I thought long and hard, not one for dumb humor. I remembered one my brother Luke used to get soap in his mouth for. He was always the mischievous one of the three of us and still was. I never thought I'd have to turn to him to beef up my game.
Bear: Why can't you hear a pterodactyl in the bathroom?
Jewels: No clue.
Bear: Because the P is silent.
Jewels: :) That was terrible.
I chuckled to myself, picturing Nan chasing me down to give me a mouthful of soap at my age.
Bear: Glad to be of service to you.
Jewels: So you had a good day? I'm glad one of us did.
Bear: Actually, it was complete shit, but I have Bowmore and a view of the city, so I'm hanging in there. Plus, I'm talking to a total babe.
Jewels: Sounds nice. What's her name? ;)
Bear: Jewels. She's as precious as the name suggests.
Jewels: Sounds like quite the lady.
I wasn't sure how to broach the subject of meeting. Privately seemed to value more time in getting to know each other, but I had to send up a flare I was interested. We’d been talking since June for crying out loud.
Bear: She is. I'd much rather be staring at the city with her right now.
Jewels: Good to know.
Well, that backfired.
Bear: So, with these rules, we're not allowed to show faces... Right?
I was wading into dangerous territory, but it was do or die time.
Jewels: I believe those are the rules...
Bear: But we can send pics... which is dumb.
If the whole premise was to be secretive, why include a photo share button? It wasn't like they weren't begging us to bend the rules with its addition, the camera icon a cheeky temptation on the left of the screen.
Jewels: Yep.
I took a quick snap of the city lights and sent it over, testing the waters.
Jewels: Nice view.
Bear: Yeah. It has its perks.
A photo from Jewels popped over a shot of street lights and some trees. It wasn't taken from as high of an angle as mine, but she was at least on the second floor of a building.
Bear: Balcony as well?
Jewels: Yup.
Bear: Interesting that we both retreat to the same place when stressed.
Jewels: Summer nights are the best. I love it out here.
I couldn't agree more. In Florida, I had to hide in a screened-in porch to enjoy the night thanks to mosquitoes, and it would be steamy as hell regardless of how late it was.
I snapped another picture of my legs propped up on the railing. It wasn't technically my face, so I wasn't breaking any rules.
A photo of tiny slipper-clad feet on a cement backdrop popped over in response. Creamy skin poked out of furry black slippers.
Bear: Pint-sized, much?
Jewels: Giant sized, much?
Bear: Touché.
I snapped an angled photo, hiding my face and tattoo but showing the full length of my body. It was nothing scandalous. I was wearing a t-shirt and checkered pajama pants. It wasn't like I was in a speedo. I held my breath again as I sent it, nervous for what I'd get back.
What if she blew me off?
What if she was catfishing me?
Jewels: You're like a tree!
A photo arrived of a small-framed body clad in a white tank and baggy pink pajama bottoms. Two full breasts stared back at me, hidden by thin fabric, a sliver of cleavage peeking above.
Bear: I dig the jammies.
Fuck it. I couldn't wait forever. She was hot; I was horny, and she seemed like a good time. Why not have a quick fuck?
Bear: I could use some cute company.
Jewels: Couldn't we all?
Burn. She wasn't picking up what I was putting down. At all.
Bear: Don't think I'm cute?
Jewels: Cute isn't the word.
Ouch.
Jewels: More like impressive.
I chuckled. I heard a lot in my day, but I had never been called impressive.
Bear: Because I'm huge?
Jewels: Not just the height. You're testing the limits of that shirt, no?
I glanced down. The tee was a little snug across the chest, but most were. I spent years sculpting myself through a ridiculous routine. It was the only thing I could control for the longest time.
Bear: Yeah. Most shirts fit like this. Want to know a secret?
Jewels: Sure.
Bear: I like what I saw, Jewels.
Jewels: Really? Like how much?
The raging testosterone beast within wanted to show her the tent I was pitching, but I reasoned with the devil to keep it at bay. Unsolicited bulges were not on the menu for the night, but hopefully, sex was.
Bear: Like I'm thinking about how you'd feel on my lap right now.
Jewels: I don't have a bony butt. Promise.
Bear: Well, thank god.
Jewels: I like what I saw too.
Bear: Oh yeah?
Jewels: Those arms would feel so good around me.
Bear: I'd probably kiss you too.
Jewels: Is that so?
Bear: Absofuckinglutely.
Another picture popped over, this time showing a discarded bra. White, lacy, and finished with a tiny pink bow, the undergarment flailed across the cement. It was hardly scandalous but enough to get my blood going. I felt like a horny teenager eager to see my first pair of tits as my cock roared to life.
Bear: Feels good to be free, huh?
A shot of her torso clad only in its thin white tank came through with the nicest pair of tits I had seen in ages freed beneath.
Jewels: Yup.
To hell with it. I snapped a pic of my ever-growing bulge, tucked away in pajama bottoms. Before I lost my nerve, I sent it, giving in to temptation.
I wasn't one for sexting, but she didn't take the bait about coming over. I'd take what I could get. Maybe I'd earn a visit if I played ball.
Jewels: What are you going to do with that?
Bear: Whatever you want.
Jewels: Touch it.
I looked around, checking for any peepers. Luckily the balcony was private with two solid walls on either side. The barrier in front was cement, capped with a wrought-iron railing. The coast was clear for wherever I felt like taking things.
I obeyed, grasping myself through the thin fabric, the girth swelling at my touch,
