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... very little about the 'Rose_93' as username is captured in the top right-hand corner of the screen. Her profile picture only revealed her pale blue green eyes and the bridge of her nose. Scrolling up through the string of messages would reveal two images, one a selfie of the dark blonde from which the profile picture had been cropped, and a further photograph uploaded two days ago. A full body image, another selfie, taken in front of a mirror in presumably her bedroom, with her phone in an extended hand as she stands dressed in a tight-fitting black blouse and knee length black pencil skirt that accentuated her slender frame. She was stunning, I could barely believe my good fortune. Given my own need to provide verification by two forms of photo identification that was required to algorithmically match my own uploaded images I held confidence that the images received from her were a ruse.

The premise of the 'Elite Meets' service was the same as any number of available dating apps, seemingly the high bar on monthly subscription did, understandably, not come with an assurance that agreed meetings come casual hook ups did not occur. Although a function did permit feedback in terms of unsolicited messages, inappropriate images and failure to attend agreed meets. Her feedback did not suggest this was true to her nature and I could equally see that she had attended two such meet ups previously.

Tonight, had been arranged as little more than a casual hook up, the intent was ...

... clear 'Rose_93' being one of only three available females who had met the criteria I had specified which had been defined by a tick box list of 'preferences' alone. The messages exchanged between the two of us since we had connected had left no ambiguity of what the night was to hold for both myself and the mysterious dark blonde. Such was the nature we had deliberately not exchanged the normal and mundane slew of messages regarding details of our daily lives, especially given her preference come request to experience 'Stranger Sex.' Stranger sex all be it by the security offered to both of us by clear definition of how the evening would be expected to proceed and the acceptable limits to operate within.

Such level of detail had done little to dampen my desire, the prospect of the night fired my imagination. Perhaps on reflection as the actual time to act on words exchanged the very detail of that concept of fulfilling a fantasy has scared her, to the point that she has decided not to go through with the proposed meet.

"Well, it's her loss" the wavy-haired bar girl offered with a mischievous little grin as she turned and walked towards a couple sat on the same high-backed stools as I did at the far end of the stretch of bar she served.

My eyes cannot help but follow her, as she moves away her hips sashay with a gentle natural swagger, movement that draws my eyes to her ass that sits beneath a short faded dark grey denim skirt the frayed hem of which met fishnet hosiery ...