the texts and calls have gone back and forth and I have agreed to meet S on his way from Lincolnshire to the North West.
We spent ages trying to find a suitable location for a social meet, easy for both of us to get to. We eventually decided on a fast-food place just off the M62, and agreed to meet for 8pm on the Sunday night.
S instructed me to wear stockings and suspenders but no knickers. I thought this was strange since I had made it clear to him that I always meet socially first, and that there would be no chance of playing.
The weather was awful as I made my way along the motorway; rain, sleet, hail, and finally, dense freezing fog. My already jangling nerves were now snapping and twitching with adrenaline, my pussy moist and warm from all the excitement.
I pulled into the car park a little late, as a result of the weather. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a man in a vehicle like the one S had described, so I presumed it must be him. Quickly I applied another dab of my favourite perfume and another slick of lipstick. As I went to open the car door, S was standing right next to it, watching me! I nearly jumped out of my skin!
After I recovered my composure, he kissed me hello and we dashed into the warmth of the burger joint. He went to get us some coffees, whilst I settled myself into the seating.
We chatted for a while, about jobs, travel and life in general before moving on to the main topic of conversation, sex. He was very flirty, confident and sure of himself, and at one point, S began to explore my stocking-clad leg under the table............................
