The first touch.

We have been messaging each other for weeks. Sometimes they are naughty and get me dripping through my panties, other times its general chit chat that makes me feel like I have known her for years. I have seen pictures of her too, little snippets of her beautiful body. Makes me wonder why something so perfect would be interested in me.

We have arranged to meet, we live quite far apart but she is travelling to see me. I'm so excited yet terrified. I have never had a crush on a woman before, it's like she has cast a spell on me and I feel like a silly girl getting ready for her first ever date again. I'm a grown woman for christ sake, I need to get a grip and find something suitable to wear. We have arranged to meet at a bar so I put on some black leggings and heels so my legs look longer than they actually are and a brown chiffon sleeveless tunic. It has pretty detail around the neck and the fabric falls beautifully over my ample breasts. I feel pretty sexy!

When I get there the place is packed! I should of arranged to meet her outside rather than the bar. I feel very vulnerable pushing my way through all these people on my own, men looking at me, god I feel like im naked!
Where is she, I can't see her. I should of asked what she would be wearing. What if she has changed her mind. Shit, what am I doing, I knew she wouldn't be interested in me.
Just as I turn around to fight my way back out, she's there, in front of me. I feel so relieved, yet my heart is racing, she's beautiful. Jeez say something to her! She beats me to it, the music is loud so she leans in and shouts "hi". God even her voice is sexy. "Hi, drink?" I reply. She nods so we turn back to the bar, get some drinks.
I'm obviously not the only one who thinks she is attractive. Men are oggling at her as we try to find somewhere to sit. I don't blame them mind. She looks hot. She's wearing a red dress, low cut and that clings to her curves but is not too tight. Its knee length and she has bare long legs with incredibly sexy red shoes. Her skin is pale but perfect and her dark hair frames her pretty face. Her eyes are striking and I could fall helplessly into them.
As we sit down and she leans forward to put her drink on the table, I can't help but notice she isn't wearing a bra. I can't see anything but the way the fall I can tell. I'm wet just at the thought of seeking her nipples with my hand through the red fabric.
We are on a couch together facing one another, leaning in closer every time we talk so we can hear. She smells lovely. Her legs are crossed towards me and as she makes me laugh I put my hand just above her knee, her skin is so soft. I can't wait to run my hand all the way up. That moment she uncrossed her legs. God can she read my mind! My hand is there now resting on the inside of her leg. Our bodies are so close I swear to god I can hear her breath over the loud music. She gives me a little wry smile as she parts her legs ever so slightly. My heart is pounding, I suddenly feel like we are alone in the room in our own bubble, its silent apart from our beating hearts and quickening breath as I run my hand up the inside of her thigh. She is just looking into my eyes as if daring me to touch her. I feel her heat radiating towards my hand guiding it to her wetness. She is wearing no knickers....and as my fingers touch her silkyness her eyes close and her legs part further. I feel my own juices begin to flow as I gently slide my fingers inside her, she gasps and I begin to rub her hardening clit with my thumb.Every little movement i make I can read on her face. I feel her tensing around my fingers as she moans gently, eyes still closed.......
Suddenly we both become aware of people in the room again. As we look around we notice we have become a bit of a show, I panic a little and pull my hand away. I must be the same colour as her dress. She smiles at me, grabs my hand and says "come on" as she gets up. "Where are we going" I ask. "You'll see" she says.