I was going to be late. And it was all his fault, droning on and on about something no one seemed very interested in. It took all my composure not to interrupt him to get things moving, trying to look like I was paying attention while I saw the minutes tick down. I tried distracting myself, but I had left my laptop in the office.

Instead, I found myself thinking about him, a few miles south of me. Probably wondering if I would really show up, just as I wondered if he would. I snuck a look at the Teams app on my phone. Nothing.

My mind flipped back to last year.

***

I was bored and reading stories on Lush one day. I usually ignored messages that came in, but something about him piqued my interest. He was easy to chat with, and before long we had moved to email, where we built our own fantasy.

I was surprised at the first couple of emails from him. He didn't go in for the kill immediately. No, instead, it was a heated slow build, everything in delicate detail, confident, without hesitation. He didn't pretend we weren't testing our limits, but was just careful enough not to rush past the anticipation.

Setting the plot with us meeting in a cafe, inviting me to his hotel room, how my brain would scream no but the rest of me would ignore it until we were passionately locked together in front of the hotel room window, on display to those watching from the opposite building. The kind of watching you can’t control, catching glimpses of silhouettes and knowing exactly what you were seeing. Our minds trading off and building in each other's desires splashed across our screens.

As is wont to happen, we lost touch for a little bit, until another mundane morning found me back on Lush. I was surprised to learn that he was just an hour away from me instead of another continent. We chatted on Lush as usual, but soon moved to Teams messaging and voice calls, the intensity of our chats increasing with each move, teasing each other with our sudden proximity.

Chatting as I drove home from work one evening, and frustrated with the rush hour Bay Area traffic, I muttered under my breath, "Where are you trying to go?" at a moronic driver in front of me.

But he responded, coolly and quickly, "To your pussy," making me burst out in laughter. I liked that about him, that he made me laugh at the most unexpected moments.

***

I suddenly heard a loud, "Well, if she's smiling, she must agree," and realized they were talking about and looking at me, snapping me back to reality. I had no idea what I had agreed to, but I nodded, happy it was finally over.

Pretending to need to use the restroom, I messaged him that I was running late, giving him a chance to back out. Instead, he replied instantly, almost like he was watching the app, "That's fine, it'll work."

It was a hectic week for both of us, him at his conference, me with work hitting the highest gear. We would still find time to drop messages to each other through the day; each alert a small reminder of how close we were, a puff of air fanning the flames. We chatted every day, about the day, about what we could be doing if we were together, and I happened to mention that I had a couple of work events close to him, one of which would bring me within three blocks from him on Thursday. He picked up on it, saying, "Just to put it out there, we could be closer than three blocks." I stared at those words for longer than I can admit, wondering if he was serious, but it was out in the open now.

Slowly, a plan started taking shape. We planned, we role-played, we paused, we discussed boundaries, we continued planning even though we were uncertain whether we really wanted to take the leap. Our desires eventually took over, and we found a window of time that we both could make work.

Once we knew we were seeing each other, our role-playing reached an entirely different level, talking about what we wanted to do to, and with, each other in excruciating detail. Neither of us knew when we crossed the point where fantasy mingled with reality, but we both knew it was adding to our arousal and release as we talked late into the nights.

I boarded the train and let him know when I would reach, describing what I was wearing. It was the longest 20-minute ride, and each message from him added to the pool of desire in me. Finally, I messaged that I would reach the cafe in three minutes, exiting the train and walking across the street, a few steps away from the entrance of the cafe where we were meeting.

He had been reassuring since we started planning, repeatedly saying we don't have to do anything and if we do, we can stop anytime I want, which helped calm my nerves until that point. However, my nervousness returned with a vengeance, and I tuned out everything but the general hum of the traffic, trying to think of things I had to do when I got back home, when I heard a gentle, "Hello, you're really here." So soft, but it drowned everything out.

Turning back, I saw him, dressed smartly in jeans and a button-down shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders and chest, looking incredibly handsome, and cute, and something else I couldn't quite describe then. I had to exercise all my self-control to not pull him in for a kiss. Instead, I gave a quick sideways hug before we went into the cafe.

He bought a couple of waters, and we found a quiet corner. Normally the cool, calm, collected one, I felt I was shaking with nerves while he was the picture of calm. My nervousness must have been written on my face because he asked how I was feeling. All I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss him, so all I managed to sputter out was, "You're really here."

You could cut the tension in the air around us with paper, but he made small talk and made me laugh, again. I still couldn't turn to look at him fully because I didn't know how much more self-control I had left. The fact that he was still sitting there emboldened me, and after a few minutes I asked, "Shall we go up?" as I finally looked at him, hoping he could see how much I wanted him in my eyes.

I caught the surprise in his eyes, saw him swallow air, and then strangled out, "You sure?"

I saw a glimpse of his emotions under the calm demeanor, which somehow reassured me even more, so I smiled and said, "Yes, let's go."

I picked up my things as he led me out the door and across the street into his hotel. We entered the elevator, both letting out a sigh as it closed on us. He said something reassuring and funny again, and in a few seconds we reached his floor. For a couple of doors, I walked ahead, and I could feel his gaze on me before he slid in front to unlock the door to his room. I entered before him, and we could both feel a release as the door closed behind us, locking us away from the world. We were finally together, alone, just as we had wanted.

I put down my things on a chair and bedside table, and as I felt his eyes on me, I brought a hand to my stomach to calm myself. Then, before I lost my courage, I whirled around and wrapped my hands tightly around him, burying my face in his chest, as I had wanted to do since the second I had seen him. I must have surprised him again, because it was a few seconds before I felt his arms enveloping me, holding me flush against him, brushing my hair, calming me in the process. I felt his heart beating rapidly under my ear, making me smile at his nervousness, in spite of his outward calm.

After a couple of minutes, I raised my head and, still not quite believing it, whispered a few times, "You're really here." And then, standing on my tiptoes, I wordlessly pulled his face to mine, kissing him with all I had. I knew he wasn't expecting this, so I was surprised to feel his arousal pressed against me as his tongue found mine, dancing with our bottled desires. He tried pulling away, probably thinking he didn't want me to feel any pressure, but I pressed in, feeling him throbbing against my stomach, pulling him closer in with one hand.

After what felt like forever, we broke our kiss, and he looked into my eyes and said, "I told you what I wanted to do to you once you were in my room."

I smiled and whispered back immediately, "I guess you better do it then." He kissed me then, half-pushing me back the three steps to the bed. When the back of my legs hit the edge, he gently lowered me down, still kissing me, our hands all over each other as we explored each other's bodies while still clothed, our desires taking over. He kissed me from my lips, my neck, between my breasts, and before I knew it, I was bare from the waist down for him.

He started pressing slow, wet kisses up my legs, not rushing, almost teasing. Feeling overstimulated in the moment, I saw and felt him kiss my right inner thigh, and somehow, it instantly calmed me. I whimpered as his lips and tongue seemed to be everywhere but where I wanted him, kissing and licking everywhere but my core, awakening nerve endings that had been long asleep.

I felt a single soft kiss and I almost came apart, pressing my hips into his face, wanting much more. In the next instant, he was devouring me, his tongue relentless on my core, as I looked at him through half-closed eyes. I felt his hand on my face and turned to suck a couple fingers as he somehow increased his intensity, making my hips buck into his face.

With his lips on my throbbing bud, he wrapped an arm around my thigh and slid a finger into me. I was lost to the world as I fell apart on his lips, thighs clamping around his head. I was pleasantly disoriented for a few minutes as I started catching my breath, realizing he was still teasing me slowly. I must have whimpered because he looked up, releasing me from his lips, coming up my body to kiss me, asking, "Did you just cum?" There it was again, the quick comment that made me laugh, like that wasn't his goal from the beginning. I taste myself on him as our lips meet, but I want more.

I pushed back on him gently, so he was standing between my legs, and pressed a kiss on his arousal, reaching for his belt. I stilled, looking up at him and asking, "Can I undress you?" I saw the surprise in his eyes again as he whispered yes. I pulled his belt away, unzipped him and pulled his jeans down before placing another kiss on his shaft over boxers. Not wanting anything between my lips and his cock now, I pull down his boxers to reveal his perfect, gorgeous cock.

I wrapped my hand around his base and, looking straight into his eyes, slowly dragged the flat of my tongue up the underside of his throbbing hardness. I placed my lips around his cock, tongue swirling around the head as I got used to him. As I took more of him in, I felt his hands in my hair, then his fingers pushing my hair behind my ear, making me moan against cock.

I wanted more though, so I stood up and switched us around, pushing him onto the bed. I didn't have the patience to remove his jeans and boxers, and kneeling between his legs, started taking him deeper into my mouth, one hand moving at the base, in sync with my lips. He moaned and dipped his head back, and stiffened slightly.

Not wanting it to end just yet, I took his cock out of my mouth and placed slow, soft kisses from tip to base, until his breathing slowed. Then, teasing him as he did me earlier, I worked every hard inch of him between my lips, until my nose was pressed against his skin. I repeat this a few times, then pull back, one hand gently cupping his balls, before I kiss one and gently suck the other, then return to his rigid shaft, lavishing it with all my attention.

It felt like only a couple of minutes, but I felt his hand on my hair, and when I looked up, he said, "I need to be inside you." I nodded, wanting that as well, releasing him from my lips, and standing between his legs. We were a sight to behold; neither could let the other go, and between kissing each other and touching each other, we fumbled with our clothes. My legs were between his jeans and legs, and we couldn't get the buttons on my top open, making us giggle until we somehow managed to shed our clothes.

I lay down as he pulled on a condom and positioned himself between my spread legs. I asked him to be gentle because it had been a while and saw his eyes cloud over as he teased my entrance with his engorged tip. As he laid a soft kiss on my lips, I felt him pushing into me, making me moan into our kiss.

With small, slow thrusts, he eased deeper into me, my eyes tightly shut, feeling every sensation. True to his word, he went slow, letting me adjust around him. I suddenly felt spasms rock my body, and I opened my eyes in surprise, crying out, "I think I just came again." I saw the hint of a smug smile on his face since he wasn't fully seated in me yet, but also the determination in his eyes, the way he was trying to control himself as he let me go over the edge.

As I started coming down, he rocked his hips into mine, watching for my reactions and adjusting his movements. As he thrust harder, my cries must have grown louder, because he placed his fingers gently on my lips. When that didn't seem to do the trick, he kissed me, all in vain.

He fucked me with deep, grinding strokes as we looked into each other's eyes and I reached between us to rub my clit. I shattered hard this time, my pussy flooding around his cock as I muffled my cries with a pillow. As I came down again, he teased me about the pleasure plain on my face as he thrust in me, making me giggle again, asking him to repeat it, our earlier conversations and our present state jumbling together, as we moved as one.

Between thrusts, he tried pulling me down to save my head from hitting the headboard but I resisted, placing a pillow behind me. After a few hard thrusts, he dropped down and said, "Hold on to me." Confused, I looped my hands around his neck lightly, only for him to say, "Tighter." As I tightened my grip, he effortlessly turned me 45 degrees away from the headboard.

Realizing what he had just done, I pushed him onto his back, climbing on top of him as I kissed him. My thumb grazing his beard and lips, I straddled him, riding him hard and grinding my clit against him as he squeezed my tits and played with a nipple, bringing us closer to our peaks. He pulled me forward and whispered, "Watch me cum?" making me smile again. I rolled off, lying on the bed, as he knelt over me, pulling the condom off and stroking himself as I gently fondled his balls. His first release arched over me to the wall opposite the bed, before he painted my torso with the next two releases and collapsed next to me.

As we slowly caught our breath, I realized I was going to be late for my work event. I headed to the bathroom, but with no time for a shower, I wiped myself at the sink. He pointed out where the extra towels were, and I realized he was watching me in the mirror from where he was still lying in bed. Instead of being embarrassed, it felt like an intimate, comfortable moment, and I smiled back softly.

I teased him about lying there bare as I got dressed, pausing to kiss him every now and then as we chatted about random things. Before long, my ride was two minutes away, and we shared a final kiss, and with one final gentle squeeze of his cock, I walked out the door. As I waited for the elevators, I shook my head, slipping my normal mask back in place before returning to my usual obligations.

Six hours later, I was back at the train station I had exited to meet him, this time with friends from work. As we started wishing each other good night and parting ways, I heard someone say, "Last train is in five, Noor, you coming?" Yelling yes, I ran down the steps, glancing back at the doors I had walked through with him just a few hours ago, not knowing if I would see him again, or if this was both a hello and goodbye.