From Virtual Sparks To Real Flames - Sex Stories

From Virtual Sparks To Real Flames

Why is she not kissing me?!

That's all I could think of, gazing at her lips with desire while sitting on the ground outside a London movie theater where Kay and I had just shared our first date. With our bodies inches away and legs intertwined, we couldn't stop talking and playfully laughing and flirting. I've always been nervous on first dates, but Kay's flirtatious glances made it clear she wanted me just as much.

After months of online chatting and flirting, the sexual tension was so high that when I saw her from a distance for the first time, my heart skipped a beat. She was even more beautiful than her photos. A ray of pale blond sunshine, blue, cheerful cheeky eyes, and a smile that could have melted Antarctica - and me first - in one second.

Her casual attire, a stark contrast to the feminine grace of her features, made her even more attractive. A straight-cut pair of blue jeans and a loose, slightly unbuttoned, white shirt that seemed to mirror her carefree spirit. Her small, perfect-shaped bare breasts were lightly moving under that simple shirt as she walked towards me. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra; she had already told me she didn't like the feeling of it on her skin.

Watching her coming closer, my whole body tingling in anticipation, I couldn't resist undressing her with my gaze, imagining her pinky, hard nipples and bouncy breasts. The same ones I had already seen in so many photos, usually with my name written on them. Briefly, I pondered ...

... whether my name remained etched there...

I had an instant crush on that blonde beauty when I saw her photo, smiling as usual, on a dating app, so much so that I made the first move. To regret it immediately after.

Laura, what are you thinking? She is a lesbian; she will assume you want to have some experimental fun with her.

Trying to distract myself by reading a random book, I put aside the mobile and my constant anxiety.

She's never going to reply anyway, I thought.

Not even ten minutes later: "Ding!"

That notification sound made me jump on my chair, unsure whether it should make me happy or not.

"Hey Laura, thanks for the message; you look so cute, too, and I liked your profile. Are you free to chat now?! "

NOW?!

Having only been with one girl before, excited but cautious, my bold spirit was battling my shy, novice side, fearing that a single out-of-place word could ruin everything. Excitement trumped fear. I typed back swiftly, "For you, I'm always free."feeling like an idiot for my seemingly ostentatious, yet lame, reply.

Months passed before we could meet. While I was visiting my parents for the summer, she was working non-stop in London. Chatting and exchanging hot photos was the only way to keep the spark alive. The daily anticipation of what I would get from her was almost better than the surprise itself.

What amazement did she have in store today? An evocative sexual image? A sneaky preview of her fabulous breasts with my name written on ...