The Stories of Laura, Part 1, The Incidental Meeting - Sex Stories

The Stories of Laura, Part 1, The Incidental Meeting

... say, "Hi, I'm Laura" and sit down. If not, no worries and he'd leave and we could continue e-mailing stories as long as we both wanted. If you are interested in meeting just let me know otherwise I won't bring it up again. This is why I was now nervously trembling. I was intrigued but would I actually meet him. He had a general idea of what looked like but how could he be sure I was telling the truth. Besides, it was a public place and I could just be another person stopping in. It wasn't like I was going to have sex with him. It wasn't too difficult in the next few e-mails to set up a meeting time the next afternoon after work. The airport location wasn't the best but as it wasn't easy also meant it wasn't a location my friends or neighbors would see me. The drive there was mostly uneventful and I arrived early. I was messing around in my purse looking for my compact when I saw this professional looking guy walk right by my car. It was him! He didn't notice me or even look in my car that I could tell. He looked nice, older as he said, wearing business casual work clothes, pressed slacks but not suit slacks, button down collared shirt, taller, closer to 6' and very short, balding grey hair. He was of medium build, solid but not too thin or unpleasantly thick. I looked at myself in my compact and brushed through my dark blonde hair so it flowed naturally on my shoulders. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I was wearing snug blue jeans befitting my curvy nature and ...

... a loose fitting pink blouse which hides some of my curves but shows me off well. I did wear a short healed cute shoe that I adore and think lifts my ass to the right place to grab someone's attention. I was feeling a bit naughty and wanted to flaunt myself a little in appreciation for the time and energy he's spent on writing and perhaps give him more fuel for more stories and my own personal enjoyment down the road. I walked in and immediately looked at him and smiled. So much for being nervous and inconspicuous. I ordered a coffee and felt him staring at me but when I turned around we hasn't leering like an old man, just looking around casually. He was normal...or at least appeared to be. As discussed I walked over and introduced myself as Laura and he responded with his name Ken. We chatted briefly about the trip there and he commented on how nice I looked, much better than he envisioned when writing about me in his stories. "Perhaps now," he offered, "I can embellish your strong sensual points that fit you." I smiled. And I was secretly aroused. We continued to discuss the stories but not their content, more like a critique to their eroticism and the intent (to make me aroused). It felt sort of funny to discuss this out in the open but then again we weren't talking specifics or anything about my "character" in the stories, real or implied. Then it happened, the moment I dreaded yet so desired. "Do my stories really turn you on?" he asked as he leaned across the table. ...