We both couldn’t believe it was happening. As life would have it, we were both available in Los Angeles for a business trip and decided to cross that line in the sand and meet up for dinner. We agreed to meet at a local restaurant that was highly recommended by the locals. I asked you to wear something naughty and to make sure you did not have any panties on.
Once you walked in, it was like the whole cliché’ where the music stops and everyone turns their heads to see you walk in. You don’t notice or don’t care, and walk straight to my table. I stand up at which time you notice the bulge in the front of my pants. I extend my hand and we exchange the American greeting with a firm handshake. I motion you to sit down.
I can smell your perfume as it permeates the air. It is just the perfect combination of perfume, nervousness, and perspiration. We chit chat and exchange pleasantries. Up to this point, I know what your pussy, asshole, and tits look like, since we had snapped some pics back and forth, but I really hadn’t had a chance to see your face. I notice your white teeth and beautiful smile.