“You're…Nathaniel?”

The curvaceous, honey-toned woman asked the stranger with a hesitant smile on her face. This expression became less tense and more positive as the man nodded with a twinkle in his eyes. He was more attractive than she ever thought he would be.

Numerous friends, online and offline, had called her insane for meeting with someone without having any idea what they looked like. The woman couldn't blame them for this, as she would have said the same thing three years ago in their place.

Everything had truly changed when she had seen Nathaniel in a group chat one evening. He had posted some pictures of his latest sculpture that made her gasp. It was so beautiful, being made out of clay and luscious roses to form a human body.

As she was examining the photographs, he then posted long essays explaining what they meant to him and how long they took. The man was very serious about his craft, and she quickly found out that he had an entire YouTube channel about it all.

Eventually, she found herself becoming a fan, and she sent him a dm. He saw her pictures, responded, and within six months, they were dating. But the man would always refuse to send her anything about her real appearance or his past looks. Any conversation about it made him just shut down.

Now, as they stood across from each other, she was confused about why this was the case. Nathaniel had face tattoos and ink that went down his entire arms, which made her mouth water. His shaved head reminded her of all those punk rock guys you'd see on television that were the “cool bad boy lovers”.

To be honest, this wasn't what she had been expecting. Nathaniel described himself as a frat type who would drink from a keg and party all night. His dark eyes and alternative look said otherwise. She could tell that he was looking her up and down with millions of thoughts running through his mind.

She'd sent him photographs of herself, but she knew upfront everything was so much more real. Cherish blushed, and she fidgeted under his gaze. It was so goddammit intense it made her body feel like a puddle of goo. With an exhilarated exhale, the mocha woman knew she needed to make a move.

“You're just as hot as I thought you'd be. I hope you feel the same about me, even if I dress a little shabbily today.” She chuckled at her self-deprecating comment, falling back into old habits to break the awkwardness.

Nathaniel looked shocked at her words and grabbed her hand. His touch made her shiver; his palm was rough and had scars on it. She could feel the cool metal of the rings he wore and noticed they matched his piercings. The man's fashion sense was incredibly unique, being bold and effortlessly cool.

It reminded her of those social media influencers who would do thirst traps all the time. Hell. Nathaniel had a decent following online. He could have done some in the past with the man licking his lips as he made some poor woman squirt behind the camera. She wouldn't put it past the beef cake.

Those drool-worthy eyes of his looked deep into her soul as he spoke, “Hey. Remember what I told you about saying bad things about yourself to make me feel better?”

His tone was dead serious, making the woman gulp. Cherish looked away immediately as she was hit full force with guilt. “You said stop doing it.”

“Because you don't exist to be the butt of the joke. You are Cherish tucking Martin the badass with a heart of gold and MSW. You're stunning.” His sweet compliments contrasted with how domineering his voice and stature were.

The brown-skinned woman couldn't believe the man who texted her like a nervous wreck all the time came off like a goddamn mafia member. Once she said something that he didn't like, he immediately shut it down. He made it clear she couldn't mistreat herself, whether it be verbally or jokingly.

Nathaniel was standing on business, and she found that so fucking hot it hurt to even think. Her brain was creating fantasies of the man grabbing her and pounding right there in the shopping center parking lot. The woman’s mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert as her brain malfunctioned all over again.

The utter disbelief continued as the giant bent down and planted a kiss on her lips. She could feel her pink champagne lip gloss smudging from the sudden movement, his skin rubbing against her own in a quick action. Her heart was beating a thousand miles per minute as she kissed right back. The kiss was better than any of the cyber sex the two had over the years.

She could tell he was more experienced than he had let on by how confident his actions were. The man was handling her like a pro as he moved on from squeezing her hands to her sides.

He felt her body, even with the thick fabric of her sweater dress and tights blocking his access to her voluptuous figure. By the look in his eyes, Cherish knew that he was addicted to her beauty.

Nathaniel stopped kissing her and whispered in her ear. “Let's go to my place. I rented a one-bedroom instead of a hotel for us this weekend.”

An entire apartment to themselves sounded way better than a motel room. In fact, it was music to Cherish’s ears as everything was going so well so far. If it continued this way, the entire weekend would be amazing. And here she had been thinking that the holiday season would be hot garbage. So, she got her suitcase out and walked hand in hand with him to the place he'd gotten.

The apartment was spacious and clean, reminding her of the beige homes she would see mommy bloggers reside in. The plush carpet sank around her toes as she kicked off her shoes and placed them by the entrance. As she got a good look at the place, Nathaniel rolled her things into what she assumed was his bedroom. This furthered the good impression he had already set.

She sat down on an ottoman that was incredibly soft, with large throw pillows helping maintain the straight posture she was so proud of. The woman crossed her legs, rubbing her sore feet as she thought about everything. Normally, she wouldn't wear these tight, tough shoes, but she wanted to set a good impression, so she decided to dress her best for him.

Nathaniel came back out and happened to see her rubbing her sore soles. He came over to her with a look in his eyes that said something she couldn't quite identify.

She parted her lips to ask what was up, but the man was already kneeling before her, which caught her off guard. The woman was a shade of pink as his hand grabbed her foot and slowly massaged it.

They had talked about his feet kink a few times, with Cherish initially being the one to bring it up. She hadn't ever been with anyone who was into that type of stuff, with most of her partners preferring more outlandish kinks.

The man thankfully didn't take offense to her questions and answered them with understanding. Apparently, he was just into taking care of a woman's feet. A girl with pudgy toes like hers was his favorite type.

So, she had eventually agreed to allow him to grope and pamper her feet despite her lack of sexual urges when it came to it. Cherish was finding that this was the best decision, as her dogs were killing her right now.

The man was working all of the knots out and carefully softened her worn heels with his magical touch. Nathaniel had a hyper-focused look to him that captivated her as she watched him move to lovingly take care of her.

“Thank you for this,” he said suddenly. That surprised her. “They look even better up close.”

Cherish didn't think her feet were that attractive, but she played along. “That's sweet of you to say.”

The man noticed her hesitancy and moved one of his hands up from her foot to her inner thigh. This mere action left her stuttering as she turned pink once more. Her body quivered as his fingers brushed her thin, frilly underwear all of a sudden.

“I can be even sweeter if you let me.”

Nathaniel was gentle with his tongue as it swirled deep into her vagina and itched every inch of her inner folds. The woman was so glad she chose to wear a wig today because with all this action, she would've sweated out her planned straightened style.

Because good lord, this man had her stomach doing quadruple backflips and her toes curling from how skilled he was. Gripping the sheets, she let out another loud gasp as he ate her pussy out.

The man had teased her a while at first, merely nuzzling her coochie, which made her laugh her ass off because a man had never done that before. Then he began to kiss her crotch, his tongue poking out as it slithered and moved.

Soon her eyes were watering from just how sensitive everything was. This was a first for her, and she managed to convince him to keep going when he heard a muffled sob leave her covered mouth. This was fucking glorious.

“Mmm…mmm…” the man mumbled as he pounded her cooty cat with his forked tongue. Yes, the bastard had wiggled it, and Cherish saw it was split.

Everything was so hot she felt like she had been thrown into some perverted housewife's naughty fantasy. The sensations were unreal, and she openly wept when he would stop to let her squirm in place.

Eventually, she felt something firmer enter her body. She looked down to see that the man was now kneeling at the end of the bed and had stopped licking. Now, his index finger had entered her hole, and it was slowly wiggling to test her reaction.

“Is this too much?” Nathaniel had genuine worry in his voice as he asked.

Cherish lay there and allowed her brain to rewrite itself as she fully began to process what she was experiencing. This wasn't the first time she had ever gotten fingered, but her hole was so sensitive from the nonstop licking.

The man had eaten her out for thirty minutes straight, so she was actually pretty damn sore. They could probably go for another fifteen minutes before she needed to stop and rest her aching thighs. Her head was already spinning at the thought of going for up to an hour. No way in hell she could last.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and spoke, “You have ten minutes.”

The man chuckled and licked his now-worn lips. “I can work with that.”

For someone who had never been anally or vaginally touched before, it was hard to accurately describe the sudden rush that hit you. Your chest hurt like you were about to plunge on a rollercoaster, and everything was white.

Bright spots flickered in and out of her view as the man went in and out of her body. Her hole would instinctively try to clench around the digit, but then would be left surrounding emptiness as he hurried to remove his presence. Then, when her body got used to the new normal, he went right back into her.

This repeated in a game of tug and pull that left her at a loss for breath. The fingering was a pleasure so unimaginable that she would have fainted ever attempting it on her own. To think that someone would do this for her brought her to tears.

She wasn't some blushing virgin either, which made it all so more incredible than it already was. Cherish had found a sexual partner who could satisfy her without having to actually fuck her. A lover who wasn't selfish and lazy like most men, pumping and then acting like they couldn't get her off.

She appreciated it greatly, and she wanted the feeling to go on forever. But reality soon set in, and they both realized they needed a break. Her body was drained, her muscles ached so much she knew she would have a headache soon. Her chest was also begging her to stop and get her some water.

From what she could see, Nathaniel was also ready to sit down and chill. His body was slouched, and the sun had started to set, so they'd gone on long enough. Plus, her ten minutes were up, and the man respected her boundaries by immediately stopping.

“How are you feeling?” she asked with a pant.

The pierced giant blinked at her and asked with a confused tone, “Shouldn't I be asking that?”

Cherish blushed. “Well, we both deserve some reassurance after everything was just done. Don't count yourself out so you can keep me happy.”

Her words seemed to really resonate with him as he helped her sit up and said with no hesitation. “I'm glad you weren't bored by anything I did. Normally, I would do more, but I'm still pretty tired from the plane ride.”

Hearing this made the girl want to smack herself. She had forgotten in all of her excitement that the man had traveled ten hours to see her. If she hadn't been in the afterglow of their intimacy, she would have profusely apologized for her mistake.

She could tell that he had overexerted himself to make her feel comfortable, and she appreciated it a lot. To be treated with such respect was a rarity in her trainwreck of a life. But they would have to talk once they both got some rest and food in their stomach about his lack of aftercare later.

“Don't worry about getting us dinner then. I'll treat you since you've busted your ass for me,” she told him in a stern tone that made no room for any form of argument.

Nathaniel was the one to become red in the face as he nodded earnestly. The woman notices him sheepishly, attempting to hide his sudden hard-on.