I slam the plastic shot glass back on the bar - liquid courage in the form of a tequila. I’d been the one to push this blind date, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still nervous.

Casual dress was what had been agreed on, but I was pretty sure I’d missed the mark there. The bright green nail polish on my toenails was visible owing to the open toe heels I had on. The green compliments the black fishnets covering my legs, finishing mid thigh and attached with elastic straps to a garter belt that was visible above the waist of my shorts, sitting on my hips, even though the straps themselves went inside the leg and came out at the top of the waist. My shorts themselves were black, almost spray-on tight denim, with a smooth front and a glittering silver zip that ran down the ass, the whole length of my crack and finish at my taint. The whole look was finished with a white, long sleeve crop top that was a little short, so a flash of under boob (of what boob there was) was visible, and my fingernails painted to match my toes - and also matched the green metal bars I had through each nipple, the bump visible through my top due to a lack of bra.

A bit full on for a first date, but at a pretty popular gay club I hardly stood out.

Looking at my phone to remind myself how you look, I order another shot. Since I’d seen you and been told about you, I was eager for this - I loved few things more than dating and the nervous, exciting flirting it came with.

Plus the prospect of what was to come…

So do you fancy coming on a blind date? I’ve left your character fairly open, as well as the direction - is if reserved flirting, dorky joke or full on sexual-tension from minute one? I can assure you I’m happy with any!

Kinks and other details can be discussed in messages and you’re welcome to ask/vary the scene how ever you’d like… otherwise I look forward to seeing some orange envelopes!