I [22, F] met this guy [22, M] a few years ago over the phone while chatting with a friend about his toned six-pack. Of course, that was something I desperately wanted to see, so I asked him to take a quick snap, and as the obedient slut he is, he did.
Fast forward to years later, we became friends with benefits, something I was longing for from the day I first saw him. One day we had taken a weekend trip together to a lavish intimate spa not far away from us. I put on a pair of black tights and a tight red shirt with a deep v-line with lace. I matched my makeup to my red shirt and tucked a pair of sunglasses behind my light blond, now curly hair. I sprayed my sweetest perfume on my neck, hoping he’d come close to smell it and I could take that as an opportunity to kiss his soft lips. He picked me up in a tight grey sleeveless shirt which was showing off his remarkable biceps. It was short enough to not cover his crotch area since his light brown pants were perfectly fitted around his member and his firm ass. His long dirty-blond hair was loosely captured in a bun as a few small strands were covering his deep brown eyes and luscious lips. I heard a warm yet deep “Hello” coming from his mouth while he was taking my suitcase and flexing his biceps which just made me unable to reply so I just gave him a quick pleased smile and went in for a hug. Just the feeling of his toned arms tightly hugging my whole body left me wanting more.