I had spent one night with Tom, my American lover, in a hotel room in London. That seemed like an age ago. Since then we had kept up our online sexual trysts whenever we were able to. We would fantasise abut having sex with each other in all different types of situations. It was always so hot when we chatted. We had even managed to have phone sex once in a while and there was nothing that got me excited quite like hearing him moan my name as he came.
The one time we had met up was when he was over here for work and i was able to travel to London to spend the night with him. I was gutted that he had made a return to the UK, again for work, but this time we had not been able to meet up. He said that he did not really have any free time in his itinerary as he was travelling with others and they were moving around a lot. I had a bit of a sulk but eventually got over it!
Our sessions would always begin in the same way, with a message on Kik asking the other if they were free and alone. Given he was so busy at work, I was surprised to get one at 9am on the Tuesday of his trip to the UK.
"Yes," I replied "Working from home today. How's the trip going?"
"Well, I have just arrived in W******* by train and I realised that must be close-ish to you" he responded.
W******* was indeed close to me. It was about fifteen minutes from my house and one of the larger railway stations in the area.
"WTF?!?" I replied on Kik.
"I knew I was travelling around a bit but don't know the UK well enough that names really register with me. It was only when people started talking about us getting the train North that I suddenly thought I might actually be near to you."
"Well you are!" I typed. "You are about fifteen minutes from me. Where are you staying?"
I watched as the app told me he was typing, my mind racing through excuses that I could use to get away from home tonight to see him.
"We are not staying, getting the train back to London later on."
His message instantly cooled the first stirrings of the erection which had begun. I could see he was typing another message.
"We got the train early so we did not miss the meeting."
More typing.
"The others have gone for a walk around and do some shopping. I said I was going to see if I could meet an English buddy of mine...."
My face flushed.
"If I had known, I could have been waiting for you again in a hotel" I typed back.
More typing from him.
"I did not know. But now I know how close I am to you, was thinking that perhaps I should just come to yours....."
I stared at the screen. My mind was absolutely scrambled. Every sexual craving I had was screaming out for the two of us to have sex again. Real sex. But there was no way that he could come here, not to mine and my wife's house. It was just way too risky. And wrong.
"Sorry, just can't do that." I typed my short response.
"Yes you can," came the reply.
"No really, I can't do that," I quickly typed.
"Sarah will never know."
When we had been having cyber sex, he got me to tell him my wife's name. He very much liked to know how I viewed having sex with him against sex with my wife. He wanted detail. He wanted me to tell him that I preferred having sex with him over having sex with Sarah. And I did.
But now I once more felt a surge of betrayal that I had shared that detail.
"No, I really cannot. I can be with you in fifteen minutes and we can meet in Starbucks or something," I suggested, really very keen on at least seeing him.
"Are you prepared to have sex in the toilet at Starbucks?"
This response threw me. Was he suggesting that we factually have sex in Starbucks? I could see he was already typing the next message.
"Because I cannot imagine being physically with you and us not have sex..."
He had a point.
More typing.
"So there is a way that me coming to yours is less risky....."
From the first moment he had contacted me, through a bit of feedback on a story here, he had this knack of persuading me. Of seducing me.
"I just can't" I wrote, but my cock was getting hard again.
"We can" he replied.
"We must" he continued.
"I need to kiss you."
"I need you."
"I want you."
The message came in quick succession. Each one mirroring my own desires.
I typed the word "Ok", followed by my address. I looked at the unsent message on the screen of my phone.
As I looked at it I could see another message was being composed.
"I need to make love with you," he said.
And just like that, I pressed send.
I had the house to myself. There was, in fact, minimal risk of being disturbed. But I had truly never done something like this before. My mind was, however, in a whirl of lust. I had to see him. I had to be with him again.
I sat on the bottom step of the stairs and stared at the door. My hands were shaking. My cock was rock hard. After what seemed like an age I heard the unmistakable sound of a cab and its door closing. I heard my gate creak open and watched a figure approach the door through the mottled glass.
I was at the door and opening it before there could be a knock or a door bell chime. I pulled Tom into the hallway, both so the neighbours did not have much chance to see him and because I was desperate to kiss him.
His tongue felt so good in my mouth as we kissed. His scent in my nostrils added to the intoxicating sensation as our mouths melted into each other. I felt his arms wrap around me, one hand going to my bum and pulling me closer to him. It was not in the least bit surprising to feel that his cock was hard as he pressed himself into me. But it was so exciting to feel his passion for me.
