After sexting a couple of times, and flirting for much longer, we finally break the anticipation and decide to meet in person.
We meet at an average bar 10 mins from your house, where we share slightly awkward drinks at first. I think we were both expecting the slight discomfort to start but before long we fall into cheeky jokes and shameless flirting. After about half an hour there is a natural lull in the chat and we make eye contact, both thinking the same thing. You say something along the lines of ‘I don’t suppose you want to come and see where I live?’ Dancing around a topic we’ve openly talked over again and again.
I eagerly agree and we head back to yours. When we arrive you give me a tour, ending up in your bedroom. I sit on the bed and take off my coat, which is all the encouragement you need. You cross the room and take me in your arms, softly kissing me while we both clumsily undress. You lean me back on the bed, and your kisses get firmer as you slide a hand up one of my thighs. I open my legs and pull you closer, and you start gently rubbing my clit with your hand.