After beginning to chat on here, before moving to another platform, R and I had been getting to know each other, learning that we had a similar sense of humour, a shared naughty streak (the unexpected punchline to a joke leading to this sexy lady sending us a picture of her tits. They looked amazing, nice large, dark nipples that were begging to be sucked) and, perfectly for us, a liking for the ladies. While arranging a time for this gorgeous woman to join us for some fun, I, kisser, the guy, struck up a further conversation. The banter that flowed back and forth between us was electric.
Conversation shifted to a possible meet between just the two of us far in advance of our availability for a threesome. We discussed scenarios, fantasies, wouldn't it be sexy as fuck to...
One scenario that excited us both was the silent stranger. After an erotic text chat we talked through what we each expected from this fantasy. Ideas and preferences were exchanged, nothing to go near her pristine arse hole other than my tongue, she'd tried anal play and it wasn't for her but rimming. Oh yes, she loved that. The feel of the tongue as her pussy was being fingered, that was a particularly hot exchange.
After teasing each other for what seemed an eternity, I simply asked if she wanted to turn fantasy into reality?
Watching the screen intently as I sent the message mid conversation, I waited. All too slowly, the message finally said 'delivered'.
My messages had been read almost instantly for most of the evening, and yet this one refused to show the little 'r' that would indicate she had read it. And then it struck me! In the menu list of messages, the first few words were visible prior to being opened. Thoughts rushed through my head. Had she seen the content of the message and didn't want to open it as I'd gone too far? Maybe she was thinking, who is this middle aged blob that thinks he could get his hands on me? When I got to, her house could have been struck by lightning, I realised that I was making too much of it. Relax, I thought, you never really get this excited about the prospect of a meet. Excited, yes, but this was something different. She made me laugh, and she was fucking gorgeous.
After having another perve at her pics on fab, I went to bed with pleasant images gently floating around in my head. Mmmm, how sweet her pussy looked in those pictures. How sweet would it taste?
When I awoke in the morning, the message had been read. A reply sent.
It said simply, yes.
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