Fun IRL

Ever since you met him on the phone line, he was the reason that you raced home from work. You learned his name (Chris), and you both had epic phone sex sessions almost every night.

It wasn't all naughty talk. The conversation usually started out with a synopsis of both of your days. Chris worked at a title company for homeowners, and he usually had you cracking up laughing about the ridiculous customers he came across. Then he would go to the gym to "let off some steam," but he wasn't a gym rat. After a good workout, he went home, had dinner, and practiced the acoustic guitar that he was starting to learn.

"What made you decide to learn the guitar now?" you asked him one night. "I tried to teach myself at 16 years old, and I didn't have the patience!" It was true... you thought it would be easy since you already played a saxophone. But, those are two very different instruments, and the guitar, indeed, takes a lot of patience and time. You didn't want to spend either of those traits on that difficult thing, so you gave up.

"I guess it was a dream of mine," Chris admitted. "I always wanted to be in a band, but I only played sports through school. As the years went by, I got busy with life...and then one day, I decided to buy a cheap guitar and take lessons. I realized that I'm only getting older, and I didn't want to have that as a regret."

It was his sweet nature and critical thinking that unfortunately got you hooked on this man. You felt a connection, because he let you into his world. Also, the hot phone sex that happened later in the call kept you chomping at the bit. You were relieved that he was single (so he said). All of that made the fantasy more enjoyable. Yet, you wondered if this would eventually turn into a relationship.

"Speaking about dreams," you heard him growl into the phone. "I dreamt about that hot, wet pussy wrapped around my cock, and I woke up so hard this morning..." You loved this about him, too. You could be talking about your favorite reality show, and then Chris would segue into something dirty that would drop the innocent subject immediately.

"Really?" you asked teasingly. You were just sitting up on your couch, but now, it was go-time. You maneuvered your yoga pants off and threw them across the living room. "I guess I gotta suck your big cock really good to make up for that, huh?"

It's been a month since you first started talking to Chris. You called him when you felt horny, and he did the same. You held no expectation of where this was going; you were just enjoying the moment. Your friends noticed that you were a bit more cheerful. They always asked if you were seeing someone.

"Sort of," you replied with a mysterious smile. You didn't admit that you had phone sex with some guy you met off of a chat line. Not that you cared, but it embarrassed you that it wasn't a real life thing (yet).

But, you enjoyed the fact that you had a secret friend... it gave you new life. Your job didn't seem so mundane. You were fine with not really having plans after work, because you knew you were going to burn some candles, get your vibrator ready, and spend a great evening talking to Chris. Sad-gal was a sex goddess... on the phone, anyway.

One evening, your friends called you right before you left work. They wanted you to meet them at a local bar for happy hour. You didn't have actual plans with Chris, and you knew you couldn't be antisocial forever. You agreed, and met them.

You had a couple rounds of drinks in, and you felt them. The amber lager drafts that you had went down super easy, and you were giddy. The topic was about the craziest places that any of you ever had sex. You had nothing to contribute, but the stories made you shift on your barstool. You wanted Chris.

You excused yourself to go to the restroom. Making sure that you were in there alone, you shut yourself in a stall and took out your cell. Thankful that Chris' number came up first in your recent contacts, you called him.

"Hello?" That rich, deep voice made you press your thighs together. It brought back memories of when you both talked about what you would do to the other. It was earlier than the usual time you called, but you were sure that he won't mind.

"Hey," you said, trying to sound sexy but not buzzed. You also kept an ear out to listen for other women that entered the restroom, "What are you doing?"

Silence. Uh-oh, you thought to yourself. Am I pissing him off?

"Where are you? Are you drunk?"

How the fuck did he know? You couldn't tell if he was amused or annoyed. You, however, were turned on.

"Not drunk, just... tipsy," you said, trying not to slur your words. "I went out with my girlfriends, and I got a buzz on. Now I'm horny, and I want your cock." It shouldn't have come out so abruptly, but there it was.

Chris inhaled sharply. "Are you next to your friends right now? You should go into the restroom and let me hear you play with that sexy pussy." So, he was game to at least talk dirty. You were sure you could convince him to meet you. But, when in Rome...

"I'm already in the restroom," you said in a deep voice as you put your free hand down your pants. It proved to be difficult to masturbate standing up in a tiny stall while you spoke on the phone, but you did it. "And I am touching myself. I would rather have you touch me. We should meet up."

The subject had come up several times before. You already exchanged pictures, both satisfied that neither of you were ugly dwarfs. Perhaps it was nervousness that kept the plans from being made. Tonight, you forced the issue.

"You really want to meet me tonight? While you're drunk?" Chris asked cautiously. You knew he was being considerate, but you also wondered if there was some underlined meaning behind it.

"This is probably the best time to meet me, baby," you cooed into the phone. You lost your buzz, and you knew that your friends would come in to see what was taking so long. "Come onnnn... we should do it, so I can do you!" You tried so hard to entice him.

The persuasion paid off. "Fine," he sighed, fake-mad. "Meet me at the old railroad tracks outside of town. You better be wet." He hung up.

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You told your friends that your stomach hurt, and that you were going home. They weren't suspicious, since you don't really go out. You saw that they raised their eyebrows as you gulped the half-glass of beer you had left. You shrugged, grabbed your purse and left.

You and Chris previously discussed where you lived in relation to each other. It turned out you were on opposite sides of the same town, just about half an hour away each. You knew what railroad he meant. The area was remote; the tracks were abandoned for years.

When you arrived, you felt nervous. Sadly, the beer buzz wore off. What if he didn't like you in person? You experienced that before. One guy that you met from the phone line said he preferred the fantasy over seeing you in real life. Promptly, you asked him why he agreed to meet. He just shrugged and got back in his car. Dick...

You parked the car and watched each pair of headlights that passed. There was nothing you could do... he was on his way. You realized that you didn't shave today. At all. You were shaven, but certain places grew back. Well, maybe you'll just make out...

You were startled when a car pulled up next to you. Chris told you before that he drove a blue Toyota Corolla. In the dim streetlight, you knew it was him. You tossed a breath mint in your mouth, took a deep breath, and was about to get out when he appeared at your door. You rolled down the window to speak, but he put his index finger on your mouth.

"Shhh," he said as he ran his finger over your top lip, then the bottom. "I got rock hard on my way here, thinking about how I was going to fuck your brains out," he said quietly. He sounded even hotter in person. In the dark, you could tell that he was just as handsome. Your eyes stayed fixed on his. You didn't need to see how blue they were; you spent a lot of time studying them in his picture.

"I can easily take you here," he continued, as his fingers trailed from your lips down between your ample bosom. He put his warm hand inside the left cup of your bra, found your nipple, and squeezed it gently. A moan escaped your lips. He also made a noise that told you that he felt the same way.

"But I don't want to take advantage of you after you had been drinking. I need you to be present, focused, and able to feel everything that I'm going to do to you." He pulled your breast all the way out, leaned in the window, and started to suck your nipple. You were fully moaning now. You found his earlobe and started sucking on it softly.

"Do you want me to do this down there?" you whispered. He tugged on your nipple lightly with his teeth and let it go. You felt the cool air hit the wetness his mouth left behind. He straightened himself up. "Isn't it better that our first meeting was just harmless flirting, with no expectations? Doesn't this now make you look forward to the time when we'll actually fuck?" He reached in again, and ran his hand between your legs. You had cotton pants on, but you were sure that the wetness seeped through. He grabbed your chin and kissed your lips, and pushed his tongue in your mouth. You loved this... then he broke the kiss.

"Be careful getting home," he whispered, inches from your face. "I want you to masturbate while remembering my kiss and my touch. I want you to use that vibrator, and imagine how my cock will feel deep inside of you. Good night." With that, he walked back to his car, started it, turned on his headlights, and left.

You felt hot and cold at the same time. That was better than anything you thought was going to happen. He was right; it was better not to have sex out there. But, damn... he definitely made you desire him more.

You started your car, knowing that you'll have a solo session that night, but it will be so good.