I met Philip at a coffee house. We were both waiting at the counter, standing a few feet apart, when the barista called his order first. He was wearing black-framed glasses, a grey t-shirt stretched across his broad chest, and a pair of athletic shorts. I was in a knee-length flowy red skirt and black top, tight enough to showcase my ample breasts. He was typing something on his phone, not really acknowledging anyone around him. He certainly didn't seem to notice me checking him out, which allowed me a very good look.
"Chai with oat milk for Phil." He looked up finally, slid his phone into his pocket, and stepped to the counter, grabbing the paper cup and turning around.
He must have seen me laugh because he blushed slightly before he said, "Hey, it tastes better than regular milk." I just shrugged, waiting for the barista to set down my own order. A moment later, her voice rang out again.
"Another chai with oat milk for Kat."
I picked up my cup and raised it in mock cheers. Philip laughed and there was something about him that made me ask to sit at his table instead of running straight home. He smiled brightly and gestured to the chair across from him. We chatted and flirted a bit, discussing the nerdy stickers on his phone case, our respective jobs, and my love of RPGs, both board and video.
"I still remember when the Super Nintendo came out," I said, sipping the last of my chai. "Do you remember that? It was so amazing."
"Uh, no," he said with a laugh. "I was like two."
"What? How old are you?"
"I'm 32," he said casually.
"Shit, I'm ten years older than you." I shook my head as another smile crossed his face, unveiling his prominent canine teeth, which I found surprisingly attractive.
We exchanged snaps and started chatting that evening. It didn't take long for our conversations to get personal, then intimate, then sexual. I told him about my open marriage and he told me about his decidedly closed one. He was sexually unsatisfied at home, his wife uninterested, and the acts felt mostly transactional.
Messages gave way to photos, photos to videos, and soon we were sexting and making each other cum at nearly every opportunity. His videos made my pulse pound. Listening to him talk to me, watching his face as he stroked his cock. There was no mistaking that I wanted to take our friendship to the benefits level.
Physically, he ticked all the boxes. His body was strong, with just a layer of softness to it. The kind of body that could cuddle you tightly, making you feel warm and secure and then fuck you senseless into the morning.
His ass, thighs, and calves were firm from years of various sports in his youth, and showcased when he wore shorts, which was most of the time. His light, hazel-green eyes sparkled with excitement as he discussed topics that he loved. His hair and beard were both dark and shortly trimmed, with just a few grey hairs emerging..
Philip was, simply put, the whole package. But I was especially drawn to a very specific feature. There was something about his mouth: the sharp curves, how the lower lip was thicker than the top, how he bit it when he was turned on. And yes, those cute little sharp fangs. I wanted that mouth on mine, kissing me, then moving slowly down my body. I told him so, many times.
He would echo my sentiments but any discussion of logistics caused him to become reluctant and shut down my attempts.
*I can't be physical with you. This has to stay online. Maybe we can be friends, but nothing more.*
*Of course,* I wrote back. *I would never pressure you into something you're not comfortable with.*
