Winter
Copyright© 2025 by Mike McGifford
Chapter 2
“Mabel, so great to meet you in person!”
“Hi, Winter! Wow, I know we’ve been online for what seems like forever, but you’re more beautiful in person than I imagined!”
FantasyPrincess, or Mabel to her friends, was just as vivacious in person as she was on Clapper.
We looked at each other for a short moment, just long enough for me to compare her to myself. We were about the same height, 5’ 3”, but Mabel wore lovely heeled sandals that gave her an extra couple of inches on me.
To my mid length caramel toned hair, Mabel’s was a combination of pink and purple, the same length as mine, yet much thicker than mine. Her skin was naturally lighter than mine because where I love to get out into the sun, Mabel had somewhat of an aversion to it. Online, she didn’t even have any tan lines and was proud of that fact.
Her fingernails were even more destroyed than my own, yet she’d obviously put some effort into her selection of polish. It was an exact match to the color of the magnolias printed on her dress. My own nails were simply dressed in a periwinkle color I love. I don’t put nearly as much effort into accessorizing as maybe I should.
We’d both be headed to the nail salon after our lunch together, my treat.
As I was saying, Mabel wore the cutest A-line print dress in black with large magnolias in comparison to my pastel yellow plain blouse and black nylon slacks that I’d donned this morning paired with black ballet flats, for a meeting with a client.
Where my blouse minimized the impact of my large bust in the eyes of my clients, her dress made it clear her girls were as substantial as mine. We’d each had the benefit of seeing each other out of our clothes although it didn’t take any imagination for me to picture her without her dress.
Her contagious smile told me she was imagining me out of my working clothes too and she didn’t have to verbalize her thoughts. I know we were both thinking the same thing.
Unconsciously licking her top lip just confirmed her thoughts. She’d already admitted to me that she was hot for me and we’d already set a plan in sand to do a duel live while I was in town. Maybe my reaction to her in person is what made her giggle.
I knew I needed to take the initiative. I’d planned to. Meeting someone for the first time was usually awkward and I didn’t want this to be, so I invaded her personal space without another thought and gave her a hug, feeling her breasts against mine. She fit against me unbelievably well.