On occasion, online relationships go offline. Even with camgirls. The practice is not recommended unless there is some measure of security. One of my cam viewers, Jed, passed the test and we agreed to meet.
Jed had always been a good tipper and entertained me with his sexual as well as non-sexual banter while I was stripping for him. Long before I knew we were going to have a chance to meet, Jed told me he owned a downtown bar. He was also single and hot in a Vinny-from-Jersey-Shore kind of way. He admitted to working long hours, which kept him from keeping a real girlfriend. We always joked about how much fun we’d have in person, considering how pleasurable our online interaction was.
So when I received my college roommate’s wedding invitation, I was delighted to think Jed and I might actually have our chance. The wedding was to be held in the summer in New York, which brought me much closer to him from my Colorado home.
I tried to maintain my excitement when I told him.
“I’m here for whatever you want to do,” he had said. “Let me know and I’ll clear my schedule.”
It had a been a long time since I had seen many of my college friends and finding a way to squeeze in Jed was getting trickier the closer it got to the date. But I simply had to see him. And yet I couldn’t tell my friends the truth as to why I needed to break away for a bit. Camming was my little secret; just as cam viewing was Jed’s secret.
I suggested to my friends that we visit a bar, one that I had heard good things about. The soon-to-be bride was the only one of us familiar with New York so my friends were open to my suggestion.
“See you Friday, 8ish,” I had told Jed, explaining that we should pretend that we were meeting for the first time. At first, the ruse was convenient, and then the more I replayed it in my mind, it was wildly erotic. I had always fantasized about meeting a stranger and fucking him furiously shortly thereafter. With Jed, there was a bit of pent-up sexual tension because, although I performed sex shows for him and talked dirty, it was not nearly as titillating as the real thing.
As soon as I stepped into the bar, I immediately recognized Jed. He looked quickly at me, did a double-take, and then suppressed a smirk. I felt a sizzle zip through my lady loins as I realized he was even sexier in the flesh. He was playing bartender and I told my friends I’d get the first round.
“I’ll have six screwdrivers on the house,” I said to Jed, who gave me an uncontrollable cleavage check.
“You are going to have to earn those drinks,” Jed said placing both hands on the bar and leaning in to me. I could feel his breath on my face and resisted the urge to dive in immediately.
“Earn?” I asked. “Think of what you want me to do while I give these to my friends.”
After he poured the drinks, setting them slowly on a tray, I walked over to my friends and felt the heat of his gaze on my back.
“Hey, that bartender is checking you out,” my friend Sheila said. “You should go talk to him. He looks pretty cute.”
“You think?” I asked, spinning on my heels and going back to Jed.
“Did you think of what I need to do?” I said.
He nodded and came out from behind the bar, taking my hand in his and leading me silently to a back room.
The room instantly became quiet as Jed closed the door.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” he said. “And the wait has been unbearable.”
He put his hands on each side of my head, tilted it upwards and began kissing me deeply. I unbuttoned his shirt and he unzipped my crotch-damp jeans, enabling him to see I wasn’t wearing any panties. He bit my nipple and knelt down to kiss my stomach, inserting fingers in my pussy, and then his tongue. After he came back up to my mouth, I reached for his cock and stroked every inch of it, using my other hand to fondle his balls.
He whisked my hands away and then grabbed my bare ass with his hands and lifted me up, carried me over to his desk and climbed on top of me. He slid in and I moaned.
“You feel so good,” he exhaled, in between thrusts.
I looked up and noticed that we were in line with the bar’s security camera, and I smiled at the thought of Jed replaying our romp.
Jed pulled out enough to find my clit with his hands, making me melt and come. Clearly he had been observant during our sex shows. I opened my legs wider and Jed grabbed my ankles, plunging deeper until he came.
Want to read more about my evening with Jed? Check back for Anna’s Tales: An Offline Romp, Part II