Hannah arrives first

She had to check the time to see if she had not gotten things wrong. Usually Ashton was the first one to arrive, even when she made an effort to be on time. “I left early, just in case,” he would say, and once she arrived ten minutes early and still found him already there, cheerfully waving at her.

But not this time. And when she checked her phone, there was a message from him that read:

Ashton - Sorry! I got caught in last minute stuff at work. I promise I’ll be there soon. 10-15 minutes late, max. Again, so sorry!

She chuckled to herself. Given all the times he had been so early, he’d earned this, and waiting 10 to 15 minutes was nothing. Unless he was getting cold feet about the ‘going further’ stuff? Could that be why he was late? No. She was overthinking things. Best to sit down and maybe get started on a drink?

“Would you like to sit at the bar?” Asked the waiter. It was a slightly classy bar, with the usual big TV playing some kind of sport and chicken wings, but it also had booths, like a diner or a restaurant, and Hannah wasn’t lying when she told Ashton that she liked the food.

“I’m waiting for my date,” she clarified, pointing at the booths. “We’re going to have one of those there.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, but the booths are only for groups of two or more,” the server said, wincing apologetically. “But you can wait at the bar for your date to arrive.”

“Oh. That’s alright,” mildly surprised. Truth be told, she had always sat at the bar when she came here. Usually because she was trying to pick up a guy. A young girl dressing pretty and sitting alone at a bar could get more than one number, if she was lucky. Sometimes she had to fend off an unpleasant prospect, true. Smiling and nodding while she tried to get them to give her their number (she would never call) and then back off. More than once she had been **** to find an excuse and leave early, unfortunately. But there were other times when she had brought a guy home and then…

She felt something stir in her lower body. Memories of past hookups came back to her, which in light of her recent abstinence they felt much hotter than before. And she had planned on sitting at the booth tonight, yet here she was, sitting alone at the bar like before, as if inviting a man to take her home. It was like her surroundings triggered her memories and primed her body with arousal, with the possibility that tonight she was going to get lucky…

But at least she would only wait here for ten minutes or so. Hardly enough time to attract attention, right?