B: I want to watch you work out.
B: Pamper you.
S: I bet you do.
B: Pweeeese.
S: Oh, I just don’t know. Keep going.
B: I got more games to play, hate to end it now.
S: Fucker! Don’t stop. Ahhh hurry!!
B: I could dress after:)
B: Can I?
S: Yes. But so wrong on so many levels.
B: I’m licking, nibbling, such lovely lips down there. Soft, wet, so pink, give it to me.
S: oo yeah
B: Tasty
B: Pulling you open, mmmm, presssss right in your ass. Licking you everywhere, getting you all cleaned up.
S: Ohhhhh, fuck. OOOOOOOO>
B: You so tight
B: Let me grab those tits and squeeze, Turn over.
S: Allllll.
B: Can I lay on you?
S: So bad?
B: Yes.
B: wrap my legs around your waist
B: so warm, and my cock slips along your thighs.
S: You win. You win. Oh god, I’m cumming.
S: CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUm
S: omg yesssssss
B: squeeze me
B: I have you
S: Oh god. God damn you.
S: This is fantasy now
B: I feel your juices running down my balls
S: No one can know.
B: give me your clit my fantasy
S: you have me, all of me. I’m yours.
B: I’m coming over there tomorrow
S: You can only *have* me on chat you know
B: I know. We can talk, tell stories. I want to see that workout of yours.
S: You shit. So bad
B: See you tomorrow.
S: I need to eat.
I knocked on the door, really having no idea at all what to expect, and promising myself not to be disappointed no matter what happened. The disappoint was almost immediate though. What did I expect though, to be honest my sisters naked form in the door!
The door remained closed, no answer. I knocked again, waiting made me even more nervous. Then the door opened and Sasha stood there, shyly in the opening, eyes glued to me, FULLY DRESSED letting me in. Shit. It’s not like I had any idea how this would play out, but I had built up an amazing fantasy sequence. She is not going to do it. I stepped in and followed her into her area of the apartment. There in the corner was her treadmill.
It’s Ok I said to myself, this is fine. It’s too much, but what do I say. I was blank.
“Hi.” She breathed. Her cheeks were flushed, pressing her hands together. She was in a nice tight pair of jeans, and oh how I noticed these things now. God she looked good. I oogled her, lusting after her. Noticing her curves, her tight little body. She was shorter than me with long dark hair, shine, the flash of her teeth. We knew why I was here. Our chats. Our conversations, what we had done. It all seemed anonymous and safe and stupid and not her, her. I had made her cum for gods sake. But now in each others presence, shy and awkward. This was really happening, in the real world now.
I sat on a very nice brown leather sofa that I did not remember, and stayed all nonchalant. It was a joke, yeah.
Sasha sat down on the edge of the Sofa on the other side from me and as I thought what to say next – something along the lines of ‘it’s ok. We were just kidding around’ – I heard her unzip her jeans and I froze, lifting my eyes to her, couldn’t help but watch, mesmerized as she peeled them down her legs.
In such a female voice she said, “I thought it would be more interesting if I undressed after you got here.” God she looked sexy standing there with bare legs and a white jersey hanging loose around her hips.