Virtual Meeting Room Creampie Fantasy Kiss with Busty Programmer

I am Taka, a freelance coder. I lead a daily life of remote work unaffected by seasons. Today, as usual, I logged into the virtual meeting room. The screen glows faintly, and a subtle electronic sound echoes from the headset. It's daytime, but in this seasonless digital space, I can't feel the outside air. Only the pale blue light from the monitor illuminates the room. Today's meeting is bug fixing work with AI programmer Zara. I've met her in the previous project, but I don't know her real face. It's a relationship only through the screen.

The virtual meeting room is a simple white space with Zara and me seated across a table as avatars. My avatar wears a standard suit while hers is slightly casual. Her voice comes through the speaker. "Taka, ready? This AI learning algorithm bug is tricky, isn't it?" Her voice is low and slightly husky. On screen, her face shows black hair in a ponytail and sharp eyes behind glasses. But what draws the eye most is her chest. The white blouse is stretched tight, and her large breasts sway softly with each breath. Even though it's virtual, the real-time video transmits every nuance of her breathing. I swallow hard. For me, directing such a gaze brings a twinge of guilt.

"Yeah, let's start by checking the code. This loop seems to be running infinitely." I maintain a calm facade while typing. The shared screen displays the code, and I can imagine the sound of Zara moving the mouse with her fingers. Her fingertips are slender and pale. What would it feel like to touch them? Such a fantasy crosses my mind. The work proceeds smoothly, but my concentration wanders. Every time her breasts sway on screen, my gaze is drawn in. She seems aware, occasionally leaning forward. "Shall we change this? Watch." The blouse stretches further, deepening the cleavage. The illusion of her sweat-dampened skin scent drifts across the screen. No, it shouldn't be possible. Yet the headset carries her moist breathing, brushing against my neck.

After working since morning, fatigue builds. When I suggest a break, Zara smiles. "Heh, Taka, you're concentrating too hard. Let's relax a bit." Her lips move on screen, reddish and with a moist sheen. What would a kiss taste like? Suddenly that fantasy surfaces. I quickly look away, but it's too late. Zara's voice turns sweet. "Hey, virtual meeting rooms are surprisingly intimate, aren't they? Even through the screen, I feel close to your face." Her avatar rests elbows on the table and leans in. My heart pounds. The high video resolution lets me see the flicker in her eyes. Her dark pupils capture me.

"Zara, what...?" My voice rises. She chuckles. "Imagine it. If this screen could be touched, could we kiss? A virtual kiss." The words coil around my ears like sticky honey. I catch my breath. For me, such words are explosive. Staring at the screen, Zara's lips part slowly. "Mwah... imagine that." Her breath hits the mic, producing a wet sound. Heat builds in my groin. The fantasy swells. Her large breasts press against my chest with a soft sensation. Lips meet and overlap. Tongues entwine, and the taste of saliva is sweet and tart.

Work is forgotten. Zara's voice continues. "Imagine more. Don't you want to touch my breasts? Reach out across the screen." She gestures by touching her own chest. The blouse wrinkles, outlining her breasts. I unconsciously reach out and touch the monitor. Cold glass. Yet in the fantasy it feels hot. Her skin is smooth and carries the scent of sweat. Her nipples harden against my fingers. "Ah, Taka, your hand is warm..." Her moans fill the virtual space. My arousal rises. My groin strains painfully. For me, this fantasy alone nearly brings release.

The scene accelerates. Zara's eyes gleam seductively. "Bug fixing stress builds up, right? Let's release it through imagination. Picture me straddling you, moving slowly. Your heat entering me... imagine the creampie." Creampie. The word shakes my mind. The virtual kiss transforms into an erotic vortex. Her large breasts sway and sink onto my hips in the fantasy. Wet sounds, mucosal friction. Her inner walls squeeze me as hot fluid overflows. Zara whispers, "Let it out, Taka. Everything deep inside me..." I can't hold back, breathing heavily and nearly exploding in my pants. In reality, I press a hand to my groin and drown in the imagined pleasure. Screen-bound suspense. Is she serious? Joking? Introspection torments me. Does this digital eroticism invade reality?

The climax arrives suddenly. Zara's face flushes and her breathing quickens. "Taka, are you excited? I am too. Let's meet offline. Make this fantasy real." The promise of a meeting. My heart explodes. My excitement peaks. I nod and murmur, "Yeah, I want to meet." The meeting ends and the virtual space vanishes. Only my ragged breathing and the monitor's residual warmth remain.

Days later, a real date. In the seasonless city, I meet Zara at a cafe. She wears glasses, lets her black hair down, and has an open-necked shirt. Her large breasts sway with real weight. Her scent reaches me, a faint perfume mixed with the sweet warmth of her body. "Taka, shall we continue the virtual part?" Her lips approach. A real kiss. Soft and moist. Tongues entwine and flavor spreads. The salty taste of saliva, the heat of her breath.

The date moves to a hotel. Zara's skin exceeds the fantasy. Smooth and hot. The feel of her large breasts in my hands, the hardness of her nipples. Her moans echo by my ear. "Creampie me, Taka. In reality." I shed my inexperience and sink into her. The pleasure of her grip, the heat of friction. The explosive creampie. Fluid overflows, wetting her inner walls. The scent of sweat, the mingled taste of bodily fluids. We bask in the afterglow. From digital to reality, the fantasy has borne fruit in an equal relationship.

With my face buried in her breasts, I think. This encounter is an eternal bond that began with a virtual kiss. In the seasonless space, we build a new world together.