I’d known Becky for several years. She was 11 years younger than I. I saw her grow up from an awkward teenager into a sexy young woman. Our paths occasionally crossed over the years, out and about around town after she became old enough to get in the bars. We’d chit chat and just catch up generally with some slight flirting here and there. Nothing ever really serious.
One afternoon she texted me out of the blue. She said if you’re free tonight, let’s hang out. I was free so I replied back offering up dinner and drinks. She said that sounded good and plans were set.
That evening, we met at a local restaurant. As she stepped out of her car, all I could see was leg. She has very nice long legs anyhow, but that night she was showing them off a little extra wearing a pair of very short tight jean shorts. She also had on a white sleeveless button down top tied at the bottom and a tank top underneath. She looked very sexy and I’d be lying if I didn’t have a few dirty thoughts upon seeing her, but I maintained my composure as she greeted me with a hug and a little kiss on the cheek.