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Pleasure Zone: Fantasy
(Darren G. Burton)

"I really need to get laid," she said to herself.

Debbie sighed when she read John's message. He was asking if he could meet her tonight, have a casual drink somewhere and take it from there.

She got out of her swivel office chair and paced the carpeted floor barefoot, pondering John's request. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and she would never know for sure what he was like or if there was any chemistry there until she met him in person. Hell, she wasn't doing anything. Just arrange to meet him in a public place. If all went well she could either go back to his place or invite him back to hers.

Debbie came to a decision. There was a local tavern within walking distance of her place. She wrote John a message, stating she was keen to meet for a drink at the tavern and go with the flow. She suggested a nine o'clock timeslot and sent the message.

He replied in less than a minute, agreeing to meet at nine.

Debbie glanced at the little clock in the bottom right-hand corner of her computer screen and saw that she had less than an hour to get ready and get to the tavern. All that tea was going through her system, so she visited the bathroom first, then sprayed on some perfume rather liberally all over her chest and throat. Now it was into the bedroom to decide what to wear. She wanted to look sexy, but respectable. She certainly didn't want to appear like her mind was made up that they were going to have sex. John seemed nice and he looked attractive in his photos, but it was always different meeting people face to face. The meeting may just feel awkward and totally lack chemistry.

She decided on a black dress that hung halfway down her thighs, hugged her hips and butt nicely and showed just a subtle hint of cleavage. She slipped into some lacy black panties and didn't bother with a bra as she didn't need one with this particular dress. Debbie shrugged into the dress and appraised herself in the full-length bedroom mirror. She looked nice, her long blonde hair flowing over her left shoulder. After clipping on a watch, putting on some earrings and latching a silver chain around her neck, she returned to the bathroom and lightly applied some make up. The final touch was to step into a pair of black shoes with five inch heels. She was only short and, according to John's profile, he was quite tall. She didn't want to feel like a midget next to him.

The short walk to the tavern was along a well-lit path running parallel to a main road, so she felt perfectly safe walking alone. She arrived right on nine o'clock and entered the main bar, where a three-piece band was belting out old rock tunes from the 80s and 90s. The music was a little before her time, but she didn't mind some of it. In her opinion there wasn't enough rock played on the airwaves today.

John was already there, waiting near the ATM where she'd told him to meet her. He had no drink in hand and was leaning casually against the money machine, looking very relaxed. As Debbie drew nearer he greeted her with a bright smile. She inwardly sighed with relief. He didn't just look like his pics, he looked way better than his pics!

"Hi, Debbie," he said and bent to kiss her on the cheek. "Let's go to the bar and get some drinks."

Debbie tailed the tall, handsome man over to the bar, where they waited a couple of minutes to get served. He ordered an ale for himself and a champagne for her. She gratefully accepted the drink and immediately took a sip. Nice and cold and sweet. Perfect.

They found seats as far away from the band as possible so they would be able to converse without screaming at each other. Debbie felt surprisingly relaxed in this man's company. Perhaps because he seemed so chilled himself. She was liking him and there was an obvious chemistry between them. Even though they barely knew each other, she already knew she was going to ask him back to her place for sex.

Why the hell not?