I cannot remember if I posted and he responded, or if it was the way around. What matters is that this was my first time meeting someone from here, but we were practically neighbors. Meeting up took no effort. We met up on the street near where we lived: we promised this was just a date in public to see if we felt anything, to appease our nervousness.
As soon as we gave each other a greeting hug, I knew I wanted to feel our naked bodies press together. I was proud of myself that night, however: I was conversational, trying to understand why we were both entertaining the idea of fucking a stranger from the internet, when all I wanted was to hunt him and taste all of his flesh.
We waved goodnight, but not for long.
With a simple email, he came over to my place, where he promised he would follow my lead and only go as far as I wanted. I thought we might make out, get handsy, nothing too innocent but not too kinky either. Naturally, I was wrong. One kiss led to the shivers from his hand running down my back, our mouths opening with wet curiosity, the pressing of my hipbone up against his. Before I knew it, I had taken off his shirt and was rubbing his hands all over his soft torso. He did not even try to conceal his bulge.