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By *igaro OP Man
over a year ago
Leeds |
We’d been chatting for a while on fab. Her pictures and videos were some of the best I’d seen and had encouraged me to message her. I honestly didn’t think I’d get a reply as I assumed she’d be inundated. However, a brief greeting from her and we started with the usual - tentatively finding out about each other. Trying to ascertain what approach would work with her. Would she respond to the gentlemanly responses or utter filth immediately! For some reason women don’t seem to like ‘Fancy a fuck?’ as an initial message.
We got on well and I looked forward to seeing when she was online and we could resume our conversation. It flowed and we never seemed to be stuck for anything to say. Eventually we got sexual - though not with what we wanted to do to each other. More our likes and dislikes. Her pictures and videos had already given me some indication of her kinks. Our chat illuminated some more, even more exciting than I thought.
Her pictures and videos became even more titillating as I imagined myself in the situations with her, helping her cum - just like she made herself cum so magnificently. I was careful not to push things to far in our chats and spoil what we already had but I was looking forward to where this might go.
At long last I tentatively asked, ‘so, do you want to meet up for a coffee?’ I sent the message and waited for the reply, heart in mouth. |
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By *igaro OP Man
over a year ago
Leeds |
She responded that she’d love to and suggested a time and place on Saturday. Only two days to go but already I was thinking about possibilities. I dragged myself back to reality reminding myself it was just coffee. A chance to get to know each other and see if there was a spark. Maybe a kiss at the end. There was only that one coffee I’d had that had progressed much much further but I’ll save that for another story.
At last Saturday arrived and I made my way to this independent coffee shop out of town. It was quaint. Despite the fact I was early, she was even earlier. Was this an indication she was really eager or was I overthinking it? We did the usual first introduction. Firm handshake, awkward hug, kiss on the cheek? We both settled for the awkward hug and sat down. I had a chance to really study her without, hopefully, looking too weird.
That smile was there. The one in most of her pictures. It lit up her room and made my heart pound. Her eyes were even more beautiful in person than her pictures. Her blonde hair framed her face and drew me in. As for the rest of her, a shirt unbuttoned just the right amount. Not too much that it was tarty but just enough to have me glancing down more often than I should. Her skirt was knee length with boots that turned me on so much. I was already undressing her and we’d not even ordered our drinks yet.
The waitress came and took our order which I hurriedly gave so I could get back to talking to her. I’ve been on meets where I’ve got on really well online but the conversation in person just hasn’t matched up. Not here as we continued exactly where we’d left off. We were both laughing and flirting over our coffee and the time flew. A first cup turned into a second cup and I didn’t want it to end. All too soon we’d finished and it was time to leave. She excused herself to the bathroom leaving me thinking I really want to meet her again and for much more than coffee. She came back, leant over me and stuffed something in my hand. It was a thong, a very wet thong. I stuffed it in my pocket as she asked if I had plans. I rushed to pay the bill bit caring that my hard cock was showing, straining to be released from my trousers. I love just you the road she’d said. And with that we walked out of the coffee shop, arm in arm... |
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