I’ve been chatting to a few guys online lately, but there’s one in particular who I really like. You can tell straight away if you have a connection with another - online or in person. It can come in a variety of ways, but when it happens you know and it makes you want to see, talk and be with the person more and more.
And so it was with Dan. I can’t remember who ‘picked up’ who first, but almost immediately after our initial polite introductions, something in the way he flirted with me, his humour, his talent with his typing, all got me instantly hooked, and a little excited a lot earlier than anyone previous.
He was funny and charming, a little flirty, only slightly suggestive, and not overly ambitious. Now I must say here, and don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I love it when someone comes into chat hard and fast and says straight up that they’re horny, hard, hot and above all want to make me wet - but unlike guys, us girls don’t feel that way “all” the time! Sometimes we like to talk first, be wooed into the conversation slowly, have our egos petted gently, before we get down and dirty with the smut and sex!
However, the first night with Dan, I was actually feeling “in the mood”. We established early on that we were both in this chat room tonight for some fun - for some down right dirty, hot and sexy cyber fun - and that was it. No more. No strings. Nothing serious. Just fun. We knew how we both wanted to end the night - smiling and satisfied!
And that’s the way it started. It was fun, it was great fun! We cybered every time we met, which was almost every night. We virtually fucked each others brains out, each of us bringing ourselves and the other to some of the most incredible orgasms through our smutty, provocative, tantalising talk to each other.
Oh the things Dan said he was doing to me online, the things he said he would do to me, could do to me, wanted to do to me should we actually be physically in the same room. Dan spoke with a maturity and of obvious experience. He talked like he knew how to treat and touch and please a woman. If he actually performed like he talked, he would have been a sexual god and I would have worshiped him till the end of my days. As it was, he had me wet from beginning to the end of every session.
After only two weeks of exceptionally excellent cyber, I started to want more. I didn’t want to say anything, not wanting to sound too needy, but evidently I need not have worried. Dan was the one who suggested we meet, for real, in person. Apparently I was driving him wild, apparently he had had enough cyber too, that it wasn’t nearly as good as he imagined the ‘real thing’ would be. Apparently his dick throbbed as soon as he saw I was online, and apparently his orgasms were among the strongest he had ever had.
I loved the idea, but there was a problem of distance. Dan was desperate, and said he would work on the issue, he would bring us together and it would be soon.
In the meantime, he started sending me raunchy emails during the day which complimented our continued conversations by night. His emails began to tell me of all the things he would do to me when we did finally meet. We went through various scenarios; dinner first or straight to the motel, should we try role-play, what about a mock up forced sexual encounter. We discussed what we’d be wearing, what we wouldn’t be wearing, what his favourite smells were, and mine.
We imagined what we would say to each other and how we would greet. A smile then a hug? A smile, hug then a kiss? A quick kiss on the cheek, or the lips? Dan said he didn’t think he’d have the self control to just peck me on the lips and told me not to be surprised if his lips locked with mine, his tongue forcing it’s way into my open mouth and seeking out my own, his arms wrapping tight around me pulling me closer, his chest up against my breasts. He said he would kiss me long and hard like this and that it would take my breath away - just telling me already did.
Dan told me he liked the idea of role-play too though. There was something mysterious and mischievous, something deceptive, and yet hot and erotic. I asked what he had in mind, he didn’t disappoint me. He suggested that we meet at an easy to find bar, and that I should get there first, and be sitting alone. Dan said I should order a drink and wait for him. He said he would find me, and come sit with me. He also said I should be wearing a dress, something sexy, but not be wearing any underwear.
He said that while we pretended to talk as if we didn’t know each other, that he would slowly, secretly, seductively, slip his hand under the table, glide it along my leg, and then slide it between my thighs. He told me I should resist, so he can then force my legs apart with his hand. I was not to make it easy for him, Dan said, but I shouldn’t make it impossible. I knew it would be harder for me to stop myself more than it would be to stop him!
Dan said that once he forced my legs apart, he would find his way easily inside. He suggested I shave for the occasion, I told him I already was. Dan said while we talked above the table, looking into each other’s eyes and sipping from our drinks, underneath the table he would be carrying out obscene motions with his hand on my crotch.
He told me one finger first, then a second would slide in slowly, he would keep it there for seconds and then slowly withdraw them. But not all the way. He said he would see me gasp and my eyes would flutter, but I was not to let on in any other way of our unraveling passion beneath. He said he would push his two fingers back inside me and keep them there while with his thumb, he would seek out my clit. Men generally have such big pads on their thumbs, I had told Dan that before, I had suggested to him that he should try using it on me, he agreed he would. And so, with his two fingers inside me, his thumb gently applying pressure on my clit, he would stare into my eyes, my eyes that would by now be desperately trying to hide my enjoyment.
Dan said at this stage, he would move closer to me, his face within inches of mine, his breath brushing my face. He said he wouldn’t say anything to me, but would just stare at me while he worked his magic on my pussy. He said I would have a hard time controlling myself in front of a room full of people, and that I would be desperate to moan, or throw my head back, to cry out or to spread my legs even wider underneath the table. He said he would be bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm right there in front of his face, and he would watch me. He would watch me as beads of sweat would begin to form on my forehead, he would watch me as tiny involuntary shudders coursed through my body, he would watch as a helpless gasp escaped from my lips, daring to betray our secret. Dan said he would have me now at a point where I no longer cared and indeed, would spread my legs open slightly more, and another finger would slide in. I would gasp again and he would apply more pressure, his thumb would gain momentum, and my eyes would glaze over. I would look at him with trembling lips and whisper, “You’re going to make me come”. Dan said he would smile and just in time, he would lean in and consume my lips in his wide open mouth, his tongue rammed down my throat, stifling the scream I would make as I came.
I wrote back to Dan that night, after I finished cleaning myself up, that he had better write me back soon with some good news about his travel arrangements. It had better be really soon!
to be continued…..
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