Page 15 of The App Trap
“Good. Lick my boots then,” he whispered.
Oh God. This. We had been having a bit of… well, alotof online sexy chat which drifted into the realms of Ben’s fetish world and this was one of the scenarios that we had talked about. Still though, surely there was a time and a place?
“Excuse me?”
I stared at him until he sultrily leaned forward and spoke in a low voice.
“Lick. My. Boots. Pretty please?”
How on earth could I refuse now? After another quick scan of the place and not being able to make out any misspelt words tattooed across anyone’s knuckles, I decided that I was going to go right ahead and do what he asked. When in Waterloo, eh?
I waited until everyone around us seemed to be looking the other way, then I pretended to drop a straw, before proceeding to lick his boot. However, whilst I was mid-lick, I accidentally inhaled a passing tumbleweed of fluff from the floor which lodged in my throat. I wasdesperate to cough it out but chose to try and hold it in because I thought any spluttering might ‘spoil the moment’.
I must have looked like an aubergine when I resurfaced, suppressing my coughs and smiling politely until I swallowed the offending dust ball.
“There you go, all done,” I said, all business like.
”How did that make you feel?”
I thought about it as I felt my face returning to its usual shade.
Mildly terrified?
Slightly humiliated, in a good way?
Wary of any potential homophobe I missed wondering what we were up to during my brief scan of the surroundings?
I went with: “Okay,” which seemed like a safe bet.
“Good boy,” he whispered, his oaky smell surrounding the airspace around my mouth. That seemed to calm me down for a bit, along with the gentle pat on my leg.
Ben spent the next hour telling me about all the nice things that he could do for me, all the ways he could tease me whilst I was at his mercy. I was incredibly excited. This man was like a human Viagra pill, not that I would ever need such a thing around this guy. He would whisper right into my ear, and I could feel every breath on my neck as I closed my eyes and inhaled his delicious woody musk.
“You’re really easy—but fun,” he said, scanning me up and down.
I can't remember a time when I wanted to have sex with someone this much. The explosive sexual chemistry was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
Ben had sunk his fourth Whisky Mac of the evening when he uttered the sentence that nobody wants to hear on an online date after they’ve been teased within an inch of a few million sperm’s lives:
“Drink up, I’ve got to go. I’ve got an early morning client tomorrow.”
My face dropped, and Ben let out a deep, evil laugh as he gave me a final stroke of the cock, squeezing just hard enough for it to throb and seep a little.
“Aww,” he said, pursing his lips playfully.
He had sprung the ‘early morning client’ excuse on me so quickly that I had no time to think about unsexy things in order to deflate my phallus.
Unfortunate—as I had nothing to cover it with. I had left my man-bag at work in case I got drunk and left it somewhere and added to that, my coat only came down to waist level.
The only solution was to walk behind Ben as closely as possible, although the fact that we were in a cheap boozer meant that everybody was far too hammered to have noticed my damp, throbbing erection. At least, that was what I preferred to think.
When we arrived at Waterloo Station, I decided to step up to Ben and go in for The Kiss. The gamble paid off. It was a good, solid one this time, with lots of purchase. A nice snug fit. I’d almost go as far as to call it ‘textbook’. His lips tasted of watermelon lip balm as they brushed across mine sexily, whilst my nose bristled against his short beard, inhaling the sexy scent of his cheek. He ran his tongue gently across my teeth and then playfully held my tongue between his with the perfect amount of pressure for me to think that I was going nowhere unless he decided I could. He was totally in control, and by the sweet lord above or below, I was fine with that.
He released me and exhaled his now very familiar deep cackle once more.
“I could have a lot of fun with you,” he said as hegrabbed both of my wrists and moved me to an appropriate distance for a final inspection, exhaling thoughtfully.
He stared at me and looked as if he were plotting hundreds of evil and potentially wild scenarios, which unsettled me just a tiny bit. I just hoped he didn’t want to go allHuman Centipedeon my arse. Whatever the case, Ben made the promise of a second date, which of course sealed the deal like a spit and a handshake at a Freemason’s meeting. So, I sauntered off down the underground with my tongue feeling a little like a piece of chewed biltong.
