What seemed like minutes but was actually over an hour of getting to know each other, we decided that the shops were calling. Walking around through the street with her felt so natural, I hadn't expected it to feel so normal, especially considering the circumstances of how we met. I couldn't help but feel like I was betraying him, but he wanted this, we both did, I just didn't expect it to turn out like this. But today wasn't about that, we weren't to talk about that, or anything even remotely raunchy.
'Make her feel comfortable' I thought to myself. Although after my long embrace earlier, i was starting to think I had already started to scare the girl.
"So do you come here shopping often?"
'Wow. Well done, douchebag. Talk about cheesy, you sound like an old man trying to score in a pub, with the slightly slutty 63 year old woman wearing the leather skirt' smirked
She turned to look me square in the eyes, and for a second the world froze. I felt like a tree that had been covered in ice and frost, and could barely move in the 60mph winds. She really was beautiful, and at that second, I had to restrain the panther in my chest that was ready to break out and kiss her perfect lips.
"Are you trying to chat me up missy?!" She asked with a laugh.
I felt my cheeks turn the colour of a beet root, and they were suddenly burning up.
"I'm not very good at this! I'm trying, haha!" I laughed nervously.
"Me either, but, you know me, why does it have to be so different then talking to each other the way we do every night?" She asked.
She was right, we could hide forever behind our laptop screens and webcams, but we had already taken the leap of faith and met face to face. What was there to lose? It didn't help that every time I looked at her, I was mentally undressing her.
She linked her arm through mine and lead me in to the nearest store. We spent a while looking around, each complimenting the other every few minutes. As we wandered down the main town, I spotted my favourite shop. She had told me frequently about how she had never stepped foot in there before, the sheer embarrassment was written all over her face when we edged closer and closer to the doors.
"We can't go in there! What if someone sees us?" She asked with a quiver in her lip.
Her nervousness was quite cute, and I was happy that I was sharing this experience with her.
"It's okay, I know most of the staff, I'm a regular in here you know!" I said with a wink whilst slowly but surely entering Ann Summers.
