Cathy and I met online, and flirted for a few days, getting increasingly sexual, but nothing overt. Finally we found a time to meet for a drink. She was wearing a very tight black tube dress, short enough to show most of her thighs, and a high neck that helped accentuate her sizable bustline. I was disappointed about the lack of cleavage, but the tightness almost made up for it.
We flirted at dinner, innuendo and suggestive talk. I stood up to go to the bathroom, and pretending to adjust my jeans, to make sure she saw how tight they were. And when I returned, having made sure I was nice and thick after I tucked it back in, I stood in front of her again, hoping she would notice the bulge. She didn’t say anything, but I suspected that she was pleased to catch an eyeful.
We left and as we turned the corner, I grabbed her and we started making out by the side of the building.