The ticking of the clock was clear and distinct in the café, like the torturous dripping of a tap. The sound of rattling dishes being clumsily loaded into the dishwasher was but a murmur on the wind compared to the brutal tick that indicated each passing second. Cal’s heart beat to the rhythm, only twice as fast, with his eyes fixed firmly on the door. The coffee before him grew cold as he continually stirred it with a slow, unfaltering pace.She was late. Not very late, but late. Every passing minute heightened Cal’s worry that she might not show at all. Or would it be a relief? He stared unblinkingly as his leg shook uncontrollably beneath the table. A glimmer of regret at having arranged this meeting flashed through his mind; this was outside his comfort zone, but it was too late now. She would be here soon—he clung to that belief, for better or worse.His favourite café was not busy—empty but for him, the new waitress and an old woman, sipping on tea over The Herald. Perhaps he would rather it had been busy, so that they could be less conspicuous, but then that would increase the likelihood of meeting someone he knew. That would be less than desirable. They should have arranged to meet somewhere nicer than the greasy spoon around the corner, but it had been a snap decision, made out of excitement and nervousness.Looking up at the clock that tormented him so, he finally took a sip of his now lukewarm coffee. Twelve minutes. She should definitely have been there by now; he had actually expected her to be there when he arrived. It was hard to believe that she wouldn’t show—this had been her idea, after all. Cal began to wonder if he had just been a gullible fool all along, and that she had never intended to show up. Was he there on a wind-up? Could anyone be so cruel?The bell above the door signaled her arrival at that moment. Cal looked up expressionlessly to where she stood in the doorway, a vision every bit as breathtaking as he had imagined. Her pictures had not done her justice, although perhaps she had made a special effort for meeting him today. When their eyes met, that glimmer of regret fizzled into darkness—he had few doubts about this meeting any longer. As she advanced towards his table, he took her in, feasting his eyes on her every detail. She was almost at his side before he realised, leg going like a pneumatic drill, that he was actually going to have to speak to this woman from whom he had hidden behind a computer screen for several months now.He stood to greet her, nudging the table and causing his coffee to spill just a bit. Laughing a little, she looked at him with warm eyes, and he grinned back boyishly, feeling a fool. Was it a hug or a handshake, or a kiss? Cal had no idea mobil porno what the protocol was for such a meeting; though seeing each other face to face for the first time, they were far from being strangers to one another. Three awkward seconds felt like an hour before she decided for him and pulled their bodies together in a tight hug. Though he knew she would feel the tremble of his hands, Cal placed them on her back, embracing this long-awaited moment.“It’s nice to finally meet you in person, Cal,” she said as he took her coat. Her voice was low and soft, with a richness that could easily have reduced Cal to a puddle on the floor had he not been concentrating so hard on appearing a proper gentleman.“And you, Eliza,” he replied, pulling out the chair on the other side of the table for her. “I’m so glad you came. Can I get you a coffee?”His heart thudded against his chest. He took deep breaths, trying to steady himself, as he waited at the counter to pay for Eliza’s latte and a fresh black coffee for himself. When she had suggested this rendezvous, Cal was full of online bravado and overcome with infatuation. Now that Eliza was there with him, the former had disappeared, making the latter all the more overwhelming. This had all become very real very quickly and, although that was what he had wanted, he had failed to adequately prepare himself for it mentally.“I’ll bring that over in a minute,” the teenage waitress chirped sweetly as she handed over Cal’s change. Only managing a half nod in response, he shuffled back to his table, keenly aware of Eliza’s eyes on him all the while, and her divine smile. He could hardly believe that she was really there, and that she was really that beautiful.As he gulped down the last of his room temperature coffee, Eliza silently observed him, seemingly amused. He looked up at her, sure he was blushing, and asked with a forcedly steady voice, “Did you find the place okay?” “Yes, thank you.” She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze never deviating from Cal’s face. Her skin was pale and unblemished, in stunning contrast with her thick, chestnut hair. “Sorry I’m late,” she continued after a second, “I couldn’t find a taxi at the train station.”Cal had, by this point, completely forgotten that she had been late, so focused was he on mastering his nerves. He sat there with the woman who had for so long occupied his thoughts, feeling like the chess club geek who just scored a date with the prom queen. Not that he was unattractive, but he felt like a positive Quasimodo opposite this enchantingly beautiful Esmerelda. Why she had taken any interest in him was quite beyond Cal, but he had told no lies; they were not meeting under the pretense that alman porno he was some tall, athletic stud with biceps the size of grapefruit.Their drinks arrived, the young waitress giving them a knowing grin. Eliza reached out to grab the handle of her mug and Cal noticed that her hand, too, was shaking. Despite seeming so coolly indifferent, she was perhaps just as nervous about this meeting as he was, Cal now realised. He smiled inwardly at this, feeling more certain that this meant just as much to her as it did to him. It seemed hard to believe when he was the one so clearly punching above his weight.The wonderful thing about having known each other for several months was the eradication of the usual awkwardness of first meetings. Though they had started off as guarded strangers, each with their own internet facade, time had allowed a true friendship to emerge and two individuals to expose themselves to one another almost completely. Their connection was as deep, Cal reckoned, as any ‘real life’ relationship he had ever had. They knew one another; they had shared their wildest dreams and their darkest fears, and leaned on each other through hardships. They were not strangers, and maybe that made it all the more terrifying to see each other there, corporeal, for that first time.Though his leg never did stop, Cal managed to hold the conversation with only a handful of audible cracks in his voice. Their discourse was pedestrian and everyday, yet Cal’s mind constantly wandered to thoughts of how their online conversations usually went. He couldn’t help but think of all the things she had said to him, all the things she said she would do to him. His mind whirled with the beautifully sculpted, erotic and graphic descriptions of the deliciously twisted acts of self-pleasuring to which her animal desire for him reportedly drove her.One such lurid discussion now burned vividly at the forefront of his mind, the virtual memory distracting him from the physical reality. Now, with her voice filling his ears, he could hear the words he had only ever read and discern the intonation. Very clearly did he recall her relating to him the extent of her arousal, her urgency and her need. A smirk curled in the corner of Cal’s mouth, recollecting the then excruciating verbal depiction of the hardness of her nipples, and the wetness of her cunt.Once she had sufficiently turned him on, Eliza began to give an explicit, blow by blow account of all the things she “had to do” to herself in his physical absence. Cal had literally let out a low, grumbling moan as he sat alone in his flat, gazing at the screen with his tongue lolling out and one hand unconsciously massaging the fast-growing alexis texas porno bulge in his shorts. Her words were perfect; he could imagine it all so clearly that she may as well have sent him a video. Every touch, every sensation, was conveyed in sublime detail, from the mouthwatering viscosity of the evidence of his effect on her, to the tantalising pulse sent through her body by the gentle stroke of an index finger on her inner walls.“Cal?” It took a second for the sound of his name to register. He looked up into the chocolate eyes of the woman who had uttered it, and she continued, “You haven’t said anything for a few minutes; is everything okay?”He could feel his cheeks redden as he realised that, in reliving unforgettable online moments with Eliza, he was neglecting to savour these preciously rare ones with the woman herself. “Yes, I’m wonderful,” he replied hastily, beaming through his blush. “I was just… thinking. Sorry.” Cal could see the worry in her eyes; she must have thought that she was boring him, or that he was having second thoughts about their date. Nothing could be further from the truth. Every instant he spent in her company, a new butterfly was released in his stomach, and the shadows of doubt and fear that remained gradually disappeared. He was overjoyed to have her there, within touching distance—oh, how he wanted to touch her—the lilt of her voice filling him with a warming sense of gladness. Resolving to give the physical Eliza his absolute attention from that point, he smiled, and apologised again.It was at this point that Cal became aware of the erection that had sprung from his erotic daydreaming. It pushed up against his jeans, starting to become uncomfortable, and he tried to subtly maneuver the lower half of his body to shift his zealous penis into a less irritating position. The result, however, was some mild stimulation from the friction with his undergarments and a new, almost painful position. He let his hand slip under the table surreptitiously to quickly rearrange things so that it was tucked up through his waistband and peeked out into his overhanging t-shirt, hoping Eliza wouldn’t notice.As their conversation progressed, he could feel it start to die down, just about retreating back within his boxers. It seemed he was out of the woods, when he felt something brush up against the inside of his right leg—Eliza’s foot, slowly rubbing up and down. Cal stumbled in his speech a little, his voice cracking into nervous laughter as she watched him with an amused smile. “I, uh… What was I saying?” he stammered, his focus stolen by the naked foot inching its way agonisingly slowly up his leg. “You were telling me about your weekend in Berlin with your work,” she answered indifferently, continuing to tease.Cal gulped, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple, his erection almost bursting free of his jeans altogether, as her ivory, pedicured foot came into view in his lap, massaging the top of his thigh near his groin.