Sometimes Erin seemed flirty, but I chalked that up to her outgoing nature and how much she enjoyed seeing my reaction when she said something outland...sh.It would never have happened in an office. There are lines you don’t cross with co-workers. But Erin lived in a different country. With no chance of ever meeting and only talking in private chats somehow made it easier to open up.~~~~Two nights later it happened again. Erin’s video popped up with a view of her empty apartment. Then in the. ”“Intriguing,” she said. “Well, I'm almost to baggage claim. I'll text you later.”I smiled and nodded, then set my phone beside me and opened up my lunch bag. I sat at one of the round tables in the breakroom, a bank of vending machines full of unhealthy junk food and soda nearby. My friend, Bob Miller, sat down, a fresh cup of coffee in hand. He was a tall guy, a touch of gray in his dark hair. He didn't have his usual cowboy hat on, probably left it in his classroom. He didn't look like a. My 7 inch cock looked tiny next to his black monster, and mine was already hard. He sniggered when he saw it.“What the fuck is that little white thing? Poor you! It’s ok though, I got a big black one here for you…”He straddled me, his legs clamped around my chest as I laid on the bed. He shuffled forward until his cock dangled right above my face. “You know you want to…” he said. I opened my mouth and he leaned forward, his floppy cock finding its way into my awaiting mouth. Straight away, it. When we returned to our cabin, after finishing our meal and chatting with some of the other passengers, it was dark and we found that our beds had been made up. There was also a tray, holding a flask of hot water, milk and drink sachets, on the window table and we decided to have a cup of tea and watch the lights flash by before retiring for the night. We were well out in the country and, since lights were few and far apart, it didn't take long to get bored and decide to 'call it a day'.I went.