The chat message came over just after lunch, a usual approach in this affair. Seated at his office chair, he didn’t have to hear the notification. There wasn’t any. The weeks long chat session of endless filth and fun kept him buzzing and alive. He knew when she would send. And vice versa.
This particular photo was of her in her vehicle. Her tits spilling out of her top, she passed along a message of how she snuck off to her car to spread her legs and rub one out to his earlier dick pic.
“Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.”
There was something familiar in the background of this salacious photo. A local landmark. A sign from a popular restaurant. The two had never discussed much personal information when involved in this. It was a mutual agreement. The anonymity was a turn on and safety valve from letting too much push into normal everyday life. This was an outlet for sexual release, nothing more. He knew she worked in sales, that was about it. She knew he was an office drone.
If this photo was legitimate, she was now a mere few blocks away. He was instantly hard but conflicted. They never talked about where they lived much. He knew she was in the same time zone, but this was about pushing buttons through words, pictures, videos and audio messages. He could ask her about where she was in that photo, risking losing a beneficial distraction to mundane everyday life.
But maybe it was worth it. Maybe he could take off the rest of the day, find a hotel and fuck her brains out. Maybe they wouldn’t even make it that far. Maybe she would be accepting of a new arrangement and be thrilled about having her pussy filled up in person.
“Fuck it. I’m going to ask.”
He typed out a message directly naming the restaurant and the street it was on, judging to see what her reaction was. It came swift.
[Ummm…yeah..? Why?] the response read.
He quickly responded that he knew the place and was only a few blocks away.
[Really? This is sorta creepy tbf.]
His heart sank and he fired off a quick text to try to salvage some face, but there was no response. She had logged out and the messages weren’t being delivered according to what he was seeing on his messaging app.
“Well, there goes that.”
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At midnight a message came over from her again. It was unusual to hear from her this late. But his body jolted at the contents of the message.
It was a photo of a hotel a mile away.
[Room 202]
She logged off again before he could ask more questions, but he rose to his feet and prepared to get dressed. He didn’t have anyone to answer to in his real life, but he was a tiny bit concerned this could be a weird setup or something nefarious. So, he wrote a note saying where he was going and left it on the kitchen table. If something happened, the police would have something to go on.
He pulled into the parking lot a few minutes later, sweating and shaking like a leaf. He was not hard or particularly excited to be there but he put this into motion and wanted to see where it led. The hotel room had outdoor access so there wasn’t any awkward fumbling through a lobby on the way to this booty call.
He found the room rather easily. The lot was rather full so he was not sure which car was hers. But he arrived at the door and nearly started to knock when it cracked open.
He pushed it open further and saw her reclining on the bed in his favorite black lingerie he often requested her to pose in. She patted the space next to her to invite him to sit or lie down. He wondered if it was all a dream.
He slowly reclined next to her, not sure what to say. She put her finger over her lips in a “Shhh” way and began to unbutton his shirt. He complied.
She popped each button open and walked down his chest with her nimble fingers with the greatest of care. They’ve been through this scenario before but this was like a sensory overload. He could smell her perfume, see the texture of her smooth skin and listen to her breathe. Her fingers danced over his hairy chest and then as she opened the shirt, she began to plant small kisses on his breast.
And her kisses dove lower.
Lower still.
Across the belly.
Further south.
His manhood came to life in his pants as her fingers snapped open his button. She reached into his jockey shorts and wrapped her fingers around his member and squeezed. He let out a moan. She didn’t let go.
Her mouth walked back up his body and they connected in a wildly passionate kiss, cutting right through whatever tension and nerves might have came along for the ride.
Her hands worked quickly to remove whatever clothes he had left. His just melted gently into her smooth skin, going wherever he pleased. Once the groping reached a crescendo, she popped up, smiled and quickly undid her bra in front of his face, letting her juicy, perky tits come into view. His hands followed onto them and his erection instantly started to churn precum.
She moaned from his touch, her moist panties the only thing standing in the way of fuck they both deeply craved. His masculine drive started to take over and he suddenly pinned her to the bed while one free hand searched desperately to remove those panties. He grabbed one side of them and she aided the rest, lowering them over her thighs and then quickly she kicked them off and onto the floor.
He lurched his body between her thighs, with his bare cock rubbing against her opening as they violently fumbled with the urges present. He reached down with little hesitation and guided his pulsing member inside her, looking down at her eyes as he pumped inside this very real hole he had only jerked to.
Here she was. His flesh deep inside hers.
And he let her know it.
His hips rolled over her as she cried out. He bucked wildly as their skin slapped from the commotion of the moment. His thrusts were immediate and direct. There was nothing fancy about this. She opened up and just let him beat into her.
Over. And. Over. And. Over. Again.
Straining and growling, they fucked like only two connected souls could. He bit her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair. His name crossed her lips.
Then they rolled over. She gladly got on top of his hardness and sunk into it. His eyes were on fire, seeing her tits bounce in front of him. He gripped her ass and thrusted upwards, meeting her.
The pace quickened, both sensing a crash of emotions ready to envelope the room. She took on the final moments like it was the last thing she was instructed to do on this earth and his mind collapsed in on itself, his only thoughts were of the pleasure he was receiving.
She placed her hands on his chest and milked everything out of him. His body shuddered and released, coating her walls with an orgasm that paralyzed him in time. Her legs quaked under her and she immediately fell on his chest. Their sweat and stink clinging to everything.
The calm settled the room but they knew this was just the start of one of the best nights of their lives.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k7mfdc/the_sign_says_to_take_a_chance_mf_online_romance
Sexy, and, dare I say it, romantic.