Ryan [M34] was wracked with nerves as he entered the apartment block entrance. While he’d toyed with the idea of a casual hookup for as long as he can remember, and while it drove him wild at the thought, he was overwhelmed with a gnawing apprehension. ‘Will he be able to perform? Will Jess find him attractive? Was Jess catfishing him? Will Jess have a secret boyfriend who will answer the door and this was all a big joke?’ While Ryan’s thoughts raced with his reservations, it caught his surprise that the elevator pinged to signal he reached the 14th floor. He took a deep breath, and stepped in the hallway.

Jess [F29] was rushing around the apartment in her final preparations. She was slightly irked that Ryan had text to say he was packing his car, a whole 20 minutes earlier than agreed. She also had hoped he’d actually be a little late as she wanted shower and quickly shave once more. While she had shaved the morning before, she wanted to ensure that she would silky smooth. Jess’s space was always perfect and ready to host guests, but today was different.

The two had been chatting for a couple of weeks after an innocuous interaction in their local city subreddit. Jess had been looking for a review of the new French bakery / cafe that had opened up, and Ryan had provided a detailed review of the setting, staff and ambiance - and suggested she order the Kouign-Amann. Jess didn’t know what to expect when she ordered it, this buttery-sugary parcel of delight deserved recognition from the recommendation. 

Looking at the profile of the poster, Jess found that they had lots in common - both posted in pottery subs, seemed to be big fans of Pink Floyd, and importantly, seeing a picture of his hand from one of his posts confirmed that she should indeed message him to thank him for the recommendation. The explosion of flavour and texture from that pastry, would lead the way conversations in how Jess would prepare the atmosphere of her cosy boudoir.

Jess looked over the living room to ensure all the agreed plans were in place. There were throws and cushions strategically placed around the floor. The LED lighting was set to a low rose hue, and the sweet scent lavender hanging in the air. There was a knock at the door. “Alexa! Play my Pastry playlist.”

Mixed sense of defeat, in that she had no more time to prepare, and excitement at Ryan’s arrival came over Jess. She moved assuredly towards the door and tiptoed to glimpse Ryan through the peep-hole. She opened the door and her exhilaration rose - his lose curly hair hang over his shoulders, his piercing green eyes framed behind his thick glasses and what she hoped was his toned frame hidden beneath his overcoat.

The look of trepidation washed from Ryan’s face as he gazed at Jess - quickly replaced by a sly smile. The short petite blonde, short face-framing crop, bringing attention to the deep blue eyes nestling in her high cheek bones. Jess had a figure Ryan never knew he desired before. He couldn’t help but notice her the curves of her breasts veiled beneath her loose crop top. Her legs crowned at the top in her flowing shorts, petite feet hidden in her socks.

“Hey?! Hh...” Ryan stammered. He was lost for words and didn’t know if he should lean down for a hug. Jess, being as socially adept as she was, spotted his awkwardness, and leapt to fix that by moving forward, stretching up, and with a quick peck on the cheek, embracing him around his chest. Her arms could barely make it around his chest. In that moment, both were intoxicated by each other’s aroma. Bleu de Chanel on him, Viktor & Rolf Bonbon on her.

“I’m not as mad as I was a moment ago that you’re early.” Jess said with a sly smile, as she grabbed his hand and led him in from the hallway. That won’t be the last time Ryan is driven senseless from that smile. As he followed Jess down the dimmed walkway, Ryan senses recognised that Jess had diligently set the scene as they planned and tense knot in the deep of his body loosened somewhat.

As Jess dropped his hand and moved towards the kitchen, Ryan was lost. He’d been thinking of this nonstop since they began making these plans last Tuesday, yet, yet it was so beyond the idyllicly he dreamed, a dread of ‘is this real?’ washed over him.

Jess’ nerves were also getting the better of her. She wasn’t normally the dominant type, but she wanted to play this sequence of not offering Ryan a drink, but giving him the root and herb tea she drinks for relaxation and to begin undressing him before he can get the chance himself. She’s eager to know if he’s topless below his coat as was agreed. The tea had cooled enough to sip without caution, but still retained a glow as drained her cup.

Moving to their play area, Jess handed Ryan the small floral patterned china cup. As he accepted it with a thanks and a smile. In her haste she hasn’t really considered that immediately yanking open the pop buttons of Ryan’s coat could cause the tea to spill. Well, it did. Half the cup was lost on Jess’ chest and Ryan’s grey sweatpants (another attire request).

As they giggled, Ryan finishing what remained of the root tea, Jess ploughed on with her quest to see if Ryan’s chest was as she dreamt. While it wasn’t the chilled marble of a Greek god she hoped, the lesson defined pecks dotted with some chest hairs were actually more alluring. His abs while flat, curved outwards rather than the ridges she foreseen. Jess ran her hands across the newly presented flesh and let out a sigh. She wasn’t sure what she would expect, but he was less than she would have guessed, and slightly cold to the touch - the opposite of how she knew she would feel.

Ryan placed his teacup to the side, and in a gentle grasp, held Jess’ elbows. “Shall we begin?” he asked. “Please” was the reply. Now what may seem odd to most, there was a preconceived plan between the pair to keep their talking from this point to a minimum. It was part of the allur and lust of what they planned.

As they both lowered themselves to sit on the comfy setting Jess prepared, the thumping of their hearts in their chests was audible in the room, over the playing of the soft music. They sat facing each other, almost intertwined on laps. As they gazed in each others eyes, blue skies against a sea of green, they focused on their breathing in an attempt to lower their heart rates.

They begin by brushing their fingertips against palms, occasionally running them higher up their forearms with each pass. Massaging of biceps and shoulders. Working the ridges of their collar bones. Jess was continuously ahead of the pace. She was now working her hands across Ryan’s chest and abdomen. Using her nails tactically. Ryan began lowering his hands. Firstly focusing on Jess’ ribs with his finger tips, thumbs working towards navel. As he slowly, but firmly cupped Jess’ breasts. When he finally moved towards are hard nipples, which he spied through her shirt, Jess let out a gasp and noticed that the hairs across body were standing.

Jess’ smile decieved her frustration of the pace. She removed her shirt and knelt to remove shorts. While Ryan was aware of Jess skipping the step of slowly undressing each other, he couldn’t hold any resentment in seeing her in all her glory in the soft rose lighting. His only response a smirk and wide eyes. As he went to lean back and remove his own sweatpants, Jess stopped him, and completed the task herself. She was delighted to see he obeyed in not wearing under and gazed at lengthening shaft. It looks like it may be bigger than he let on. Could she take it? She moved to grasp it, and weigh its girth. As her hand was closing on his shaft, it was met by his hand - “Nah ah!”

Ryan knelt to meet Jess on her knees, placing his hand on her chin, lifting it. The first time their lips touched loosed a fire in Jess she hadn’t felt in as long as she could remember.  With their tongues working and occasional light nibbling of lips, both their hands began exploring again. Immediately Jess’ hand went for Ryan’s member and was thrilled, and less anxious as before at the warm, hard girth of it dwarfing her petite hands. She could feel from the pulse that his heart must be racing.

As Jess wonders, longs for Ryans hands to lower themselves from her back to between her thighs, she’s taken off guard as he lowers her gently on to the floor. With a parting kiss, and manoeuvring himself to lie side by side with Jess - but top to tail? She sticks to the pact, and refrains from asking and awaits what lies next. The pace slows somewhat where the pair are running their hands across the parts of bodies within arms reach. With Ryan taking his time in working Jess’ thighs, she decides to show her displeasure at the pace with the pulling of the occasional leg hair.

Ryan takes note with a smile, and begins working the inner of Jess’ thigh. Slow, deep circling that rises continuously. As his fingers brush her labia, Jess is delighted by the idea he will enter her for the first time. But once more to her frustration, it was just part of the movement of him moving his hands to begin working on Jess’ hip, as he sits up.

As he positions himself on his knees between Jess’s legs, their eyes meet for the first time in moments. Hunger evident behind both. As Ryan firmly grasps Jess’s wrists, he raises her arms and places them above her head. The rush and lust is becoming too much for Jess and she has to reposition slightly to regain composure. As Ryan moves in to kiss, he moves from a lowering position with the intention of their nipples touching, invoking imagery of Renaissance artwork.

As an intense energy rises within Jess’s core, she squeezes Ryan’s hand and closes her eyes. “How wet are you?” Taken aback by the question, initially Jess refrains from answering to stick on script. A moment passed. She senses that Ryan may not move on without his answer, so relents. “Soaking” she whimpered. He seemed to have gotten the answer he crazed, and with a smile, he lowered himself.

As Ryan’s tip reached Jess’ wetness, Jess let out a whispered “fuck.” If Jess hadn’t had her eyes closed, she would have delighted at the ecstasy on Ryan’s face and she was wetter than he could have dreamed of.

He doesn’t go deep.

Jess attempts to lower her hips so she can feel him deeper. “Nah uh, not yet Jess.” Jess wasn’t sure if it was the first time hearing his gruff voice say her name, the teasing and denial, or fucking desperate she was to be fucked by him, but this was driving her crazy. “You’ve been a bad girl and you’ll have to wait longer now.”

As Ryan tries to pull back, Jess bites his lip in playful warning that she wants more. With her hands still restrained above her head, Jess fails in her attempt to lower herself back on to his cock. In response, Ryan kisses her collar bone, and starts working his way down. Nibbling and lightly bitting as he went, spending some time on Jess’ hip and pelvic area again.

Jess arches her back and lifts her hips indicating her intent, to which Ryan duly relents. He does not waste any time, and his tongue immediately enters her. The rush he experiences as loses himself in tasting Jess’ sweetness, will stay with him forever. He lifts her hips fully off the ground, as he is working away dutifully in his task, all that remains of Jess touching the ground, is her neck and shoulders. She lets out a long, audible gasp, and pulls Ryan’s hair. Without word, he understands.

After lowering Jess back down, his face gleaming in her wetness, licking his lips, he turns Jess over on all her fours. Jess can’t believe the mess that has puddled between her legs, but it’s hardly surprising given how she’s aching for what she is about to receive.

As Ryan approaches Jess from behind there is nothing stopping him from slipping real deep. Jess squeals with the feel of the curve of his cock. Gasping with the feeling of his veins throbbing with every pump. Ryan returns the favour and pull’s Jess hair with one hand tightly from behind. Jess knock lifts and her face facing the ceiling eyes closed as she squirms with every thrust. His other hand is now pushing down on the lower of her back pronouncing the arching curvature of ecstasy she finds herself in.

“Are you finished yet? Or do you want more Jess?” Ryan pulls out, Jess’ juices immediately cascade down the inner of her high. He admires the view. Jess whips her head around with the sternest of looks. Satisfied he has her where he wants, “well it’s your turn now.” In return, Ryan receives a half annoyed and a half “you don’t know what you’re in for smile.”

Jess pushes Ryan on his back and sits on him, but not “on him.” She grabs his jaw and kisses him intensely. Ryan, going wild with how wet Jess is as she’s leaking over his abdomen, and that Jess is now starting to dominate him, closes his eyes.

Jess is now kneeling above his face, pinning his shoulders back with her knees. Ryan opens his eyes in a longing begging to taste her again ,but all he can get is what’s on her legs as Jess exacts her revenge. Jess reaches around with her hand and places it on his chest. Digging her nails a little. She reaches further down for his dick, staring at Ryan in the eyes the whole time. And she grabs it. Feeling its girth and the blood pumping through it. It’s a bit far to reach and it’s uncomfortable so she slips a little.

Jess gives in, turns over and sit on his face ,while she goes to work on him with her mouth. As mush as she is loving the taste of herself, lapping it from his shaft, she wants Ryan back inside her. As Jess moves to turnaround and face Ryan again, he asks if she can go reverse cowgirl first. “ I want to see you working that ass” with his biggest smile yet.

Unable to contain himself in his pure joy, Ryan smacks Jess’ ass. Harder than either expected. The audible “crack” was quickly leaving its mark on Jess - but not only drove her wild. Like stallion being roared on with the crack of a whip, Jess picked up her pace - almost galloping on him. The grinding is slowing and deepening. With the lowering of the pace, Ryan takes his opportunity to start Jess’ ass. He slowly massages her hole with his thumb. The whole region is so soaping, there’s no need for lubrication, and she accepts his thumb efficiently.

Jess looks over her shoulder and their eyes meet for the first time in a while. In that moment she can sense he’s close, and she’s glad of it as she’s been holding back for the longest of time. The curvature of his dick scraping against the walls of her inside, the throbbing of her clit she has been slowly working and his thumb in her ass. She’s never felt such intense climaxes before. She bites her lip while gazing at him, hope he may understand  the signal. He does. He starts lifting his hips allowing to deepen herself on him. As he squeezes her hips, and they both climax together, Jess screams and suddenly remembers the pastry that brought  them here, as she falls back in to the arms and chest of Ryan, their bodies pulses pumping, and convulsing in unison.

Fin.