Your phone vibrates with a notification. You ignore it. You’re hungry as shit and trying to fix something to eat. It vibrates again and the sound irritates you. You don’t like that the sound interrupts Asake telling you it’s lonely at the top.
When everything is in the pan and simmering, you check your phone. Two new messages from V. Your lips tilt upward in an involuntary smile. Lately, she’s the only person whose texts you pay any attention to. You don’t have the energy for anyone else. It’s silly, because you’ve never met V.
You swiped right on each other and have had the most interesting conversations since then. They’ve turned risqué sometimes, which makes it even better. If you lived in the same city, you’d probably be fucking already. Fuck international borders and the expensive costs of plane tickets.
hey and a disappearing photo. You don’t know what to expect. V has never sent you a disappearing photo. Disappearing photos are for, well, it’d be better to see for yourself than to speculate.
You stir the pot and tap on the picture. You nearly drop your phone into the pan of simmering stew. You blink once, twice, lock your phone and unlock it again.
Damn. No, DAMN.
You didn’t know what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t a picture of her soaked pussy. You don’t realise you’re licking your lips. Your phone buzzes again. You can’t stop looking at her clit, shyly poking out of its hood, thanks to her fingers spreading apart her lips. You want to tickle the little nub with your tongue.
You’re loath to tap the back button, but you do anyway. She’s serving more, and you’re more than ready to eat, even if you aren’t done digesting your previous meal. It’s more of the same, except this time her fingers are comfortably cocooned in her pussy.
Yours clenches, and you turn the regulator way down low. You don’t want to burn your sauce before it even has the chance to be delicious. You’re staring at the screen when the phone buzzes multiple times in a row.
You have no idea what brought this on. The last thing the two of you had talked about was tea. You’re not complaining about the randoms, but this was sudden. You aren’t ready to be horny at seven pm in the middle of your kitchen.
There’s three videos and four pictures. Pictures first. Duh. You groan as you tap on each one.
First, there’s a picture of her breasts. They’re in a bra, but very little is left to the imagination. In fact, the pink lace seems to show more than it covers. You swallow without realising. You want to keep staring, but there’s more.
The bra is gone in the next picture, but her arm lies coyly over her nipples. This is some sort of elaborate strip tease via text. You’re very turned on. You mentally check if your vibrator is charged. You’re going to need it soon.
By the fourth picture, she’s naked. Nothing hides anything. The pictures are so good, like she’d just woken up and taken pretty pictures of herself in the perfect lighting and from all the right angles. V is so fucking sexy, damn.
You’ve imagined V naked many times. Your mind has filled out all the blanks. However, the real thing is better than anything you’ve ever thought up. Her nipples are hard peaks that make you want to bite them. Your tongue kisses your teeth. You’ve totally forgotten about the pan that’s simmering slowly.
You moan appreciatively when you open the first video. Your pussy clenches and you lean against the counter for support. V’s fingers move lazily in and out of her sopping pussy. She starts to go faster, and you feel your boxers getting wet. She’s moaning, a delicious sound. Why? Why?! Why would V tease you like this without preamble? You can’t hit the back key. The video would be gone and you want to watch this forever. There’s two more though.
By the time you open the third, your hand has wandered into your boxers. You need pressure.
damn V. give a girl some warning. You hit the send key.
where’s the fun in that ?
Her reply is quick. Your exhale is long. You tap out a response complaining about international borders and the expensive price of plane tickets. You tell her how she’d probably be bent over your kitchen counter right now if she lived in your city.
***
I know going to see her unannounced isn’t a bad idea. Sy’s a chronic homebody and would probably be sitting outside talking to her plants or some other weird shit. She’s cute like that. I hadn’t travelled all the way from my city to hers just to fuck. Not saying I won’t do that sort of thing; I’ve done it many times before. I just ensure my prospective orgasm giver is aware I’m coming. I’d hate to waste a trip. But that’s beside the point.
I had a work thing in her city, and I thought perhaps I’d stop by and sit on her face. Finding out where she lived wasn’t hard; I asked her to send me her location as a joke one day when we were both horny af. She knew it was a joke, but she called my bluff regardless. I didn’t think I’d need it anytime soon but I starred the message anyway.
It’s Friday. Work is through. Victor, my boss, had the good sense to purchase our return tickets for Tuesday. He told me he wanted us to explore the city and have some fun (not together of course) but I know his gay ass just wants international dick. I don’t blame him though. I’m on the way to have international pussy.
Victor always says it’s pointless to travel if you aren’t going to experience the cities you go to. So whenever we travel, there’s always a weekend for “experiences.” Did I mention that I love Victor?
“Use Monday to sleep the weekend off, and we return on Tuesday!”
Ah, I love Victor.
I spend the Uber ride sending Sy nudes and videos. I’m very horny. I spent all day imagining what it would be like to choke her with one hand while the other rearranged her guts. I don’t have time for small talk and omg what are you doing here. Nah. I need her to be horny as shit so that when she opens the door and sees me standing there, her immediate instinct would be to drag me inside and wrap my legs around her head.
I hit send on a video of me fucking myself. She’s opening the files slowly. She likes to savour things, I see. I spent all morning before work today taking these videos and pictures so I could do exactly this. Since we text everyday, it was a little hard keeping it from her that I was actually just an Uber ride away. The whole showing up unannounced thing is something I’ve never done, but always wanted to do.
The driver says we’re here and I get out of the car. Did I mention I love Victor? All rides during work trips are paid for by work. It doesn’t matter that the ride is to go get some head.
The look of surprise on her face is worth this entire trip. She opens the door and I step in. Ou, something smells good. I would wonder what she’s cooking but I don’t care. I didn’t come here to eat. Well, actually I did. My meal is standing in front of me, her t-shirt and boxers a testament to the fact that she had no Friday night plans.
She opens her mouth to say something and I shake my head.
“You should turn that off.” I nod in the general direction of what I assume is the kitchen.
She turns around without saying a word and heads for the kitchen. I follow her.
“How did you __”
“Does it matter? I’m here.”
She stirs whatever is in the pan and turns it off. When she turns around, I’m right behind her. Before she can say a word, I kiss her. She doesn’t need any encouragement to kiss me back. Her hands go around me immediately, and I can tell she’s very turned on. Good.
When I pull away, I remain in the circle of her arms.
“You said something before about bending me over your kitchen counter and eating me from behind.”
“Right now?”
“Is there something else you’d rather be doing?”
