I can't believe I'm meeting a woman from Literotica.
I can't believe she asked me out.
I can't believe I have nothing to wear.
I take forever to get ready, showering, shaving my legs, trying to keep from playing with myself in the hot water of the dorm shower.
I'm cheating on my girlfriend, whom I love.
But I can't help myself.
She seems so sweet, so innnocent, so needful, and I want that.
I get my one really nice dress.
My body isn't full of curves, but this dress hugs the ones I do have, and it swishes beautifully when I walk just right.
It is a lovely white, much like my bra and panties, and my one garter belt, holding up nude stocking. White, 3" heels bring me to 5'5". As my girlfriend says, I'm a little wisp of a thing, but I feel like an angel in this.
My Uber driver leers at me in his review mirror, but for once, i don't care. It just tells me I look good, and I really want to look good for her.
I make my way through the restaurant, and there she is. She's perfect, her little black dress to my white.
She hasn't noticed me yet, so I take a minute to compose myself.
Because, what I really want is to touch her, kiss her, pull her hair and hear her say my name.
Everything about tonight is wrong.
She's more than twice my age.
I have a girlfriend.
I don't meet strange women.
But I don't fucking care.
She needs this, and I love that.
I need this, almost as much.
I make my way to the table, wobbling on my heels, unpracticed at actually walking in them. Before she can notice me, I slip into the booth.
"I'm Sara," I almost whisper, and bite my lower lip, nervously.