I first met Zoe when she was a student, It was around seven years ago now, and there happened to be a fun listing website in London that hadn’t turned into a place where every ad would get flagged.
On a whim I’d advertised for a partner in crime, younger who wanted to explore the delights of that London had to offer in the company of someone a little older. I had the fair share of wankers and time wasters, part of the territory for all of us I guess, but Zoe replied as well. At this point, she went by the improbable email name of April May. At first, I’ll confess I thought she was a time waster, but we quickly progress to messaging and finally after about a week of flirting, chats about movies, naughtier fantasies and bucket list sexual shenanigans, she sent me a fun picture of her.
She was a pocket rocket, clearly petite on top, and a big bum. She. Was standing in a black and white mini dress and top, with straight dark red hair and a delicious smile that had a hint of naughtiness. I felt as if I had stuck gold, and reader I had. That rare thing, a real young lady with a naughty streak who was also willing to take her time and explore together.
For the first couple of weeks we were chatting it was hard to find time to get together. However, I found that Zoe used to love waking up in her (shared) flat and tell me what she was wearing. Each night we would chat and message. I developed a game with Zoe where she would dress in her favourite outfit for the day, usually a white bra and thong and white stocking set. I’d play with her, via messaging. Allowing her to rub her clit for seconds at a time. Zoe would watch the screen for the message telling her when she could stop, progressing to telling her what position to rub and finger herself in. Zoe was eager to please and voice messages of her breathless and horny soon became the soundtrack of my midnight wanks. Over a few days, it progressed to videos of Zoe riding a suction cup dildo. Her smooth shaved pussy hungrily took the full length as she bounced up and down. Her voice, off camera told me how she was ‘aching to be fucked’. The conversations were so intense, erotic, and the games solidified that we both had a naughty streak about a mile wide.
In the week before our planned meet, I would select from a choice of three which knickers she would wear that day. Often rewarded with a picture that lunchtime of Zoe in the work loo her knickers on display, she was getting progressively more submissive and enjoying the praise and encouragement that became part of our play.
We had arranged to meet in Central London and go for a meal. Nothing too fancy, just a pizza on the South Bank and even though our chats had been intense and fun, I felt a sense of nervous anticipation as I parked and walked towards our meeting point.
She was there before me. Standing on the corner in a tight t-shirt that highlighted what she called her ‘dinky’ boobs. A pair of jeans showed off her wide hips and big bum. She looked delicious, the kind of girl that I’d look at and not be able to peel my eyes away.
She looked at her phone, waiting for me to message and I sent one telling her that ‘she looked amazing’.
She looked up and around quizzically, then saw me and I waved. She waved and came up, Immediately we were laughing at how crazy it was that we hadn’t yet met in person. Our chat turned to work, the weather and very vanilla topics, until halfway through our meal. Zoe got up to go to the loo and I said ‘Take the phone with you, you may get a message!’
‘Oh really?’ She replied with the cheesiest grin.
I watched her go off across the restaurant and as soon as she was out of sight I picked up my phone and sent ‘1. A picture of your lace knickers. 2. Take them off and bring them back to hand to me at the table’.
There was no reply, and I’ll be honest I thought that she may have been enjoying the night but hadn’t fancied more fun. Minutes passed and I saw her coming back to the table. Her head was down and she was walking quickly, but I could see that she had something in her left hand. She sat down at the table, her eyes sparkling and a shy smile.
‘Well, give me your hand then’ she said. I put my hand across the table and she swiftly put the contents of her left hand in mine. I took mine back and brought it swiftly back out of sight under the table. I felt it i my hand. Warm, and as I turned it, yes damp, a tiny, wet, little lace thong. I looked up at Zoe and just said ‘Bravo Zoe, I think it’s a bit damp this evening’.
‘It’s probably very wet’ she said with a wink as we ordered a coffee.
As we left the restaurant, we walked along the south bank and shared a kiss, In every other scenario this would have been romantic, but here it felt like sealing the deal. I watched her go off in her taxi before heading to my car. As I got in my phone beeped with a message from Zoe. ‘So what are we gonna do first?’ |
