The cute barman has been upping the ante recently. Our rather innocent, yet flirty IM chats of the last few months have degenerated into pretty steamy cybersex chats. He is determined to ‘have’ me and we’ve agreed that a no strings sexual encounter will be the next step. We have known one another for a few years now, as social acquaintances (he was the barman at my office local) and then Facebook friends. It is strange how something so seemingly fleeting can fuel such lustful thoughts. And then there is his age. 28! He reminded me of that last night when we were chatting. So much younger, yet so deliciously decadent.
I find myself fantasizing about him when I’m working and I have taken to listening to the Arctic Monkeys in a bid to conjure up his Northern charm. My daydreams dwell on what it will be like when we finally meet again, that first moment of eye contact across the room and the tingling butterflies, the rising sense of anticipation. We haven’t seen each other in person since our ‘chats’ became rather more. He now IMs and texts almost daily, planting little erotic images in my mind, tempting, teasing me along.
I desire him.
I long to kiss him, to taste his tongue, his scent.
I want to bury my nose in his neck, inhale and lick that spot just below his jaw and ear.
I want to touch his hand, feeling my way up his arm, under his shirt sleeve, feeling his warmth, unbuttoning his top with my other, revealing his chest.
I want to slip my hand below his shirt, tracing the outline of his ribcage, down to that soft fleshy part above the hip bone, then run my fingers inside his trousers from his side to his front so I can undo his belt and unzip his jeans.
I want him to be hard, to feel excited at the thought of what I am about to do.
I want to slip my hand inside his unzipped trousers and tease out his cock, gently, pulling his trousers down a fraction to reveal him fully.
I take him in my mouth, licking the underside of his dick as I do so, letting my lips gently brush over his shaft as I draw him in.
I press harder with my lips and tongue as I slowly move my head away again, stopping when I find that sensitive spot underneath, where the rim begins and ends.
I move my tongue along this rim, to the left, then to the right and pull his entire dick into my mouth, feeling his tip at the back of my throat.
He gasps and holds my hair, guiding me to his rhythm.
I close my eyes and just feel.
Red moist darkness.
He quickens the pace, we are rolling, lurching, falling together.
Then the moment comes when he suddenly stops, pulls back a little and then thrusts forward one more time.
I feel him deep inside my mouth. I feel the hot jets trickle down my throat. The salty sea.
I swallow him.
He falls to his knees opposite me.
We look into each other’s eyes. He is beautiful.
I am wet.