Highway in Heels

We went into the diner and Branson headed to the men's room while I excused myself and went straight for the ladies. This I have done before, so I wasn't too nervous about it. I went to the sink and cleaned up a little, I didn't really know what I was doing or what was going to happen, but I was still a little excited and I wanted to see this through. This was literally the first time I was out as a girl with someone. Usually, I would run into restrooms and pray no one was paying attention to me.

When I came out of the ladies' room I found the table and he stood up and helped me into the chair, he was being so polite and nice to me. I was simply loving it. I remember fixing my skirt as I sat on the chair and crossed my legs. I felt like I was overcompensating and being hyper-feminine if that's a thing. He complimented me on my hair and perfume.

I was wishing I wore nail polish, so I kept my hands on my lap most of the time. "You know, when you came up next to me and slid up that dress, it made my whole day." He whispered. "I don't get to see too many fine legs while I drive, and there is nothing like seeing a pretty woman on the road." We ordered coffee and we talked, I noticed his wedding ring was gone and it felt strangely intriguing. He kept referring to me as 'baby girl,' even to the waitress and I was loving it. We talked a little bit more and then he asked me if I wanted to see his truck. Back then, I didn't know why anyone would want to see a truck, so I declined and said I had to get home.

He wouldn't let me pay and then he took my hand as we made our way back to my van. "Thank you again," I said. "It was a very nice afternoon. I'm glad we met."

He smiled again and said. "Why don't we just stay and talk in your van I see you have it fixed up pretty nice." I started to get nervous, and he took my keys and opened the side door. He stepped in and pulled me up, I had to bend low so I didn't hit my head while wearing the heels. And then we both ended up on the couch together.