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By *dgeKing OP Man 22 weeks ago
Guildford |
We’d been texting back and forth for a few days. She was a terrible texter: one-word answers, vague as hell. Honestly, I was convinced she wasn’t interested. After about a week I figured “fuck it,” bit the bullet, and asked if she’d like to meet up. I braced myself for silence or a polite no.
Nothing for forty-eight hours.
Then, out of nowhere: “I’d love to.”
She asked where. I told her I didn’t drive and she lived about an hour away, but my parents were gone the following weekend, so the house would be empty. “Sounds perfect,” she replied, and we kept texting.
I still wasn’t convinced she was real. We swapped a few more pics: nothing heavy, just normal clothed shots. Her camera was ancient, blurry as shit, and she clearly had no idea how phones worked. It was honestly frustrating.
A couple days before the meet-up, I suggested a quick call, half-expecting a dude’s voice or the whole thing to fall apart.
She answered. Soft, feminine, a little nervous. Definitely a woman. The call only lasted ten minutes: basic “how are you,” “still on for Saturday?” stuff. But hearing her voice made it real.
The day before we were due to meet, the texts turned filthy.
She told me she had stockings, suspenders, and some exotic lingerie just for me. I told her I was already rock-hard thinking about it.
She said she wasn’t completely shaved, just a neat little trim. As someone who loves a bit of bush, that sent me over the edge.
I told her I couldn’t wait to spend hours with my face buried between her thighs, licking her slow until she begged.
“God, I’m soaking wet already,” she wrote back. Then she added something that made my cock throb: “Your cock is going to be in my mouth longer than it’s ever been in anyone else’s.”
I didn’t totally understand what she meant at the time… but I was about to find out. |
