when you first messaged me three months ago, i figured you were like every other guy i met online. we’d either talk for a very dirty thirty minutes and then never again, or maybe for two days, or possibly a week if you were as hopelessly horny as i am. but eventually it would end. another nameless stranger would know what i look like naked, maybe vice versa, and that would be it.
but with you, the one-week mark passed, and we were still talking. sometimes during the day, just about work. we learned things about each other besides sexual fantasies. it was fun to talk about what we’d like to be doing on any given night, but actually meeting seemed beyond the realm of possibility. the pandemic was still on, and we lived almost 1,000 miles apart.
then one day you called at lunch time. we sometimes did video calls, but only at night (unless it was a *very* lazy sunday). i figured you had pressed the wrong button, but picked up anyways.
“hello?”
“hey… so remember how i said [city] was the midpoint between us?”
“haha yeah, i remember.”
“well… what do you think about that?”
“it’s good to know i guess,” i chuckled. “why?”
“well, would you like to meet there? like would you be willing to come?”
my heart skipped a beat. i couldn’t believe you were really asking me this; you really wanted to meet me.
“yeah!”
you let out a strained laugh. “sounds like you hesitated.”
“no, no. come on. i just didn’t know you though about it in a serious way! i’d meet you there tomorrow.”
now you paused. it sounded like you were outside. a dog barked.
“i have a three-day weekend coming up that i could probably stretch into four days. i thought if we met up… it would be a good way to get out of town *and* get laid.”
“ever the romantic!” i smiled mischievously. your pragmatism was nothing if not complete.
“so… what do you think? should i find a place with a jacuzzi?”
i closed my eyes. i still couldn’t believe what i was hearing.
“whatever place you get, i’ll be there.”
“cool. ok well… i guess i’ll talk to you later.”
about two minutes after we hung up, i sent you a selfie making my are-you-serious face. *is this real life*? you sent one back, smiling in the car.
we had two weeks to plan. the midpoint city was one i had visited several times, but you had never visited or even driven through. i made a list of things we could do, but you told me you didn’t want to get out of bed the whole weekend unless we were going to fuck in the shower. i couldn’t tell if you were being serious about that, so i kept the list saved to my phone, but i also didn’t think very much about getting new clothes. why bother if they weren’t going to be worn anyways?
you got us a vacation rental after i said i didn’t want to meet in a hotel; it would be more fun if i knew i could be as loud as i wanted. the house didn’t have a jacuzzi, but it did have a washer and dryer *and* a patio bbq; AKA, apartment-dwellers’ paradise. it was hard for me to conceal exactly how excited i was to do the silly, boring parts of everyday life with you, like making the bed, and driving in a car to the grocery store, and sneaking up behind you to stick my hand down your pants. you told me not to expect any of those things; the bed would never be made, we’d order the groceries, and you had no intention of wearing pants.
i was flattered by how dedicated you were to the idea of 36 hours of sex. it had been a long time since i had been with someone physically–longer than you–and i was nervous about pleasing you. what if i didn’t look that great in person? what if i wasn’t as flexible as i claimed to be?
time flew by. soon it was the morning of the drive. i told you i was about to leave, and you said you were already an hour into the trip. i told you to tell me if you stopped halfway and turned around. eventually, you simply replied: “that’s not going to happen.”
we had talked a little bit about our expectations and boundaries, but we never really established exactly what we wanted the other person’s reaction to be when we were standing in front of each other for the first time. we had seen each other’s naked bodies so many times, and talked about how we would touch and kiss and feel almost every day since that first message. but i felt a lack of confidence now. what would you want? what did *i* want? what would happen if it was the worst sex of our lives? i had put a lot of stock in you; it was more than just a crush. what if you weren’t there, too?
the drive was long, but i know i was speeding for most of it. my body was so tense and anxious that i didn’t feel anything but my own heart beating as the hours passed. you messaged me when you arrived at the house and said you were going to lay down until i got there. not long after, i entered the city limits, and had to constantly stop myself from holding my breath. *almost there*.
i pulled up to the house and saw your car, with your state’s plates. i felt like i might cry from excitement. i parked, and checked my face in the rear-view mirror. i tried to smooth my hair just right. after a deep breath, i opened the door, and went to the trunk to get my bag. i heard the creak of the front door opening.
i looked up. it was you, in real life. we smiled. you walked towards me. i put my bag down.
“hey,” you said quietly, the least amount of sleep lingered in your voice.
“hey!” i was smiling like a kid on christmas. i raised my arms instinctually to hug you. you wrapped your arms around my waist and pulled me in tight, and my arms went around your neck as i stood on my tip toes. i smelled your neck. so wonderful. we stood still. then you let go, giving just a few inches breadth between our faces.
“can i kiss you?” you sounded so innocent and gentle, and you were *definitely* wearing pants. i nodded, and looked at your lips. i had never wanted to be kissed so badly in my life.
our noses touched, and i rubbed mine on yours; a cheeky eskimo kiss. then i closed my eyes, and felt your lips on mine. it was a sweet kiss, so soft and warm. i kissed you back, prodding your upper lip with my tongue. you pulled back, saying “easy, easy!” in mock sarcasm. i giggled, and leaned forward again. we must have stood there long enough for the neighbours to wonder what was going on; kissing and laughing and taking each other in. finally, you kissed my cheek, and said, “let me get that,” motioning for my bag. with the bag in one hand and my hand in the other, you led me inside.
“home sweet home!” i sighed, stepping in and feeling the air conditioning on my blushed face. you shut the door behind me.
“how do you feel? how was the drive?” you ask, looking at me.
“oh, i’m great! but, um… let me freshen up real quick…”
“oh sure, yeah. the bathroom is over here…” you showed me the door, and i went inside, closing it behind me. i didn’t lock it, but i knew you wouldn’t come in. i looked at myself in the mirror, in amazement. this is *really* happening. i quickly decided to take off my clothes and come back out in just my underwear. nothing fancy, but i knew it would definitely break the ice.
you were in the living room, your back to me. trying not to let my voice break in excitement, i asked, “what do you think?”
you turned around and looked me up and down twice before registering exactly what i said. “you don’t waste any time!” you said, one eyebrow raised.
“i’ve waited long enough,” i whispered, coming closer to you. “why don’t you show me the bedroom?”
i didn’t recognize the look on your face as you took me by the hand and walked down the hall to the master suite. i hoped you weren’t put off by how quickly i was willing to undress. in the room, you turned to look at me again, saying nothing. i walked toward the bed and bent over, pressing my hands on the mattress. i figured you were still looking, so i shook my ass a little before turning around. “should we try it out?” i asked, biting my lip.
in two quick steps, your hands were on me. one moved to my lower back, the other on my jaw as you kissed me again and again. you dropped your head to kiss my neck and i started pulling your shirt off. you pulled it over your head and dropped it to the floor, then carefully laid me on my back. i moved backwards until my feet weren’t dangling over the edge; watching you crawl towards me gave me goosebumps. you started kissing more aggressively, sucking hard. laying on top of me, you moved one hand to my chest and grabbed a boob over the bra. i sat up a little and unhooked it, letting my titties drop into your hands. your moan, seeing them, made my pussy swell. i told you to take your pants off; you nearly jumped up to comply. your semi popped out of your shorts, and i couldn’t help myself–i sat up, reaching for it.
i took your balls in one hand, and your cock in the other. they were so warm, and smooth–you must have shaved this morning. your uncut foreskin was barely revealing your dark pink head. i moved to sit at the edge of the bed, you standing just in front of me. with a firm grip at the base of your penis, i looked up into your eyes, and licked the tip. you closed your eyes. “fuck. yes.” i took you into my mouth, gently sucking and pressing my face to your stomach. you tasted perfect, better than i could have imagined. you instantly grew two inches in my mouth, gagging me. i started drooling as i tried to take you in down my throat, but at your full size, it was impossible.
i kept looking up at you as i used my hands and mouth on your fully erect cock. i wanted so desperately to hear you groaning with pleasure–and you did. but after just moments, you pushed me off. “my turn.”
i leaned back as you knelt on the floor in front of me. you pulled my hips towards you, my ass half off the bed. you pushed my thighs apart, squeezing them from the outside, moving your hands up to my ass. you stuck out your tongue, and immediately found my protruding clitoris. as you flicked it back and forth i couldn’t help but arch my back and sigh. i felt one hand move up to grab a boob, while the other one started rubbing my lips. i wriggled beneath you. this was beautiful torture.
as my moaning got louder, you slowed your tongue, and then stood up. you got back on the bed, at first on your hands and knees, over me. then you lowered yourself, and with your cock in one hand, you let it move up and down my pussy. i looked into your eyes and exhaled, “i need you inside me, now. now.” but you smiled and kept rubbing my lips, leaning down to suck on my nipples. then, without a word, you pushed yourself inside. i was tight, and moaned with my eyes closed. i reached down to feel you inside me, our thighs flush, our bodies hot on each other.
you lowered yourself to me and we began making out again. your hips slowly started grinding against mine. i had never felt so alive doing missionary! even after cumming over the phone a hundred times, this felt new and explosive. it felt like the room was a fission chamber and we were pure energy. you sped up a little, but not so much that your body lifted away from mine. my hands wrapped around your neck and back, pressing so hard i was sure it would leave bruises.
then i felt the switch flip in my body–i was going to cum. hard. i moaned, “it’s happening, i’m cumming, i’m…” everything tightened, then released. every nerve in my body illuminated as the blood rushing to my vagina made me squeeze you tighter. you lifted yourself a little, pushing your cock in as deep as possible, and then i felt it jerk. you answered my moans with your own, and our legs shivered against each other.
with your cum now deep inside me, you let your softening dick slide out. you lay down on your side next to me, with one arm under your head, and the other running up and down my core. i was still catching my breath. “oh my god,” i exhaled. “oh my god.” i rolled onto my side to face you, and kissed your nose. “that was fucking amazing.”
you smiled, then closed your eyes and rolled to your back. “yeah, it was, wasn’t it?”
i moved myself against you, my head on your arm, and one hand on your chest. our legs entwined. we didn’t say anything for a while, but eventually i sat up to look at the mess leaking out of me. “good thing you picked a place with a washer.”
you laughed softly, and put a hand on my back. “don’t bother. we’re just getting started.”
that was the truth!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/j8tkim/when_we_first_met_like_in_person