We’ve been talking online for months now. At first it started as just a friendly chat, talking endlessly about anything that came to our mind. Then after the first picture swap something else appeared between us, too. That tension, like a wildfire, quickly grew. Chatting for hours on end about what we would do to and with each other, before you broke the ice. You’ve sent me a photo of yourself, naked, your hard cock in your hand. My response was quick, too, a photo of myself, naked, too, kneeling on my bed as if I was riding you. From this there was no turning back. We’ve came for each other many times, recording and sending the videos to the other.
Since it was quarantine season, we couldn’t even think about personal meeting, so we just played online, teasing and getting off with each other. But it’s over now, the quarantine is lifted and it’s time to make our online fantasies a reality.
We agree to meet in the small coffee shop near my apartment in the afternoon. I arrive there first, and order a hot chocolate for myself. After I got my drink, I sit down at a table by the window. Lost in thought, I start eating the whipped cream from the top of my drink, mindlessly licking my spoon clean before each new dose of sweet treat.