We’d got chatting on a kink site. Similar tastes, she liked my writing, that type of thing. The chats were very polite, not distant but certainly not flirty either. It would happen in bursts here and there, we’d chat every couple of days for a week, then not for a few weeks, and then one day she invited me to coffee if I “was ever in the neighbourhood”. It didn’t happen right away but did happen. It was nice to meet her and chat in person. It was a little more flirty but nothing that suggested we’d ever meet up for sex.
And then one night, after she’d had a few wines, we got chatting on kik. Things escalated really quickly. She told me she loved my stories. She told me that she’d imagined things. I pressed her on what type of things and, to my surprise, what she described more voyeuristic than participatory. She described watching me with another woman in vivid detail. She’d clearly given it a lot of thought. It was very hot, and flattering, but I asked if she’d ever want to do those things with me directly.
“Absolutely! I’d be aching to be her. Or even to join in with you both. But you wouldn’t do any of that with me.”
I corrected her. She was hot and we got along really well. Of course, I would.
“No. I’d like you to not do it. I’d want you to not want me. Be totally lost in her and ignore me.”
It intrigued me. We discussed further. I was very turned on by the idea. She was too. I’m pretty sure we both masturbated after that chat.
The next chat I raised it again. She was a little embarrassed but I assured her that she didn’t need to be. We talked about it a few times in the coming weeks and then one day I pressed my luck.
“How about I bring a date around your place one day. I’d tell her you’re a friend. We could pop in on the way to dinner or something. Maybe I could get a little handsy with her.”
She said she’d think about it. I asked her next chat and she said she was nervous but wanted to. We made it happen.
My date was someone I’d seen casually on and off over the past year. A friend with benefits. I knew she wouldn’t be jealous. I also knew she was pretty exhibitionistic. We arrived in the afternoon, met with my “friend” and took her up on her offer of coffee. The moment she walked off to make it, I ran my hand over my date’s leg.
“You look sexy today,” I said.
She smiled. We kissed. I ran my hand a little higher. She didn’t stop me. I wondered if my friend was peering in. I assumed she was and ran my hand up to grab my date’s ass. I was very turned on. Firstly, my date was hot. Secondly, I’m exhibitionistic myself. And lastly, it was hot to make someone’s fantasy come to life.
“What’s got into you?” my date asked.
“I’m very turned on,” I whispered, taking her hand and putting it on my bulging cock.
“Oh. Yes, you are. You better calm down,” she said with a giggle.
My friend returned a few minutes after we’d stopped, suggesting that she’d only started making the coffee once we had. We made some small talk. We were asked how we met. My date was asked if I ‘look after her’, to which she answered in a positive but vague response, which to most people wouldn’t mean much but since my friend knew we were only FWB clearly translated to ‘he fucks me good’.
My heart was still beating fast and my cock was still straining in my pants. The whole scene was electric. My ‘friend’ must have read my mind because at that moment she checked the time and said something along the lines of “I’m so sorry. I just need to make a call. Can I leave you two for ten or 15 minutes?”. We agreed and off she went, leaving us sitting in the living room.
“Do I look after you?” I said, hand rubbing up my date’s leg again.
“You always do,” she said, biting her lip.
We kissed again. My hand traveled up the inside of her legs. She grabbed it and told me to calm down again.
“We have 10 to 15,” I said.
“You’re so naughty.”
“You love it.”
She does. She also loves risk. We kissed passionately, hands all over each other. I directed her hand back to my cock and she squeezed and rubbed it through my pants. My fingers slipped under her panties and I rubbed my finger up and down her wet pussy several times before zeroing in on her clit. She sighed and sucked my tongue and nibbled my lip. I reached down and unzipped.
“Are you crazy!” she whispered.
“We still have 5 to 10 minutes,” I replied.
I took out my cock and she began to stroke it. Then, she lowered her head. I knew she would. She loves giving me head. With her distracted by my cock, I scanned the room. I saw my friend, peering in through the crack in the door that leads to her kitchen. I held eye contact and she opened it a little bit further.
Her hand was under her dress, between her legs, moving back and forth as she watched my getting my cock sucked. True to my promise, I didn’t watch for very long. Instead, I gave my date all my attention, ignoring my friend as she rubbed her pussy, wishing she was sucking my cock.
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