel his hands on my breasts, then my ass, next on my thighs. I adjust my stance to allow him access between my legs. He begins to caress my pussy as I nibble on his lips and caress his tongue with mine. We don't speak to one another. We both know what we want. Nick shoves my body against the glass wall of the vestibule. He lifts my skirt around my waist. My breathing grows heavy and fast as my juices begin to saturate my panties. I watch as Nick undoes his jeans to expose a long, thick, hard, cock. I pull my panties down and allow them to fall to the ground. He lifts my leg up leans closer into me and enters. I moan as he fucks me right there in the open. The harder and faster he plunges into me the harder and deeper I sink my nails into his back. I am beyond turned on by allowing this stranger to have his way with me. That's when I noticed that I was obviously way too turned on. As I broke out of my fantasy I realized that I had been grinding into my seat. I wonder if anyone else out on the road could tell what I was doing? I sheepishly peered into the cars around me. No one seemed to be looking at me strangely, thank god. I think I would have been mortified if I had been caught! Deciding that that was enough fantasizing, I turned on the radio and listened to music the rest of the way there.
The train arrived from Long Island right on time. My heart pounded as I watched Nick emerge on to the platform. His sandy blonde hair shook in the light breeze while his muscles undulated beneath a perfect late summer tan. He wasn't greasy, but he was in jeans and a tee shirt. I felt my cheeks grow warm remembering my steamy fantasy. I quickly composed myself and got out of the car to greet him. He recognized me and made his way over.
"So nice to finally meet you," he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I can tell that he tried not to completely stare down into my chest, but I could tell he liked what he saw. As his hug lingered I felt him grow hard against my body. I let it thrill me for a moment, but nothing longer than that. I wasn't planning on making my fantasy a reality. I broke away from the hug and smiled up at him. He towered over my five-foot-three frame.
"So nice to finally meet you to," I said maintaining my smile. "How was your ride?"
"Not bad, but I could use a drink," he grinned. His smile was a little crooked, but I decided that it gave him a certain charm. I told him to get into the car and I would take him over to a place where we can get a drink and a bite to eat for dinner.
I was excited to test out the fake id I had gotten months ago during an impromptu trip in to the city with a friend of mine. I had forgotten all about it until Nick came into my life. As it turned out however, I never even got carded. I was a little bummed, but I guess when you order wine with dinner it doesn't really scream underage girl looking to party. Nick and I had wonderful dinner conversation. Nick talked about all the places he had been to because of his job and I talked about all the places I had studied about and one day wanted to go to. He gave me great recommendations and even talked about places he would like to take me to one day. Nick decided that we would have great fun dancing in Barcelona, and picnicking in Paris, he even said he would love to take me on a Nile river cruise. I was so caught up in our conversation that the waiter startled me when he asked if I would like a second glass of Malbec. I decided that Misty was a two glass of wine kind of woman and agreed to have the waiter bring me another. By the time I finished my second glass I was giggling at everything and irresponsibly ordering a third. I looked over at Nick who was still nursing his first beer. For a moment I panicked. Was I not supposed to drink this much on a first date? Was I being sloppy or inappropriate? I sat up straight and did my best not to act like I was extremely buzzed. Nick flashed his crooked grin again.
"It's ok that you like to drink, he said. "Don't hold back on my account please. I like it when a woman lets loose and does what she wants." Me too, I thought. Cheers to woman doing what they want. I lifted my wine glass and said just that. Nick chuckled a bit and our glasses met with a clink. I ended dinner with a half-eaten piece of sea bass and four glasses of wine to my head. I had to admit I was now drunk. On our way out, I handed Nick my car keys and gave him directions to the near by inlet that couples liked to park and make out at. I was feeling emboldened and very curious. I couldn't wait to make out with Nick.
It was a gorgeous summer night and once we arrived at the inlet I was bummed to see how crowded it was. It didn't take long to realize we were not going to get a parking spot. Not giving up hope for a steamy make out session I had one more spot in mind.
"I know a really cool spot to go to instead," I offered. "It's not far I assured him and its private." I didn't want him to get discouraged and decide to drive back to the train station. "It's called
the spot,
" I said giggling. I imagined my self being very sexy as I said
the spot.
"The spot huh, Nick teased.
"Yes, the spot," I repeated.
"What's at the spot?" Nick asked in a very flirtatious voice.
"You'll see," I answered back being just as flirtatious. I gave him some quick directions and before long we were driving down a dark narrow dirt road.The silhouette of the Hazletown bridge was all that could be seen in the distance. I instructed Nick to cut off the headlights about half way down and when I saw the clearing by the trees I told him to turn off and face the water. Most people didn't know about this access road. If you kept going it would lead you right under the bridge. My father was a bridge and tunnel inspector, so I knew about this place since I was a kid. Nick rolled down the windows and turned off the engine. I leaned into the passenger seat and listened to the water smack against the rocks. I glanced over at Nick a couple times to see if I could read what he was thinking. Did he want to kiss me? Please want to kiss me. I don't want to end this night with out a kiss.
"It's peaceful out here" Nick said clearing his throat and placing his hand on my thigh. That hand sent sparks flying throughout my body. I almost had to catch my breath.
"It's my favorite place to come and be alone," I said. Hoping that my voice wasn't trembling as I dropped the hint.
