This was my lucky day. I finally got a business trip to St. Augustine. I had e-mailed Kat and asked her if I could meet her and perhaps take her and hubby out to dinner. By a miracle she agreed.
I arrived in Florida, rented a car, checked into my hotel, and then soon found myself at the designated meeting spot, a park crowded with people. I sat there for a while watching the people pass by when Kat and her hubby finally arrived. I had sent Kat a picture of me so she knew what I looked like, but nobody needed a picture to recognize Kat. As she and hubby approached, the crowd parted, like Moses and the Red Sea, everyone (especially the men and boys) turning to look at one of the planet's most stunning women. Kat was wearing open-toed high heels that showed her gorgeous legs off to best advantage, a short skirt and a silk blouse. She was a vision of loveliness.
I stood and extended a hand to Kat, but she kissed me sweetly on the cheek. I shook hubby's hand (as I wasn't looking for a kiss from him). Kat asked where I was staying and I told themr. Hubby looked me up and down, checking me out. I guess he must have determined that I was harmless because he gave Kat a kiss and a squeeze and then said good-bye.
"What's happening, Kat? I thought he was coming with us."
"No," she replied. "He has another appointment. He might join us later, however."
I couldn't believe my luck. Alone with Kat for the evening. I must be in heaven, I thought to myself.
"Well, where would you like to eat? I really don't know the area," I said.
"I know just the place," she said. "I'm such a picky eater, you know."
We went to a quaint cafe and had a marvelous dinner and excellent conversation. When we were through, Kat asked if I like to play pool.
I said sure, even though I hadn't played since college. So we went to a small bar that had a few pool tables to one side. We got a table and began to play. Kat knew her way around the table and she handled the cue with deft accuracy. On the other hand, I only played with the intent of not looking like a complete pool moron.
Kat would bend over the table, stretching to make a shot and her skirt would hike up, revealing her white-thonged ass. This sight was not lost on me or anybody in and around the tables. Suddenly our little game became a spectator sport. It was amazing how many of the stretch shots Kat seemed to be taking. Then I realized that she was doing it on purpose. She would stretch out across the table, and then look back over her shoulder with that innocent-yet-not-so-innocent look and purr, "I hope I make this one."