Helena was tall with thick, long dark hair and big brown eyes. She had just arrived in New York from Colombia 3 months ago and was still trying to get her head around the craziness of the English language. She was glad to be there, learning and just starting to work for a local commercial editing and color grading agency. After a recent break up, she had signed up for Tinder, half expecting to find nothing at all, but hoping she might get lucky. As usual, everyone was either ignoring her or looking for a MFF threesome.

Then one Friday evening, while getting swipe-happy, someone finally reached out with a message and started a real conversation. Her name was Maria, she was a local New Yorker, and she wanted to meet in person. Helena was excited. More than excited. She was wet. And she hadn’t even left the house.

She took the subway in from Brooklyn to the city and made her way to the café Maria had suggested. Helena was there right on time. After 5 minutes, she began to grow worried. “What if Maria didn’t come? What if she…” But Helena didn’t get to finish her thought as Maria walked through the café doors. She was thunderstruck. Maria was just as beautiful in real life as she was in her photos. Shoulder length dark blonde hair, deep blue eyes and the sexiest pair of hips leading up to a stunning, petite waist that Helena was immediately fantasizing about wrapping her legs around. She stood up to greet Maria and they both kissed on the cheek and hugged politely. “Sorry I’m late! I had to park my car and walk a couple blocks.” “Of course! It’s fine” Helena replied.

They sat down and continued to chat about life, Helena’s reasons for moving to New York, what Maria did for work, food, politics, travel…and then Helena gracefully steered the conversation toward past sexual encounters. “What was your first time with a woman like?” Helena asked Maria.

“Oh I knew from when I was pretty young. My first time on Tinder was with someone who wasn’t as experienced as me so it was kind of awkward. But the second one was amazing. We clicked, it was easy and there was no drama. After all this is just sex, it’s meant to be enjoyed and there doesn’t have to be any more that that, you know?”

“I completely agree” Helena nodded. “I mean, I’ve just come out of a relationship so that is definitely the case for me. But also I feel like people in Colombia are just more open than New Yorkers. You’re all so up tight here!”

Maria’s laughter of agreement tinkled brightly and Helena squeezed her legs together. She tried not to bite her lip while being drawn in my Maria’s smile…and her white business shirt, slightly sheer with her bra just showing through where the fourth button struggled to keep her breasts from bursting out.

“So what do you think? Should we do something?” Maria asked all of a sudden, waking Helena out of her brief reverie. Helena perked up immediately
“Yes.” The statement was clear. She was drunk with anticipation for what could happen next between them.
“Where should we go? I’m new, so I’m not sure.” she said.

After paying the check they both stepped outside and Maria proposed,
“Why don’t we go for a walk?”
“Ok” Helena replied.

Now she could tell Maria was a tease. Why would she make her wait? They walked around a few blocks and when there was finally a pause in the conversation, Helena demanded quietly,
“Let’s go to your car”.
“Ok” Maria replied, now relinquishing control of the situation to Helena.

After a few blocks, they approached Maria’s black tinted window jeep.