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I have never really caught up with the modern world. My youth was before the advent of the Internet and I am still fairly incompetent when it comes to technology. I can manage the basics, and some not-so basics, but it doesn’t come easily to me as it does to younger people who seem to intuitively ‘know’ how software and apps work. In truth, I find it all rather scary.Sometimes I yearn for the days of ‘pen pals’ connected by ‘snail mail’! It was slow, but more personal and private, allowing the considered expression of your deepest thoughts and fears. Not quite the same as email, messaging apps or online contact.Nevertheless, I have experimented with online “chats” and made “friends” around the world. In particular, I made friends with ‘Trish’ in the US. I don’t even know if that is her real name, but she has sent me a face pic in the past. I don’t use my real name online and would never circulate a face pic! I don’t take part in any of the main ‘social media’ sites but did once join an ‘Adult dating’ site, which was where I came across her.Her profile was very positive about sex and I found her attitude refreshing and attractive. I know that many women online are pestered with unsolicited ‘dick pics’ and I had no intention of doing that. I just wanted a sexy, bursa escort light chat with someone on the other side of the world (when time-shift allowed!).As our chats grew more adventurous, she questioned why I would not send a face pic, and I explained that I knew that Facial Recognition Software could link across many sources and possibly identify me to (real) friends and family.Her answer was that there is no such thing as Cock Recognition Software and, “I can tell a lot about a man from his cock!” I took this as something of a hint but didn’t react immediately. She pursued the idea, though, and eventually persuaded me to send her a pic of myself (without a face, of course). She sent me intimate pics and separate ones of her face.She educated me on how to use pics and videos, which we exchanged more and more often. In the end, she taught me how to use a webcam and in return asked me to show myself live. I did so willingly (avoiding my face) and found it very arousing to have a live, female witness to my solo sessions. She did not appear on live cam herself but sent increasingly intimate pics to arouse me.She clearly found the sights and sounds of my live webcam arousing too. She addressed my normal male concerns about my size simply by saying that I might not bursa escort bayan be the biggest she had ever seen, but that she found my cock quite beautiful in an aesthetic sense. When I finally agreed to cum for her, her audible reactions were quite reassuring as she clearly joined me in self-pleasure. I had become an online exhibitionist, it seems, but I limited my attentions to Trish, despite other approaches.This online relationship continued for some time, when time shifts allowed, which was actually not that often. But one day, she dropped the bombshell news that she was visiting London shortly and asked whether we could meet. I was shocked. This was not a development I had anticipated, but I had no reason to refuse.So I summoned up my courage and made detailed plans about when and where we would meet. She invited me to her hotel in London, where we could meet discreetly in the bar. She would be there at an appointed time, dressed in red. She would not be able to recognise me, of course, as she had never seen my face, but I would be able to recognise her. The day when we would meet face-to-face, without the need for microphones or cameras between us, was nearly here.*************Now, I am sitting in the bar of your hotel in London as arranged. I am escort bursa at a side table, scanning the faces of people as they enter, but you have not appeared yet; I wonder if you ever will. Then I recognise you at the doorway as you pause and look around. You are looking great, perfectly made up, and wearing a knee-length dress of a vibrant red; very sexy indeed. You scan the room and briefly hesitate as our eyes meet, but then you move on towards the bar.I wait a little while as you order a drink and you look around the bar again. I catch your eye as I stand and move towards you. You take a deep breath and a sip of your drink, as I stand alongside you at the bar. I don’t look at you, at first, but I am very close and sense that you are holding your breath, anticipating a connection. I turn to face you, and say, “Hello, Trish; Simon here.” You release your pent-up breath and relax as you realise that I am not just some random stranger on a pick-up visit to the bar.You smile widely as I say, “You’re looking gorgeous; I hope you’re not disappointed with me.”You drop your eyes and say, “Oh no, I always told you I could tell a lot about a man from his cock, and I know your cock is beautiful, so…”I ask if you’d like to come and sit with me so we can talk and we take our drinks to a side cubicle, where we have a little privacy; not much, but a little. I don’t question whether your real name is Trish, and you don’t ask whether my real name is Simon; it really doesn’t matter.