Summer's sultry sun was setting on the small Floridian town, casting a warm glow over the streets. Gin paced down the sidewalk, her heart pounding in her chest. She had waited for this moment for what felt like a lifetime. She had been penpals with Tony for years, and they had finally decided to meet in person. As she approached the local bar, Gin scanned the crowd, looking for someone who might resemble the man she had grown to know through text, chats, and occasional voice messages. Tony was standing at the entrance, looking just as nervous as she was. Their eyes met, and she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body. This was the man she had shared so much with, the man who had listened to her fantasies, the man who had made her feel alive with his words and only his words. How was that even possible?

Tony stepped forward as she got closer, a wide grin spreading across his face. He extended his arms, inviting a close embrace, and Emily took it, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. His body against hers felt intense. She could feel his arms, chest, and abdomen. She pondered for a second as the hug lasted an eternity, and her leg was intimately in between his groin area. A good eternity.

"Gin," he said, his voice deep and reassuring. "It's so good to finally meet you in person."

Gin couldn't help but smile, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"It's good to meet you too. You smell good," she said. Her voice was shaking slightly.

They walked into the bar together, their footsteps muffled by the loud room. Gin couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort being near Tony, despite having never met in person. As they sat to order, she stared at Tony, taking in his features for the first time. His eyes were a deep shade of light brown, his hair short wavy black. He was slightly shorter than the guys she had dated before, but his physical aura felt intense, and she felt both stirred and confident beside him. They sat down at a bar table, the jukebox chanting in the background. Gin fidgeted with her empty coaster, feeling a sudden wave of shyness.

"What can I get you guys?" asked the bartender.

"Gin," she said.

"And Tonic," he completed. Then, they burst into a silly laugh. Detecting an inside joke, the bartender smiled and proceeded to serve.

She would grab a sip of her drink and find herself licking at her lips while staring at him. Tony was getting all the subtle cues from her face and body language and was putting her at ease with quick questions about her day, and Gin found herself easing into him as was always the plan from inception.

The tension between them slowly dissipated as they talked, and Gin felt a sense of joy and freedom as she started to remember their secret pact. They had agreed to sext and send each other provocative messages every day until they met in person. She would use such exchanges to please herself every night. She would gift him with a note or sometimes a picture like an official event record. Furthermore, they promised they would consummate their relationship the first time they met face to face, no matter the circumstances. Tonight was the end of the faceless sexual interchange. Tonight she was having him.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered something that made Gin shiver with arousal. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his neck, and he felt a surge of tingling static run through his neck right to his lower abdomen. She grabbed his hand, stood up, and zigzagged through the crowd and onto the corridor leading to the bathrooms. The line for the girls' bathroom extended, so they made a beeline for the boy's room. While waiting for a second to avoid inquiring eyes and opening the door, Tony looked left and right. A tall guy was peeing and holding a cell phone with one hand and was fighting with his girlfriend on the line. They quickly got into one of the stalls. Not a second had passed after closing the door before her lips were all over his, and his hands grabbed her ass with intensity.

They let a soft moan escape. She was fondling his genitals over the jeans, trying desperately to find the zipper. He went for her breasts while pushing his face against her, intensifying the kiss. She took half a step back, looked at his bulge, and used both hands to locate the zipper. She undid the button with a smirk on her face. Once the zipper was down, she paused, taking him by surprise. She got closer and resumed the kiss, only softer and with a sensual undertone. Her tongue was playful; she grabbed him by the belt and traversed his abdomen with her hands right after. She kept going south the waistline and found the throbbing bulge, gently pulled down the boxers and jeans, and released his firm cock almost in slow motion.

It was subtle and quick; his dick vaulted, and he felt immense pleasure. He was being liberated. Able to grow without constraints. She grabbed his dick gracefully and started moving her hand up and down. They never stopped kissing; she was holding his erection firmly, and he was letting her handle him. She paused, looked at him playfully, and decided to bend. She reached for his cock with her mouth and proceeded to devour him in one big swallow. She tried to envelop his whole dignity in one thrust of the face. She gagged a little, testing her own resolve. He looked at her curly blonde hair from above and played with it while she was intensifying the rhythm of her mouth in and out of his hard dick. Finally, she decided to kneel and correct the posture of her neck. She was now staring directly at him, slightly bent back and blowing him off. She could now go under his testicles and lick them one by one. She would grab his dick with one hand, get it to the side of her face, and lick thoroughly, one testicle at a time.

She was enjoying him. She had mentioned she was not into fellatio, which made the whole moment even more meaningful for Tony. She was doing exactly what he loved the most, but she was doing it because she wanted him happy. His pleasure was hers. She proceeded to place her mouth at the base of the dick. Then, she opened and grabbed the shaft in a subtle bite.

"No teeth," she made a mental note and clasped her lower and upper lips around the base.

She grabbed the tip and started moving the lips up and down the shaft. She noticed the vein in his dick. She closed her eyes and moaned. She was thrilled by the raw texture of Tony's penis as she grappled it with her mouth. Up and down. Down and up again in a continuous tempo that Tony was enjoying.

He couldn't help to grab Gin's head and push it gently against his groin area. She opened her mouth wide and let it in. She knew it was only for a short period where he would press his dick against her throat and let go. It was a brief but intense moment of subjugation. She let it happen. Tony was caressing her face as she decided to kick the blowjob into overdrive. She put her hands around his thighs, positioned her neck just right with a slightly inclined chin, and decided to swallow again. The thrust reversed this time, and she was at the tip once more. She repeated this motion for a few minutes, bringing Tony close to the edge.

"I can't come just yet," he whispered.

Traffic was flowing in and out of the small bathroom. Guys joking, singing, and refreshing, oblivious of what was happening inside the stall. The door would open, letting the music of the lounge fill the little room, a moment that was used by Gin and Tony to let moans fly unrestricted. When tony felt the immense pressure to release, he would pull out, leaving Gin with a mouthful of air. She would smile and chase the erection again. It was a game of cat and mouse. He would pull out, and she would immediately bring it in. She would even force herself into it using her hands to limit his movements. She would feel repressed and empowered both at the same time. And she loved it.

Tony had enough, he was trying to hold it in, but Gin was relentless. He grabbed her by the arms, pulled her up, and kissed her while pushing her toward the wall. When her back touched the metal, he pinned her body, raised her arms, and pressed them against it. She was breathing erratically. With firm determination, he went down on her and rolled her skirt up. She was wearing black lace thongs, which he found incredibly hot. Now he paused. He wanted to take in the view. Her cute belly button and defined thighs were a sight to enjoy without the rush. He found her shaking a little, perhaps as a byproduct of the adrenaline and hormones. Tony got close and kissed her on the abdomen. She felt a tingle and bit her lips. Tony started pulling her panties down so slowly that she had the intense impulse to pull them down herself. Her body was revealed in the penumbra, and Tony was taking in all the view.

Gin lifted one foot, then the other. The panties came off without a fight. Tony observed the fabric now in his hands and felt the damped areas of the panties. She was soaking.

"You won't need these anymore," he said.

She lowered her arms unconsciously. She felt trapped against the metal divider but stood there in anticipation. What would be his next move? What is he going to do? She was there standing still while he was inspecting her lower abdomen. She was wearing a thin "Brazilian bikini strip," and he liked it. He conjured a few mumbling words and went straight and kissed the crotch. She moaned. She liked it so much that she started fondling her breasts. Tony was immersed in licking and kissing around the almost imperceptible pubic hair but felt hungrier with every passing second.

He grabbed her waist and spun her body so she would be facing the wall. She gasped. She noticed a few writings on the metal, closed her eyes, and decided to focus on how his hands felt as he grabbed her butt. Tony spent yet another minute appreciating her round white butt cheeks. She had a beautiful gap between her legs, and he could see her vagina without much effort. He was really hungry for her now. Gin felt a subconscious need to arc her back, place her face against the wall and stick her ass slightly outwards. It was an invitation.

After groping her ass for a few seconds and not being able to hold back anymore, Tony placed his face right next to her ass and reachable vagina and said, "I'll worship your pussy now."