Locked Down But Not Out

Gregor was playing an online board game when a direct message landed in his inbox. It was his third week of 'shielding' himself from the coronavirus pandemic on account of severe asthma and he was trying to find things to keep himself busy, to keep his anxiety in check, and, in turn, his breathing from deteriorating.

Recently, he had just broken up with his girlfriend, and unrelatedly, turned vegan. So, when he began to think about dating again, joining a Facebook vegan singles group seemed like the ultimate, "Well duh!" move.

However, just about everyone in the group seemed to be from another country. There was hardly anyone from the UK and even less from his country of Scotland. Still, it was a nice bunch of people, the banter was good, and the fact that he was never going to meet any of the women he spoke to here emboldened Gregor to do a bit of harmless flirting.

About a week ago he saw a post asking if anyone was up for a virtual pub quiz. Gregor, who loved a bit of a pub quiz with his mates, said to count him in and a date was set. To be honest he had totally forgotten about it when he got a message 4 days later saying that the quiz was about to start in 25 minutes. "Sorry buddy," he said into his headset, "we'll have to finish this later."

Gregor poured himself a drink (Tia Maria and Coke, he'd run out his usual drink which was beer) and sat down in front of his laptop. With 5 minutes to spare he clicked the url in his message which took him to the zoom website where he joined the group video chat.

When he hit the start video button he was greeted by a mirror image of himself. He looked like shit! Before he had started playing online games with his friend he had been gardening in an old rick and morty t-shirt and a pair of off-white joggers. They were both splattered in mud. "No, this won't do," he thought.

He ran upstairs, grabbed a nice short and a pair of skinny blue jeans, hastily throwing them on as he headed back downstairs. When he arrived back at his laptop people were beginning to arrive. "This is a total Quorn sausage-fest," he muttered under his breath, luckily it wasn't picked up by his mic.

There were four video windows, including his own, and each was filled with guys in their thirties and forties. He couldn't believe he'd put a shirt on for this shit. The one glimmer of hope was there were a couple of ladies taking part but he couldn't see them as they were only using audio. He guessed they were shy. One lady from Hungary and called Hanna and the other was called Amita, she didn't say or type a word so where she was from was anyone's guess.

The quiz got underway, it was mildly diverting, but he felt bad for the quiz master as despite his best efforts there was no banter or interaction between the participants. Gregor tried his best to enter into the spirit of things, but it felt more like a mandatory business meeting than a shits and giggles, fun activity.

There was a short break so that everyone could refill their drinks or do whatever they needed to do. Gregor grabbed another drink and logged back in. The only other person that was already back was Hanna. She was still audio only but they started talking about the lockdown and she seemed to really open up. Every so often she would flick on her webcam, then she would laugh shyly and switch it back off again.

He didn't know why she was so shy, she looked pretty damn good to him. Olive skinned with big brown eyes, her hair cut in coquettish bob, a style that for some reason he had always found unbelievably sexy. For the first time in a long, long time Gregor felt a desire stir in him.

The rest of the quizers returned to their laptops and Hanna turned off her webcam for the duration of the remaining questions. After the quiz, the host read out the answers and everyone turned off their webcam's one by one and Gregor was about to do the same. Just as his mouse was hovering over the red x in the corner of the app, a new webcam window appeared.

"Hiya", said Hanna smiling coyly as she gave a little wave. They made a little bit of small talk and he had to admit he felt a little uneasy when she purred, "Do you like to fool around?"

He sputtered and stammered like the foppish romantic lead in a Richard Curtis comedy. "Yes, yes I guess I do," he finally managed to spit out. "But you're in Hungary and I'm in Scotland, so unless you have access to a private jet and some PPE equipment, I fear that geography prevents it."

"I meant wirtually, silly," her Eastern European voice was so thick with sex appeal that it turned "v's into sexy "w's".

"Oh," Gregor replied, "How does that work?" He felt a slight sense of anxiety at being yanked out of his comfort zone, but also an undeniable, and pressing arousal.

"Don't worry," Hanna whispeted, "I'll talk you through it."

"I want you to close your eyes and open the top two buttons of your shirt. Can you feel my soft hands gently stroking the side of your face?"

Gregor moaned in the affirmative. "Good, then I push you against the wall and I lean in to kiss you. You can feel my breath hot against your lips but just as you open your mouth to kiss me I pull back. I toy with you awhile and when our tongues finally entwine it's that much sweeter."

When Gregor opened his eyes again Hannah had already taken off her red cashmere blouse, and was beginning to slip out of her black, lacy bra. She caught his eye, never diverting her gaze as her full breasts dropped out of their cups. They didn't drop far though, as they were pert and plump. He was slightly surprised at how pale and pink her areola were. Her darker, tanned hands fell on the polka dots, pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, like an erotic "ok" gesture.

"Do you like what you see?" It was all Gregor could do to nod yes, he couldn't believe it was the same person who 10 minutes ago was too shy to turn on her video camera. "Let me see how much you like it, zoom your webcam out and tilt it down."

He acquiesced and revealed his skinny jean clad crotch, his dick was already straining against the denim. "Take out your cock, "Hanna said forcefully, "I want to see it."

Gregor's horniness battled his self consciousness for a split second, but really it was no contest. He unzipped his jeans and pulled down his boxer shorts as his engorged penis sprang out with such force that there was almost a little bit of whiplash, like a dart quivering in a dart board after being thrown with force.

Hanna giggled, "I guess you are ready." She moistened her fingertip with her tongue and ran it over her plump red lips. "I want you to run the tip of your finger gently over the tip of your penis so you can feel it and no more ... does that feel good, I bet it feels like my tongue."

Suddenly feeling brave, Gregor said "Can you lift up your skirt and slide your panties to the side? I want to see if you're wet." She did, and she was.

She continued to guide him through masturbating, simultaneously fingering herself and rubbing her clit with her right hand and squeezing her breast and nipples with the left. At her prompting he imagined he was inside her.

He got more excited and started breathing rapidly. Hanna pulled her right leg to one side, and pulled her velvety pussy lips open. He hadn't thought he could get any harder but he was wrong as his penis became even more engorged and he started stroking more rapidly.

Hanna was obviously turned on by her effect on him and they were both getting close now. "I'm nearly there", Hanna gasped, "I want you to come inside me." Gregor let go, his orgasm freeing itself in creamy spurts. When Hanna saw this she too began to cum, her eyes falling backward in her head, her gorgeous face suddenly flush with blood and sensuality.

As they started to compose themselves and put their clothes back on Gregor was just about to say something when another video chat window suddenly popped up. It was Amita, she had been here the whole time, her audio and webcam muted. "That was so hot!" she exclaimed.

Hanna looked like she had seen a ghost and immediately her window disappeared. Panic-ing Gregor followed hot on her heel, managing to a flustered "goodbye" as he did so.

For a few weeks after he logged on to the virtual quiz but Hanna never made a reappearance. He guessed she was shy after all!