Ok, I started a few stories but just couldn't get through them without spell checking them. I was so anxious about it all. Then I wrote about meeting Red and that just flowed right out. I got to the end and realized that I had just typed and forgotten all about grammar and spelling rules. I just typed what I was feeling. So this reliving of events is what I submit for this assignment. I hope that's ok. My next assignment will be a short story, promise.
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The Meeting

Let me just say first off that wanting to meet someone from the online side of things has never really been part of it for me. I guess I thought my face-to-face life and my online life weren’t meant to merge. Then along comes this vibrantly bright star in the form of Flaming Redhead. We became acquainted through our postings at the Library. I respected what she had to say in her postings and I was particularly appreciative of her sarcastic frame of mind. When she started a thread about other like-minds from Georgia figuring out a way to meet, I responded, but didn’t really think much would come of it. But I was drawn to her, so I kept the thought of getting together in the back of my mind.

We did actually make plans to meet one weekend, but life as it is had other ideas. We had talked enough on the phone for me to know that she was indeed someone I’d love to actually meet. She let it be known that she was free, so I asked her if she’d be willing to meet me the following weekend. If I remember correctly, her response was “Hell yeah! Woohoo!” or something similar. The day we’d planned to meet was a busy one for me and by the time I was able to leave, I was running a bit late. No big surprise there, but I didn’t want to be late! In my car, flying down the highway, I was wondering just how the evening would go. Would she like me? Would she regret saying “yes”? Would we really hit it off? I must have been into some deep thought because I never saw that state patrolman until his blue lights were flashing in the rearview. I had to shift gears (ha! pun intended) to make sure this went as smoothly as possible so I could be back on my way.

“No, Officer, I had no idea I was going that much over the speed limit. Over by a little, yes, but not that much. Really? How irresponsible of me not to notice. I am a most conscientious driver, I assure you (which I am, just like speeding is all). Sure, I’ll wait right here while you check it all out.”

All that nice patrolman did was warn me to slow down. Well, he made me a few minutes late, but that was okay. I called Red and she was running late too! More than me even! I knew we’d be fast friends after that!

There were people all over the place at the mall. I’d seen her picture and knew to look for red hair. I scanned the area in front of the restaurant where we were meeting, but I didn’t see her. In the spirit of telling it all, my heart was beating a mile a minute and I had those lovely butterflies flitting in my stomach. Then I saw her outside, walking towards the doors. She was by the restaurant as I made my way towards her. Our eyes met. She got a big smile from me and I got a big smile from her. We hugged all over each other. I couldn’t stop looking at her. As I said, I’d seen her picture, knew she was attractive, but she translates in person so differently than in her picture. It’s her eyes. They are a vivid green and spectacularly expressive. That’s what comes across when you see her up close and personal, that spark of light that flashes there. That same spark is in her smile. It lights up her face. Her hair- a shade of red that reminded me of a gorgeous evening sunset. And she’s tiny- this little fireball of a girl! Delicate hands that I could so imagine being cuffed to something. Pretty ankles that were made for a length of rope to be wrapped around each one. Oh yes, I can't fail to mention her booty- a tight little round ass that begs to be smacked! She packs a punch when looking at her. All over sexy, I’d have to say.

During dinner, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I just wanted to stare. It’s a treat watching her talk. You’ve heard the expression, “talks with her hands”. Well, this girl talks with her body! It is something to see! I couldn’t have been enjoying myself anymore than I was. We must have been sending out waves of positive energy. Our waitress even commented on it, how much fun we seemed to be. Our twin drinks came (yummy they were!). The conversation just flowed- we had so much in common with each other. I will say this. It was wonderful to sit and talk with someone whose jaw didn’t drop to the floor when spankings or being tied up were mentioned.

After dinner, we went shopping, one very good way to spend time, in my opinion. We had a rather fabulous time looking over corsets and thongs and lingerie. The highlight of my evening was getting to zip her up in the corsets she tried on. I kind of barged right in her dressing room. I just had to see her in that corset! She didn’t seem to mind. It was just like we’d known each other for always! No weirdness, no awkward feelings. Being with Red just felt right.

Our evening together was over much too soon. When we left, we at least got to walk out to the parking lot together because out of the almost 10,000 parking spaces at this particular mall, we parked only one row away from each other.

I’m confident we will see each other again soon, for so many personal reasons, but mainly because I owe her 60 cents. She says it doesn't matter to her, but I've heard about her flogger. I don't want to mess with that one!

Or maybe I do.