I met Jane on fab. A couples profile but it was mainy Jane using the account. They lived in the same small seaside town.
7 public pictures captivated me.
The swell of her breasts, the full cleavage, the curve of her neck and the bare skin there, a tumble of silky auburn hair. Even the picture of her pretty red painted toes had me desperate for her, for more.
I looked at her verifications, the men she’d played with. Hung. Fit. Handsome. I imagined her playing with them and would immediately be hard as a rock. Jealous. Wishing I could be them.
Using my ‘who is near by’ feature I would see that she was often close by, when I was at home and at work. Even my usual coffee spot sometimes was near by. Sitting drinking coffee one day I saw a woman with similar curves, same colour hair, my heart felt like it would explode in my chest wondering if it were her.
Should I approach? My hands shook as I opened fab to message her. But nothing. Jane started to take over my every waking thought…
I was lucky, sometimes she’d message, always teasing that she was close by. She gleaned early on from the tone of my messages that I was besotted, in lust with her.
I work as a cook in a small cafe. Jane knew where I worked, she teased me that she drove past everyday on her way to work. Anytime I was outside laying tables or taking out the recycling, I’d watch the cars pass, desperate to catch a glimpse of her. I still hadn’t seen her face.
Then one day it happened. |
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I checked my phone mid morning to see she’d sent me a picture, she was in one of my usual coffee hang outs. I was stuck at work so I knew I couldn’t go. So frustrating!
Then she messaged and asked if the coffee at my work was any better… more teasing I thought. My work is pretty intense so I couldn’t respond as fully as I’d like, but then it happened. She was there.
She appeared at the bar area of the cafe, I was heading through when I saw her. I was sure it was her, the curves, that hour glass body, she’d put Jessica Rabbit to shame. Her eyes met mine and time stood still. Now, I’m no writer, so I don’t know how I could do her justice, what words I could write that could possibly convey how gorgeous she is. Nothing could have prepared me for how beautiful she is. The eyes, the cute smile, the cheekbones framing her perfect face. She smiled. I can still see it if I close my eyes.
I couldn’t breathe. ‘Play it cool just play it cool’ I berated myself as I headed back to the kitchen, desperate to work from a vantage point where I could keep watching her. What if it’s not actually her? The thought only crossed my mind for the briefest of moments because in my heart I knew. I’d stroked myself to those curves enough times. I knew her body by heart.
Time became a blur, I wondered how I could get to her, get her alone. I wondered if I could take her round the back to the shed. All I want was her to come somewhere alone with me.
I came outside in time to see her leave. She smiled again. My heart burst.
I logged onto fab and messaged her, to tell her how stunning she Is… |
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We exchanged a few more messages, I went over the top gushing about how perfect I thought she was. I asked her what she thought of me; ‘well I’m still talking to you, what does that tell you?’
Always keeping me on edge and wanting more. I tried to ask her to meet me for coffee but our schedules wouldn’t align and she didn’t seem interested… but I remained besotted. It’s one thing fancying someone in real life, but when you’ve also seen their profile on fab it makes your mind explode with erotic possibilities. Knowing underneath her stylish wardrobe was a body just made for sex made me pulsate with desire.
A while later I noticed a status update from her account, they were looking for coffee dates for socials. My face burned with jealousy, I wanted it to be me. I felt sick in my stomach knowing that she’d be meeting other men. But there was something else. A feeling I didn’t really understand; I was aroused… turned on at the thought of her being naughty, of giving other men everything I wanted. I imagined her getting ready, for “him”. Showering. Sitting in a towel and applying skin cream all over her naked skin (ughhhh God yes) doing her make up. The thought of her looking in the mirror putting on lipstick, a thick glossy red coating on her plump sexy kissable lips… my cock throbbing at the thought.
What would she get up to on her coffee date? Would she kiss him? More? How would I know? |
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I asked her when her first date would be, she said the following Thursday. All week I felt those new feelings, the weird anxious cocktail of desire and jealousy. Jane sent me a picture of her dates big cock and my face flushed and burned. Cuck angst pulsed through me.
I asked her what she planned on wearing for him. I asked what colour underwear she would choose, her response; ‘maybe I won’t wear any’
She knew exactly how to press my buttons, I was climbing the walls desperate to know more.
The day arrived of her ‘coffee date’. I found it hard to focus at work. Checking my messages in the bathroom at every opportunity.
Around 10am my heart leapt when I saw the familiar white box on my fab Home Screen. 1 unread message. Tapping the icon my messages appeared, her unread message in bright yellow sending an excited shiver through me, more so at the little paper clip icon showing that a picture was attached.
Two words.
“Getting ready”
The picture attached was her plump lips, pouting as she applied lipstick. My hands shook as I typed a reply; I wish it was for me.
No further messages. I felt an intense rushing in my ears as my mind raced with the possibilities of what she would be getting up to, what would she wear, what would she do with him. I’ve never felt so jealous. But also. I’d never been so rock hard.
Again a new message appeared, almost an hour later. 1 unread message. Another paperclip. The message slightly longer.
“Do you think he’ll like my outfit?”
The image of Jane dressed up for her date will be forever burned into my brain. What I saw on my phone screen nearly made me explode in my work trousers, I darent touch my hardness for fear I would cum. The perfect mix of sexy and elegant, her beautiful hair, the sensual smirk on her perfect red lips, the provocative amount of cleavage, the figure hugging dress… I wanted her so badly I could cry
Shaky hands and shallow breathing, heart pounding, impossibly hard erection. I felt a wet spot on my thigh as precum began to form on the tip of my painfully stiff cock.
‘He’s so lucky’ I typed in response.
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I was surprised when I received another message from her immediately.
‘Hmmmm, I wonder how lucky he’s going to get?’ And a wink emoji,
I quickly tapped out a shaky response;
‘What do you mean? It’s just coffee right? What are you going to do??’ I sent it. I was desperate to know but powerless to do anything about it. I waited a few moments more but nothing.
I got back to work and couldn’t focus, so took my break and sat outside. Refreshing my fab home screen and looking to see when she was last online. Knowing that she was probably with him in that very moment.
I imagined them sitting in a quiet corner, close together in a small booth, her leaning in to him. Lots of seductive meaningful eye contact, he’d keep glancing down at her chest and she’d smirk, knowing the sexual power she holds. I’d imagine her hand teasing up his thigh, coming close to where he so desperately wants to be touched… gahh stop! The thoughts threaten to overwhelm me. I check my phone again.
1 unread message.
From her.
I freeze.
No picture attached.
He is VERY well endowed… he’s gone to the bathroom, shall I follow him?
I knew I would reply yes before I’d barely finished reading her message.
I typed a reply;
How do you know he’s big? Did you touch it? Yes, follow him.
She replied immediately.
“I felt him under the table… good boy, just imagine what I’m about to do” followed by a lips emoji.
I gritted my teeth and tried to keep myself under control.
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The next 10 minutes were a blur. Opening and closing tabs on my phone. Checking her profile. And repeat.
I put my phone away and took some deep breaths. I tried to remind myself this was just some fun. I was just beginning to calm down when my phone vibrated in my pocket.
An unknown number.
‘Hello…
I read the message.
‘Erm hi? Who’s that?’ Hoping it was her.
‘Jane said you might like this’ it was him.
A picture appeared on my screen.
I recognised the decor of a Costa bathroom. I didn’t recognise the man smiling into the mirror that he was pointing his phone at. He was naked from the waist down, one hand lifting his top and exposing a toned stomach.
I did recognise the beautiful auburn hair and the shoulders of the outfit I’d seen this morning, though this time from behind. Jane was kneeling in front of him.
One didn’t need much imagination to work out what was happening.
‘Is this now?’
‘Please can I see more?’
‘Can I call you?’
I fired off messages rapidly desperate for more.
I called the unknown number using FaceTime… heart in my throat.
He answered.
I didn’t recognise his face, though I recognised the look of a man experiencing great pleasure, he looked at my anxious wide eyed stare and grinned.
He pressed the button to flip to front camera.
I recognised her. My crush, looking up at the phone, his cock in her mouth.
The moment she winked at me was the moment I had my first hands free orgasm, cumming in my trousers, spurt after spurt of cum shooting into my underwear… pleasure coursing through my cock as the heat of humiliation burned across my red face 😳 |
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