We had chatted on line many times, talked for hours about everything from philosophy to wresting, and yes even sex. Needless to say I was more than just a little bit intrigued by her. I would sing on at night, just waiting to see if she would come. It had become almost an addiction, but not one that I wanted to give up. The idea of meeting had of course, crossed my mind more than once, but since I live in L.A... and she is from the bay area, the opportunity just had not been there. All that changed one glorious day a few weeks ago.

We were chatting away like normal about one thing or another when out of the blue, Leigh said that she was going to be down in my area checking out U.C.L.A. and asked if I would like to get together. My answer was of course, an emphatic yes. I gave her my pager number, as I am never home and work in the field. The two days I had to wait for her to be down were filled with anticipation and apprehension. Would we get along as well in person? Would we have anything to say? Would we like each other? Did she really look as hot as I imagined her in my dreams?

She was to be in town Wednesday through Friday and hadn't given me an exact day that she would be beeping me. As Wednesday passed, I was a bit discouraged, hoping she was eager to meet me as I was to meet her. By the time I got to my 3:30 staff meeting on Thursday, I had begun to think she would not be calling me at all. I was too preoccupied with my own sorrow to even pay attention during the long an boring meeting, when I was startled out of my trace by my pager vibrating against my hip. Since anyone who should be paging me was in the meeting with me, I had to be careful who much attention I gave the page, causally looking down at it to see what number had come through. It was a near by number, but one I did not recognize. My heart raced at the thought of her actually paging me. The trouble was, we were not half way through the meeting, and I could not get up and use the phone just then. I had to sit and wait, not hearing or even caring what my boss was saying about my client's annual status reports.

My pager went off no less than seven times in the next thirty minutes, each time with a different number. Each time I prayed for the boss to end her droning and let me get out of there. Leigh was on the move, and I knew if I did not get back to her very soon, she might leave and I would have lost my chance. Finally, at five after five, the meeting was adjourned. My fellow employees must have thought I need to use the bathroom pretty bad, judging from how fast I raced out of there. With no privacy in the office, I had to rush down the block to the nearest pay phone to call her back. I called the most recent number which had come through seven minutes earlier. My fingers trembled and it took three tries to actually get the quarter into the coin slot. My heart raced as the phone rang once... twice... three times... My hear sank by the fifth ring, but finally someone picked up the phone. A wonderful female voice said, "Hello?"

Not sure it was her, I gave the standard response. "Yes, someone just paged me."

"Roger?" she answered. Thank God it was her.

"Leigh?" I asked, trying not to stammer. "Is that you?"

"Yes it is, I was just about to leave. I thought maybe you didn't want to talk."

I hurriedly explained the situation to her, and she seemed to somewhat accept my apologies. Although, she did seem a bit put off by having to wait so long for me to call back. Finally, she asked me the question I was hoping for.

"So, do you still want to meet?"

"Yes, I do, where and when?" I responded, thinking I would just take the rest of the day off to get cleaned up.

"Well," she answered. "I'm at a pay phone at an Arco station on..." Her voice trailed of as she spoke to someone there. "At Valley View and the Five Freeway. There is a Denny's across the street from here. Let's meet there."

"Sure" I replied, knowing exactly where she was. "When?"

"How soon can you get here?" She asked.

I had wanted to change out of my jeans, T shirt and baseball cap before meeting her, but no way was I going to pass up this chance. I blurted out my answer. "Twenty minutes." To hell with the rest of the day, my work could wait a day.

"OK, see you then. Hurry." Then she was gone.

I raced through traffic across town to catch the freeway. At this time of day, I knew it would be busy, but I didn't dare try and make it on side streets. I had given her a time that was at least ten minutes short of the fastest possible time to make the distance, but I was going to give it my best shot. I didn't do too badly either, pulling into the parking lot of Denny's at five forty three, just eight minutes past my twenty minute limit. I prayed that Leigh hadn't been clocking me too closely. Straighten myself up as best I could, I took a deep breath and entered the restaurant.

I was rather afraid of standing there looking stupid, but my fears melted away when I spotted a young woman sitting in a booth hear the door. She half rose and smiled at me as I crossed the floor to greet her.

"Roger" she said, half questioning.

I extended my hand and shook hers. "Hi Leight, it's nice to finally meet you." I wasn't sure where the words were coming from, as my heart felt like it was exploding in my chest and my throat felt dry as sandpaper. I managed to sit down, feeling better to be off of my shaking knees. Although I had done my best to keep eye contact during our initial encounter, I could not help but notice that Leigh had greatly exaggerated her looks in our conversation. She had said she was fairly attractive and a "big girl" Well, she was far more than just "fairly" attractive, with long golden blonde hair surrounding a gorgeous young round face. As for her being "big", aside for her tall frame which seemed to be 5-10 as she had described, the only thing big on her was an impossible to miss pair of wonderfully abundant breasts.

She was dressed causally, for driving comfort I guessed, but was still incredibly sexy. A black jacket covered what appeared to be a tight white lycra body suit, which only served to accentuate her perfect breasts. I had caught a quick glimpse of her long legs as she stood. She wore a tight pair of biking shorts that hugged her muscular thighs tightly. It was a struggle not to just sit there and stare at her. Luckily for me, at that moment, the waitress came over to see if we wanted anything. I ordered a diet coke and Leigh elected to stick with water. Our somewhat heavy set waitress looked mildly annoyed at as then shuffled off, leaving my again in an uncomfortable position with this unbearably beautiful woman.

I somehow managed to stammer through some small talk about my meeting and asked her how her drive down was. Thankfully, she went into some detail as to the purpose and specifics of her trip. I calmed down a bit as she talked and listened to her soothing voice. Just watching her talk was amazing. her eyes were so green and so alive as she spoke I could not help but feel a tug at my heart. her every feature seemed to glow when she would smile. I barely noticed when our waitress brought my soda to me, so entranced was I by her beauty. In the middle of my trance, I was struck by a rather embarrassing thought. At least twice before, we had engaged in highly sexual discussions which had led to a rather furious session of cybersex. I could hardly believe that I was sitting here with this woman who I had jerked off to while sitting at my computer. I suddenly found myself very embarrassed.

Apparently, she could sense my growing unease. "What's the matter?" she asked me after a particularly long silence.

I tried to shake her off. "Nothing." I mumbled.

"I've been going on for five minutes and you haven't heard a single word. Tell me what you are thinking about." She pressed.

"It's really embarrassing." I replied, trying to slow her pursuit. She just stared at me those big beautiful eyes. She was making it perfectly clear that she had no intention of letting me out without an explanation. Sheepishly, I tried to explain. "Remember those times when we talked in privet chat rooms?" I asked, bringing a smile and nod from her. "well, I was just thinking about how embarrassing it is to be sitting here with you after those conversations."

Leigh was ten years younger than my twenty eight years, but was in no way shy about sex. She just broadened her smile and sexily stroked her hair. "Why embarrassing?" She asked.

"Just because" I said, knowing it would not suffice, but just grasping at anything to avoid my growing shame. "Look, I don't know if you were doing what you said you were doing, but I was."

She laughed lightly, seeming to enjoy my squirming. "You mean masturbate?" she asked matter of factly. "I was. I'm not embarrassed, why should you be? I think it's kind of sexy that you were playing with your cock while fantasizing about me." >From that point on, our conversation seemed to flow a little more smoothly. I still felt somewhat embarrassed, but felt more relaxed and rather turned on by the thought of this beautiful sexy woman pleasuring herself while on line with me. For the next hour or so, our conversation never strayed far from sex, putting me in a slow and constant state of arousal the entire time.

At last, Leigh excused herself to use the restroom. As she stood, I joked, "I'll try not to stare."

She paused a moment beside the table. "Go ahead and stare." She whispered, sexily tossing her hair as she strode away. I did as she instructed, and watched her shapely round behind sway as she walked. This was one incredibly gorgeous woman. I watched her all the way across the restaurant, hoping she would not look back and see me gawking. As she passed a group of men who were waiting to be seated, she slowed just a bit, giving these men an extra second or two to openly stare at her lovely body. A wave of jealousy shook me as I saw this.

By the time she came back, my jealousy had passed however, and I was looking forward to whatever conversation we would be having for the remainder of the evening. Leigh was a truly fascinating woman. Upon her return to the table, I excused myself to use the restroom. The idea of jerking off quickly to relieve the building tension in my groin crossed my mind, but I thought better of it. As I passed through the group of five men, still waiting for their booth, I caught brief portions of their conversation. They were still remarking on Leigh and her assets.

"Did you see that?"

"Wow, what a body."

"Those are the most perfect tits I've ever seen."

"What I wouldn't give to have some of that."

"Pure sex machine."

"Let's get some of that."

Their words cut into me deeply. For more than one reason. Firstly, because of the crudity with which they talked about a wonderful, funny and brilliant woman. Secondly because I had thought them all to myself as I took in her physical beauty, and thirdly because I was becoming very attached to my new friend and the thought of losing her hurt me. A ridiculous thing to be thinking, but I couldn't help myself.

When I cam back from the restroom, I could see the five men seated at a booth near us. They looked me over as I sat across form Leigh. "I did some staring of my own." she said playfully, flashing me her perfect smile and melting my heart. "Not bad." She added.

As we talked, Leigh let her leg rest on the seat next to me. Oh how badly I wanted to steal a glance under the table at her strong legs. I took a bit of a chance and let my hand rest on her bare calf. She smiled warmly as I stroked the perfect skin of her legs. She had hard, solid muscles, and the feel of them made me hard in an instant. We sat there talking, me stroking her leg, for some time. Apparently, my glances sideways at the men in the next booth did not go unnoticed.

"Do you know them or something?" Leigh finally asked.

"No." I replied. "I just overheard some of their conversation after you walked by."

This seemed to intrigue her a bit. "Really? What did they say?"

"They were just talking about you." I replied, now knowing what she wanted to hear. "Commenting on your body." I added.

Leigh sat straight up, smiling and glanced over her shoulder at the men. She was flirting with them. I couldn't not believe this. As she turned around to face me again, Leigh had a very serious look on her face. "Wanna make them jealous?" She asked.

"Sure." I stammered, a bit confused. "How?"

"Follow me." She said, standing and strutting towards the door. I fumbled in my pocket for some money and tossed it on the table. I saw the men stare at Leigh as she stood near the front door, sexily swaying her curvaceous hips. I almost ran to her.

Leigh took me by the hand and led me out into the well lit parking lot. We walked along the path in front of the windows and stopped at a gray Honda Civic. Leigh leaned against the drivers door and held her arms out to me. "Well?" She questioned. "Are you going to stand there or are you going to come over here and kiss me?"

I knew where we were. Leigh's car was parked in front of the window where the men were seated. As I brought her into my arms, we were not more than fifteen feet from the small group of gawkers, with only the glass to separate us. Leigh wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in close to her. "Kiss me." She whispered.

Our lips met, gently at first, feeling each other's heat, searching for the right moment to seize each other in passion. I was not too surprised when Leigh took the lead. As our lips touched, it was she who parted her lips first. I followed suit, allowing my tongue to begin its gently searching of her soft wet lips. My hands rested on Leigh's hips, as our kiss became more intense. The rest of the world just seemed to melt away. Suddenly, we were the only two people on the planet. It was as if this kiss meant life or death. Never in my life had I been kissed like this. Her mouth was on fire against mine. Or tongues dancing gently in an area that was neither her mouth nor mine.

We kissed for seemed to be an eternity, holding each other tightly, our hips grinding together, Leigh could obviously feel my throbbing cock against her belly. I broke our kiss and whispered into her ear. "Let me take you someplace."

I knew I was taking a bit of a chance. There was a good chance that I was moving too fast and might scare her off. However, nothing could have prepared me for her answer. She breathed heavily in my ear and whispered, "No, let's sat right here."

Then I remembered the men at the booth. As I felt Leigh kiss her way down my neck, I glanced off to my left, into the restaurant. There they were, all five of them leaning towards the window, openly staring at us. I should have known. Leigh wanted them to watch us. Well, it was more than a little unconventional, but her hot mouth working on my neck was just to nice to say no to. If they wanted a show, I was going to give it them.

Since my body was blocking their view of Leigh, I spun her around so that my back was now against the driver's side door and held her close to me. "This jacket must come off." I said, slipping if down over her shoulders. Now, her glorious body was in plain sight of the window. They could see my hands exploring Leigh's back as we continued to kiss passionately. Her entire body was rock hard from her work outs, and I found myself getting more turned on by the second just from the feel of this wonderful woman. With a brief glance to the window to make sure we still had our audience, I let my hands drift lower down her back, caressing her round full ass. Her moans increased as I squeezed and rubbed the firm flesh.