The Traveler’s Log

Jake jolted awake as the plane touched down in Berlin.

I'm really here, he thought.

The flight had been long, but longer in the making.

It had all started last summer when he got a dm request from a girl he didn't know. He opened it to find nothing more than a meme. Usually these were just spam ads from OnlyFans bots, and while the curvy redhead in the profile picture was certainly beautiful enough to be a model, her account seemed legit.

"Hello, who is this?" he replied.

As it turned out she was a German girl named Alara who had messaged him by accident. Some light hearted conversation followed. They were both in their twenties, he was a West Virginia born American who had only visited Spain, she was a half Bosnain German who had never been to the states. After a little while, and some vague flirting, the messages stopped, and Jake turned back to his everyday life as a bartender.

A few weeks later Jake opened his phone to find a photo message from Alara waiting for him. He discreetly opened it, and was surprised to see the most luscious body he had ever laid eyes on. Thick creamy thighs crossed just enough to hide the prize. Soft curves of a toned torso rising to gravity defying D cup tits, with perfect little pink nipples poking out from beneath a pulled up t-shirt.

"Do you like?" was the message written beneath.

"Hard not to," was all Jake could think to say. He had never been great at flirting, and was still a bit stunned. "You're crazy hot!"

"Aw, you're sweet."

"If only we weren't worlds apart, the things I would do."

"What things?"

Jake's mind raced, here he was about to be sexting with the hottest woman he had ever seen. He calmed his nerves, stroked his hardening cock, and began to type.

"I would give you a night you deserve. I would take you to dinner and make you laugh more than you thought possible, before bringing you back to a bed that would become your throne. I would taste you, lavish you, worship you, until you were shaking and trembling and begging me to reshape your pussy around my cock."

Silence. Have I blown it? Jake thought, Did I go too far?

Finally Alara responded. "I have to ask, are you single?"

"Yes, are you?"

"Yes"

"How is someone like you single?" asked Jake, "With a body like that and a disposition to match."

"Oh I just haven't found the right person I guess," Alara replied. "You seem too cute to be single too. Or at least I think you are, there aren't very many photos of you on your page so I have barely seen you."

"We can change that," said Jake. Am I really willing to risk this? Jake had never sent any kind of nude or dick pic before, it always seemed like a girl would find it rude. But Alara had already sent him a breathtaking photo. Fuck it, I'll split the difference. Jake pulled off his shirt, but left his rapidly tightening boxer briefs on. He angled his phone from below, cutting off his head. The photo captured his muscled chest and shoulders, veiny forearm, toned core, and the outline of his half-hard cock snaking down his boxer leg.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting that," Alara replied. "But I guess you matched my energy. I like your underwear. I think I'd like what's under it even more."

"I figured you had earned a peak, but I think it is your turn," quipped Jake. "I thought you looked pretty damn good underneath your underwear."

"Now you're making me blush, but ok."

A photo message appeared. This time Jake opened it to see the most deliciously pink little pussy he could have imagined. An inviting slit of warm folds, glistening with the heat of their conversation. He could tell it was sweet and tight, crowned with a fuzzy red thatch. His mouth watered as he imagined what it would taste like to flick her clit with his tongue.

A short video message, this one shot from above, showed her cute pouty face framed by her long fiery hair. As she bit her lip she grabbed one of her ample breasts rolling her perky nipple between her fingers. Her other hand probed at her wet womanhood, two fingers pressing in before rubbing her wetness over her clit.

"Your turn. But let me see your face too this time."

Jake scrolled through his photos trying to find a good picture of himself. Finally he found one from a few weeks ago, the photo that his ex said made him look like the star of a romance movie. He sent it.

"Oooo, I just knew you were CUTE," said Alara. "But now I think you owe me something else. Keep matching my energy big boy."

"The way your pussy is gripping on two little fingers, I'm not sure you could take what I have to offer," replied Jake.

"Prove it."

Jake set up the camera so that this time only his groin and washboard abs were in frame. He hit record, then pulled his serpent out of its restraints. Even his workman's hands were dwarfed by the girth and length of the hardening cock, his fingers not touching as he gripped it. He gave it a long stroke, revealing its fully erect twelve inch size. Pre-cum oozed from the tip and his balls swelled as he thought of how wet Alara was at this very moment. He hit send.

There was no response except a notification that Alara had screen recorded the video. Jake panicked. This is how people get their nudes leaked. He was sure he had been scammed now, and he angrily tossed his phone away.

The next morning he awoke to a message from Alara.

"That was the biggest cock I have ever seen, I came twice to the video. I don't know how or when, but I must feel you inside of me. I would move heaven and earth to have you worship my pussy. Devouring it until it is ready to be reshaped by your manhood."

Jake and Alara would sext every day after that, often masterbating together on video calls, while they planned a way to finally meet.

Now Jake was finally getting off the plane in Germany, and there she was. The 5'7" redhead of his dreams, jeans hugging her curves, a white button down top struggling to restrain Alara's perky tits. Without a word he held her to his muscle six foot frame. Her perfect breasts pressing into his abdomen, his swelling cock pressing into hers. Their lips locked, their tongues desperately probering each other with the pent up passion of their long distance love.

"Let's get you back to my place and out of those travel clothes," said Alara. "We have work to do."