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?"
