Being the Night Shift Guy. Chapter 2

Chapter Two: Not Only Her Fan

I stood nervously in the small hallway, just outside her apartment. Looking down, I made one last check of the address she had written on the back of her business card. Flipping over the cream-coloured card I took a moment to once again admire the elegant jade text.

Jessica Thot, of the London Thots

Below were links to various social media accounts (Only Fans, Instagram, etc). I’d spent the last two weeks chatting with her on OF (on my nights off or when work got quiet). Her page was free to subscribe, with some paid content. I’d sent her a few small tips, but mostly she had been giving me free content.

Often we would just chat about life, slowly getting to know each other. Sometimes it would get quite explicit. That was fun, and I would read over those conversations later while touching myself. Between that and all the sexy photos she kept sending, all my recent orgasms were because of her.

Nervously I reached out and knocked on her door. After only a few seconds the door opened.

“It looks like you found it okay” she smiled cheerfully.

“Yeah” I replied “your directions were good.”

She was dressed casually today, but still looked super hot. It was summer and the past week had been especially warm. Her large breasts were outlined by a light pink t-shirt and I could already see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Just visible below the shirt were a pair of black running shorts that showed off her amazing thighs.

Without realising my eyes had followed her legs all the way to her bare feet, which seemed to be making fists in the beige carpet of her apartment. As I was remembering a similar scene from a film, she reached out her hand and started dragging me inside.

“While I appreciate you staring at my feet, the neighbours might think it’s a bit weird” she said while closing the door.