We continued to chat over the next few days both looking forward to finally see each other in the flesh when Ryan commented on some of my videos on my...profile and that it included a few group videos and was this something I was interested in which of course I told him I was.So eventually Thursday evening came and I headed off to meet Ryan feeling very excited but also very nervous I could feel my heart beating furiously in my chest I walked in and he was sat exactly where he said he would be. "You cold Samantha?" Uncle John asked, noticing me shiver."No.. No.. Not at all, just someone walking over my grave." I stammered, giggling nervously. Man! He still gave me the creeps."Nice outfit! Really suits you.."I thought so too. In addition to my short skirt, "fuck me" heels and stockings I was wearing a tight red top that was simple but sexy. It clung to me in a way that made me feel good. It was one of my favourite outfits, guaranteed to get a few stares which in turn was guaranteed to. 'Hey, don't go. You could do us a favour,' the woman said. 'We could?' Maggie blinked. 'Absolutely. The thing is, we brought our camera to take a few pictures. It's got one of those delayed shutter releases, only this little table's too low – all we're getting pictures of is our knees.' 'You want us to take some pictures while you, er . . . ?' 'Fuck? If you don't mind,' the woman said brightly. 'I mean, that's why you're here, right? Well, it'd be really fun to have some pictures to look. I am flattered, completely taken by surprise actually; I have never had another female tell me they thought I was pretty, and especially not a complete stranger as beautiful as you are. You sense my nervousness but decide to press on and take a chance, removing your right hand from the steering wheel you quickly place it on the bare, rain wet skin of my thigh above my left knee, gently giving it a loving squeeze before beginning to slide your fingers back and forth smoothly over my thigh in.