Reassuringly

You waited nervously for about 30 minutes, feeling a mix of excitement and jitters. Finally, you gave in to the urge to check your phone, heart racing as you saw Addison's response.

"Hey! Noticed you checking out my profile. Gotta say, I'm interested. How about we skip the small talk and meet up for coffee or drinks tonight?"

Her message made your heart skip a beat. Addison's confidence was a bit intimidating, but there was something exciting about her directness that caught your attention.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard as you typed out a reply, trying to sound cool and collected.

"Hey Addison, thanks for reaching out. Coffee sounds good."

You hit send, feeling a surge of nerves and anticipation. The hours crawled by as you anxiously waited for her response.

To pass the time, you decided to take a stroll around the neighborhood. The cool evening air felt refreshing as you walked, the gentle breeze helping to calm your racing thoughts. You found yourself lost in thought, replaying the conversation in your head and wondering what Addison would be like in person.

Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you received Addison's reply. She agreed to the coffee date and suggested meeting at a downtown bar at 7 pm. A wave of relief washed over you as you read her message, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of finally meeting her in person. Also, you quickly realized that she ignored your suggestion of having coffee, instead deciding you were going out for drinks. This did make you question whether going on a date with her would be a good idea, but you quickly moved on from that thought.

Entering the bar, you felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The cozy ambiance of the place enveloped you, soothing your nerves as you scanned the room for Addison.

Suddenly, you felt a large hand on your shoulder. Startled, you quickly turned around and come face to face with her breasts, but quickly pivot your eyes sharply upwards to her face, to not seem creepy. Her face seemed to be so far away from your own as you looked up at her. It quickly dawned on you how absurd the height difference actually was between you two.

"Hey," she greeted you with a smug smile, her voice smooth and confident. "Glad you could make it."

After a shy smile of your own and a stuttering response, she started walking towards one of the tables, with you following suit. While doing so not being able to tear your gaze from her firm ass, on which her jeans fit incredibly well.

She chose a table and turned around to face you as you both sat down in a booth at the bar, opposite each other.

As you both are seated, the conversation begins...