## My first attempt at erotic writing and barely a Reddit user – using an anon account to avoid embarrassment – hoping to live out a few fantasies, and help others along the way. Let me know if you’d like to see a second chapter. Thanks for taking the time to read!
I had butterflies in my stomach. As I sat at that table, I thought I was going to throw up – “I should have had lunch.” I thought to myself.
Lunch was the last of my worries. I shouldn’t be there – I knew that it was wrong. I was in a long term relationship, as was she.
She hadn’t arrived yet – the suspense was killing me. I tried to settle my nerves, and started looking around the bar – admiring the decor, nervously looking over my shoulder and making eye contact with everyone who walked through the door. It was torture. I was usually the one who was late, they said I’d be late to my own funeral, but this time I was on-time. I had to be.
It was 6:03pm, we’d agreed to meet at six. Where the hell was she? I ordered another beer, torturing myself with the debacle of whether or not to buy a second for her.
It felt like an hour had passed, when in reality it was only a few more minutes. I was staring at my beer mat, trying to come to terms with the fact that I wouldn’t meet her today – I imagined she came to her senses as I should have come to mine. I took another sip, hints of tropical fruits filled my mouth as I savoured this beer as though it would be my last. Before the glass hit the table, I felt a tap on the shoulder. Fuck – could it be? Did she decide to come?
“Otis?”, I heard an angelic voice say. I knew the voice. I’d only heard it a couple of times, but I knew it was her.
My stomach dropped as I turned to prove she was there to see me. “It’s her, it’s actually her” I thought, I couldn’t believe my luck. It was as though the bar had suddenly turned into the set of a photoshoot, a spotlight hit her hair as it fell on her shoulders, seemingly perfect with the lightest of natural curls, her green eyes were glowing like emeralds, framed perfectly by a smile which seemed to start at her ears. I was lost for words.
As I tried to come up with something witty to say, I extended my arms as if to offer a hug – I was staring, as if lost, her crimson lipstick gave way to her perfect teeth, was she biting her lip? “Focus!” – I snapped into consciousness, I must have looked a fool.
“Charlotte? You look incredible. I’m so happy you decided to come!” I uttered as confidently as I could muster, but I struggled. I was disarmed – she was stunning.
I leaned in to hug her, I had dreamed of the day I might be able to feel her and here it was. Our cheeks kissed each other softly as I put my arms around her. It was as though I’d seen a friend for the first time after years, I didn’t want to let go. Her cheek felt cool to the touch, maybe it was the beer, I was definitely blushing.
“I was starting to wonder if you’d changed your mind.” I said as I embraced her firmly, she fit perfectly in my arms. Her perfume was sweet, somehow it was exactly as I had imagined. “Please, grab a seat! Can I get you something to drink?” I asked.
“What are you having?” she asked. “Oh! It’s an IPA from Colorado, maybe a bit stronger than I should be drinking!” I responded. “I’ll have one of them then please!” – shit, was she for real? Women like her don’t drink beer like this, my heart skipped a beat.
As I stood at the bar waiting for the order, I tried my best to catch another glimpse of her beauty without her noticing. It was impossible, she wouldn’t stop looking back at me, if I wanted a chance to check her out on the sly, it wasn’t happening.
I finally managed to steal a glance at her in more detail as she searched in her purse for something. Her black dress seemed perfectly tailored to her curves, the perfect hourglass, it gave way to her long and slender legs, her feet wrapped in a stunning pair of black heels. I felt my eyes nervously tracing back up the contour of her body where I couldn’t help but notice that her cleavage, she was more busty than I had imagined. I felt myself staring, I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked. The intoxicating scent of her perfume still lingered in my nostrils, and I couldn’t stop myself from nervously smiling as she made eye contact from a few tables away.
I looked down, as though to collect myself – what was I in for? I began feeling my heartbeat as my imagination wandered, wondering what she had on underneath her dress, paralyzed with the thought that I might never find out.
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