The Ladies Room Pt. 01

She was absolutely gorgeous. Painfully beautiful. And she was talking to me.

Touching my arm as she laughed. Whispering silly anecdotes in my ear.

I couldn't believe that this was happening.

When I reluctantly signed up for the dating app last week, I had no hope that I'd match with anyone. Especially not a woman like Amelia.

When she sent me a message yesterday, I thought for sure I was being catfished.

But here we stood, in a dimly lit bar, and she was fucking flirting with me.

I brought my beer bottle to my lips, listening intently to Amelia talk about the vacation she took last summer to Europe.

Her wavy blonde hair swept slowly across her smooth tan shoulders as she spoke.

She was animated, waving long toned arms around as she told her story.

Her bright green eyes were locked into me, as if I were the only woman in the room.

And her body.

The way her body curved, her white linen sundress hugging her hips, accentuating all the right places.

Well that kind of beauty should be criminal.

Amelia hadn't chosen a gay bar. This made me even more anxious about meeting her. But after a few thousand scrolls through her profile pictures, I figured the possibly of meeting her was worth the risk of being humiliated.

I'm sure the other patrons of the bar were trying to dissect our connection.

Perfect Amelia. And me.

I was barely five feet tall, and covered in a series of regretful tattoos. I wore my brown hair cut short, shaved in the back. I was wearing ripped jeans and a clingy white t-shirt. My body didn't wind and bend like Amelia's. I was flat chested and slender.

Amelia and I couldn't have presented more differently.

Yet here we were. And I was soaking up every word.

Every breath.

Every glance.

"Am I talking too much?," Amelia asked.

She smiled and reached for her glass of white wine.

I watched as she brought the rim to her painted red lips.

My god, I wish I was that wine glass.

"Not at all," I replied quickly, "I like listening to you talk."

Amelia took a polite sip of her wine and then smiled back.

We stood there for a moment, just looking at one another.

I was obviously attracted to her, but in this moment, I felt like the feeling was mutual.

"I like your jeans," Amelia said, gesturing to my distressed denim.

I was a little taken aback by the compliment. They were a thrift store purchase, not something I'd expect someone with Amelia's designer wardrobe to take notice of.

"Really?," I shrugged, looking down at them unconvinced.

"Yes," Amelia replied, "I think I'd like to see what you have underneath them."

At first I thought I misheard her.

But then, she stepped closer to me.

"I think you are really fucking sexy, Lauren," she whispered.

I gripped the bottle in my hand tighter.

She leaned her head in towards my ear.

I felt her silky hair brush against my body as she began to whisper something.

I shuddered.

"I touched myself looking at your pictures," she spoke softly.

I could feel her warm breath on my ear, sending tingles traveling down my neck.

Her words sent a jolt of longing through my body.

She pulled her face back, now looking directly into my eyes.

My body was on fire. Flames of desire pulsing through my veins.

"Listen, Amelia," I stammered nervously, "you are, fucking incredibly perfect, but is this some kind of joke?"

There was no way she was this into me.

There was no way she would be this forward.

Although my heart, and pussy, were throbbing lustfully, I had to discover her true intentions.

A look of hurt flashed across her perfect face, delicate lines forming on her forehand.

"Why would I be joking?," Amelia asked.

Her tone was sincere. Her expression matched. She seemed genuinely surprised, and bothered, that I was seemingly questioning her motives.

"I'm sorry," I replied, feeling my cheeks burn, "I just never thought that someone like you, would be so interested in someone like me."

The look of disappointment slowly faded from Amelia's face.

She opened her lips to speak, then closed them again, as if a fresh idea had just popped into her mind.

I watched as the corner of her mouth turned upwards into a smile.

A coy, naughty smile.

"Well then," she said firmly, "I guess I'm just going to prove how interested I am, won't I?"