We met online quite some time ago. It had been over a year and we had gotten to know one another quite well and share just about all there was to share of our lives with one another. Knowing we could never be more than just friends given our own personal scenarios, we chalked it up to just that. Though the desire for more was ever there, waiting in the shadows. “I’m planning a trip!” Were the excited words I read after our usual good morning text. “I’ll be heading down to PA next month and will be staying down there for about 2 weeks”. After some back and forth we came to realize that you would be just about an hour away from where I lived! “Well it’s settled, we will finally meet one another in person” I texted before even a second thought. I could sense your hesitation on the other side of the thread. The mere thought that all of this may actually be a reality weighing heavily on your mind. Head spinning and after a deep breath you reply with a simple, “yea can’t wait”.
Our chats continue each day between the sharing of the news and the upcoming trip. “So how long do you wanna wait before I drive up to where you’re staying?” You ponder for a moment, and your senses urge you into caution. “On second thought maybe we should just meet somewhere in public, I hear there’s a great little restaurant right around the corner from where I’ll be staying.” “Sounds good to me” comes my simple reply, “I’m just excited to finally meet you in person!” We move closer to the date and you check into your Airbnb. “Ok so I will be wearing a nice yellow sundress, you won’t be able to miss me!” You head out to the restaurant, butterflies in your stomach but forcing yourself onward as the prospect of meeting is so motivating. You arrive about 30mins early and head to the bar for a drink, a little liquid courage to calm the nerves. As you finish the last of your drink you see me walk through the front door. A broad smile upon my face as our eyes lock and I make my way over to you. “Hey babes” I say as I come in close to wrap both of my arms around you tightly. You feel yourself lifted off the ground slightly as I pull you full into me, and your check comes up to brush against my beard. “So should we go get a table?” You nod, still not quite able to believe this is actually happening. Just a minute later we’re seated at a booth that will fit 4. Across from one another we make the idle chit chat of how your trip was and how my drive up was, nothing too major. “I really love that dress on you” I say with a genuine smile painted on my face. You feel your cheeks flush a bit, and then without thinking find yourself sliding over further in the booth to make room next to you. You bite your lip just slightly as you look down at all of the empty space next to you, and then bring your eyes back up to meet mine. Within an instant I slide from my side over next to you. “This is a much better seat, with a great view” I say as my eyes scan up and down your body. Your dress, which is about mid thigh, was showing off just enough skin. You watch as my hand drops down below the table level, and comes to rest on your thigh. “I’ve thought about you a lot, and I’m really glad we finally got to meet one another”. You can feel my hand gently gripping your inner thigh, pulling your leg towards me and spreading your legs a bit further a apart. “So how’s work been, it seems like it’s starting to settled down a bit right?” As I finish the question you feel my hand slide further up your thigh, so high that my pinky has begun tracing the edge of your panty line. “…work has been…fine” you hesitate a bit as your face turns a deeper shade of red. Just then the waitress walks up, “can I get you folks anything to drink?” You turn your head away, but make no other move. From where she is standing she can’t see anything under the table, and it just looks like my hand is on your thigh. “Just a couple of waters, thanks” as my words send her away you feel my hand more completely move over your panties and begin to gently pet your covered pussy. Slowly I run my fingers up and down over top of your panties, the whole time just casually continuing our conversation. Your slow to answer, and your having trouble thinking straight. “Do you want me to stop?” You shake your head with a begging look in your eyes. “Good” the wide smile on my face turning into a slight smirk. Just then you feel my hand slide your panties to the side, and with a single finger I navigate my way up your lips and find your clitoris. “Wow, you’re so wet babe” the words drown out as I begin to trace small slow circles with my finger on your clit. You bring your cloth napkin up to your mouth to cover as a gasp escapes your lips. Without stopping what I’m doing I flag the waitress over. Your mind is somewhere else as you barely notice her approaching the table, and you’re doing your best to maintain composure as my finger applies just a bit more pressure while continuing to circle. You hear me place a to go order as the waitress walks away from the table, “That should buy us a little bit of time” I whisper into your ear. A soft moan comes out as you open your mouth to reply. You glance around and notice the restaurant is starting to fill up with more people as they make their way to the tables around us, some nearby and others further away. Knowing these people are so close and what’s happening to you brings you right to the edge of climaxing, it’s all so exciting and dangerous. As if I can sense your thoughts you feel my finger press harder into your now swollen clit, rubbing more intensely and focusing pressure as I rapidly rub back and forth. You bring your napkin back to your mouth and bite down hard as you orgasm, and I feel you soak both my hand and your panties. Your body shakes slightly and I just continue the same firm pressure directly onto your clit as you continue to orgasm for a moment longer. Your muffled grunts and moans mostly die off into the wadded napkin between your gritted teeth. Just then you feel my finger pull away, moving your wet panties back into place covering you once more. Your still catching your breath when the waitress comes back over to the table with our food in a bag and I pull my wallet out to cover the check. “So did you wanna show me where you’re staying?” Your eyes come up to meet mine and you can see that same smirk on my face. You bite your lip again and nod as we get up to make our way to the door…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/mya45i/first_meeting
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