“Now touch your nipples,” he commanded.
As she gently twisted the tips, a throaty moan murmured from within and her hands shook as the tension caused her to shiver. She typed again that she’d obeyed and there was a short pause.
“This isn’t the way it should be,” he typed. He told her it wouldn’t be this way if they met in person. His words were direct and made her wonder what it would be like if he were there with her.
“Then tell me what you’d do if you were here,” she answered.
“Don’t type,” he said. “Just do what I ask.”
His words seemed more relaxed and she complied. He asked her to open her nightshirt and take her underwear off. Every word made her feel so sensual, so overtly erotic. She sat there, surprised. Her hands glided across her breasts and up the sides as she read his words, as if it was his hands touching her. An image of him was in her head, gently stroking the skin around her nipples. Her reflection in the wall mirror glowed from the monitor and she saw her body in a totally different way. Her fingers trembled as she tried to free her emotional boundaries enough to touch her pubis as if it were him. The wetness and heat between her labia was intense. An abundance of tormenting feelings filled her as she did as he asked. She slid her finger between the lips but not inside. The slick, smooth flesh reacted like butter melting as she pictured his mouth licking her sweltering pussy. She blinked a few times trying to clear her sight as he asked her to put her leg on her desk and open herself to the screen so he could virtually see her womanly mound as they explored. This increased her stimulation.
As if he knew her thoughts, he asked if she had a toy. She’d already opened the bottom desk drawer and the box she used to hide the vibrator from her husband. The shimmer of the vibrator’s shaft and the way she caressed it was the same way she appreciated the shaft of her husband’s dick. That and her liking of giving oral sex was beginning to make her hunger for the taste of him. He told her to turn it on and massage her nipples with it. As she did, the slow humming vibrations sent signals down her torso to her already exposed clit. He’d taken over her mind and freed her, making this crazy situation seem real.
Her body was so alive and so in tune with him. The rhythms of her soul were like an instrument and he was playing it perfectly. She opened her legs wide and slid the vibrating shaft inside herself. A lingering tightness was still there, caused by her fear of being this open with someone. The mystery of his face and the journey into the unknown world of cybersex made everything new. She was a virgin experiencing everything again. Hopefully it would be better than her first sexual experience, which had lasted all of 15 seconds when Billy shot his load all over her prom dress, making it stick to her hip all night.
Her hand jerked as the tip of her toy pressed her cervix. The slow hum sped up as she withdrew it and slowed as the length plunged inside her tightening cavern. The slow pulsing throb of her need made the vibrator almost seem alive. She glanced at the screen, straining to keep her eyes open despite the intense pleasure she felt. His words guided her. She left the toy buried within and moved her hands along her abdomen and up to her breasts. The shimmer of her sweat made the smooth skin seem like silk. Her nightgown was open all the way and her hands were touching her sides as she imagined him there with her. She reached for the humming toy inside of her pussy and began the slow motions of lovemaking, picturing his cock pushing deeper and deeper inside the inferno burning between her legs. She couldn’t even watch everything he typed because the moment of passion swept her up and took her. She glanced at the screen and read him telling her to picture him slamming hard into her. This was a fantasy melding with reality as she grasped her breast and pushed it up, licking the tip of her nipple, thrusting the vibrator faster and in a circling motion so it would rub her engorged clitoris. She threw her head back as he begged her to fuck him. The experience took a whole new meaning as she envisioned him holding her hands down and slamming into her deep and hard.
Her mind spun as she threw her head back, squeezed her nipple and felt her pussy squeeze the toy as her orgasm flooded her with a tidal wave of release. Sweating, she came again and the pulsing of the muscles made her feel spent and desperately relaxed. The humming had stopped when she set the toy on her computer table and stared at it. The glisten of her juices made it shimmer.
That was the beginning. It all led her to this moment—a sordid meeting in a downtown hotel—the dim room with the flashing, flickering light from the neon vacant sign.
She knew the way she used her tongue to follow the line of the hot vein along the underside of his cock made him crazy. Their “cyber” experiences would never be enough again after having him in the flesh. From the depths of her heart and body she would ache for more of this burning desire and a lust for his sex.
As the slight taste of his juice seeped from the tip she almost devoured him whole, taking the entire length down her throat. The scent of his cologne intertwined with the scent of his sweat from the heat of their experience. His hand rested on the back of her head and his fingers combed the strands of her hair as her lips pulled the skin back slowly, sucking the essence from his body. She gasped and he pulled at her hair almost begging her to finish him and free him from this building pressure. She gasped and again thrust him deep into her mouth, furiously tugging at the base with her hand as if milking the fluid from within his loins. She knew he was close. His stomach flexed and the tension in his legs made his toes curl as he moaned and erupted in her mouth. Again and again he freed the fluids from deep within his testicles and her mouth took all but a small trickle down the side of his shaft as she slowly pulled her mouth away. She kissed the side of his cock and watched the fluids still dripping as he throbbed.
This was ecstasy; this was pleasure. She had finally crossed the line. She’d become the woman she thought was lost. Arriving at the hotel, she knew she couldn’t betray her husband like that. She knew how much they loved each other and that he would never do anything like this either. Until she went into the hotel bar to meet him, and she s
aw her husband sitting in the designated booth. After the initial shock and disbelief, they sat there for what seemed like forever and talked about how things had reached this junction. Why were they even thinking about meeting someone else? He used to make her feel wonderful, loved, but life had taken its toll on them. Kids, work, time, until life’s basic needs took over their own.
*****
Her head lay on his chest and his hand slowly caressed her skin. The long strands of hair whisked across her face as the wind blew in from the window. Was she wrong to need this closeness and the feeling of completeness?
Tears fell as she climbed on top of him and kissed his lips gently. She fell in love again. It had been a long time since she’d held him like this. In that instant she was 18 again. She’d met her husband and their lives were just beginning. Their passion was unparalleled and the way they made love was almost unearthly. Every time was the first time. After all the years and all the changes, it took a meeting on the Internet to find that spark again. What she told that stranger about, and the feelings she had were being told to the man of her dreams. The man she had married 10 years ago. He too had felt lost in this life they had made. As time had passed, they’d forgotten how magical their love was. And talking, as if to a stranger, had made them open up.
The First Date (Peter and Susan Part 2)
Peter finally decided hiding his relationship with Susan was impossible and wrong. Their chemistry was so obvious it was uncanny. Besides, she drove him absolutely crazy with her intense sensuality.
They had decided to enjoy a nice dinner and a movie so they could really get to know each other. So far their relationship had been almost totally based on sex…well okay…entirely based on sex. For this date they set some ground rules so that it would be more like a regular date, just like they’d never met.
After much complaining and begging on Peter’s part, the rules agreed on were:
1. No sex.
2. The object of this date is to get to know each other so it is important to follow rule number 1.
3. Topics discussed can be about the past and other relationships, but try to keep it clean. (See rule 1.)
Peter went to Susan’s beachfront apartment to pick her up. There was a wonderful view of the ocean and the breeze brought the smell of the sea rushing in. She strolled out from the bedroom wearing a thin sundress that hugged her body like another layer of skin. The light from behind her showed through her dress and he could see she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.
Baseball, think baseball. He kept saying to himself, trying to remember the rules.
Susan stepped onto the balcony and gazed out over the beach. “What do you think of the view?” she asked. Peter adjusted his pants as he looked at her. The wind was blowing her dress against her and the cold air made her nipples rise under the fabric. Baseball, think baseball. Peter kept repeating in his head as he walked out to Susan and leaned on the railing and gazed at her seeing a gleam and radiance in her eyes as she smiled and looked back at him.
Susan hooked her arm in Peter’s and rested her head on his shoulder. They stood out on the balcony and watched the sunset. It looked as if the sun melted into the ocean water and the darkened blue sky took over, making it night. “We better get going dear,” Peter said not wanting to leave this beautiful moment.
In the car Peter had a romantic compact disc playing to set the mood. Throughout the ride to the restaurant they made small talk about former jobs, relationships and life in general. Neither one of them would remember it tomorrow; their minds were elsewhere.