Brenda is an attractive but shy and lonely woman of thirty-two. She has been divorced for six months now. Even though there are bars where she could go and meet someone, she is not into the bar scene. She had over heard a couple of co-workers talking one day about internet chat rooms. She thought that might be a good way to have someone to at least talk to and relieve some of her boredom.
She had gone home that night and searched the internet for chat rooms. She was surprised to see that there were so many. How would she ever pick one? Closing her eyes, she moved her mouse and simply clicked. She just sat and watched the other chatters for a few minutes. They all seemed to know each other so well, she felt like she was intruding on private conversations so she closed the chat box. Going back to the search page, she just went down the list and clicked on several, going in to check them out for a few minutes.
After going into about ten different rooms, she gave up for the night. Some she had felt that she had nothing in common with the people who were chatting, others, though secretly intrigued with the topic of discussion; she was too shy to join in. Some were just down right disgusting to her. She decided to try again the following night.
At work the next day, her mind had played back one chats see had watched. She wasn't very sure what they had been talking about but knew its basis had to do with sex. Some of the peoples' screen names had the word 'Master' in front of it, some 'Sir'. That had stirred something deep within her. She gone into all of the chats as a quest and knew that she could sign up using any name she chose.
That evening, she returned to the site with the 'Masters' and 'Sirs'. She decided to sign up for the chat site. She paused and thought for a few moments about a screen name. She wanted something that fit her; she finally decided that since lately she tended to brood a lot she would use 'stormy' as her screen name.
After signing in to the chat room, it wasn't long before a few people said hello to her. She hesitated a bit before saying hello back. At first, she was hesitant to say anything about herself. She thought that they would think she was silly or stupid. Then someone by the screen name of 'Master Challenger' began speaking to her.
For some reason, she felt comfortable talking with him. He asked her if she would like to speak privately since he could tell that she was nervous and unsure talking in a public chat room. She thought that would be nice but didn't know how to have a private chat. He explained the process to her, she followed his instructions, and they began chatting privately.
She felt so at ease talking with him that she hadn't realized that it was way past the time she normally went to bed. When she saw the time, her only thought was that it was a good thing she didn't have to go to work the next day. Around three o'clock in the morning they decided to get offline, both agreeing to talk again.
As she lay in bed, unable to sleep due to the strange excited feeling in her belly, she thought back over their conversation. She had somehow managed to tell him all sorts of things about herself. How old she was, what she looked like down to her exact measurements. She had also told him about her divorce, how her husband had left her for someone whom he said could and would give him what he needed. This had puzzled her, as he had never told her what it was that he needed. They had been together for twelve years. When he had asked her about the kinds of things that she like to do sexually, she was at a loss as to what to say. She really didn't know what she liked as all her ex-husband had done was practically spread her legs, hump her a few times and then gone to sleep.
She was surprised at how openly she discussed her sex life or lack there of with him. Though she was alone, she could feel her face turning red in the darkness of the room.
Some of the things he told her about that he liked to do, startle her, some disgusted her, yet at the same time had sent chills down her spine. He had explain the Dominant/submissive lifestyle to her, explaining that he was as Dom, which is why he had the word 'Master' as part of his screen name. She had felt herself getting wet as he talked, though she didn't tell him that. That just seemed too personal to her.
She finally went to sleep wondering what it would feel like to have a man like him fuck her. What would it feel like to have his cock buried deep in her ass or mouth? Instead of the disgust she had felt earlier, she felt shivers of excitement travel through her to settle in her stomach.
Over the next two months, she talked with 'Master Challenger' often. She gave him her phone number after about six weeks. The first night he called her, his voice had her stomach doing flips. The warmth in her stomach spread to other parts of her body as she listened to him.
He would call her sometimes just to say hello and ask how her day went. At others, he would tell her of some of the things he would like to do to her were they to ever meet. He told her that his real name was Lowell and she told him her name was Brenda. He asked her if she would willingly submit to him and be his sub. She replied that yes, she would willingly submit to him but wondered how it would work without them actually being together.
He explained that he would tell her either online or over the phone what he wanted her to do and she was to do it. She was to tell him what she was feeling or how she liked it. He told her that he wanted her to get a web cam so that he could watch her. She was reluctant but agreed.
The next day after work, she had stopped at a local computer store and picked up a web cam. Though reluctant, she could feel the excitement building within her and could hardly wait for him to come online. She installed the web cam but had no way of checking out if he could really see her until he came online.
That evening, while online, he asked if she had done as he told her. She said that she had. He told her to turn the cam on, stand up away from it so that he could watch her as she stripped for him.
She did as he said, feeling slightly embarrassed as she stripped in front of the cam. For a moment, she worried if anyone else was watching as she removed her clothing.
Feeling that this was a big step for her, he did not have her do anything else other than to sit back at her computer and just become comfortable sitting there naked in front of him.
Each night for the next two weeks, he would have her do something else. One night it was to touch her breast for him, then to pinch or twist one of her nipples while they chatted. At the end of the two weeks, he had her lying on her bed, fucking herself with a cucumber for him.
He called her the next day and thanked her for cumming for him with the cucumber. Then he told her that he wanted to meet her in real life. They decided to make this first meeting a public one out of safety concerns. She had told him that she would try to get there early so he would not have to wonder if he had followed her directions correctly. She had described her vehicle to him so that if he did not see her right away at least he would know that she was there.
They chose the park thinking that there would be other people there, but with no one near enough to over here them. Surprisingly, for such a beautiful day, there was no one about but her. She sat on a park bench within sight of her car though there was a row of short hedges between her and it.
While sitting there in the sun with the slight breeze occasionally stirring her hair, she closed her eyes to thoughts of her conversations with him online. Smiling softly to herself, she thought of how much easier it is to say some things through a computer. Had she already known him or already met him, she would have been too embarrassed, but now they are out of the way. He knows her deepest most private fantasies, her fears, her desires. Lost in thought, she never heard the car pull up and stop.
When he pulled his car to the curb and saw her sitting there, he had to look up towards the sky. Not a storm cloud anywhere but he knew that there was one coming and it was almost ready to break. Looking back at her as he opened his door, he thought how wonderful and at home she looked. Her screen name did indeed fit her, but not for the reasons she thought. She caused storms to build within him every time they chatted or talked on the phone. When he had first seen her with her web cam, he had known that he would have to meet her in person.
He quietly closed his door not wishing to disturb her and take this moment from her. Slowly, he walked over to her, being careful not to cast a shadow across her face. As he stood in front of her, the storm with in him broke, he could not wait to hold her in his arms and take all that she had offered online. He was hoping that now that they were actually together, the offer still stood.
She opened her eyes slowly; not wanting to leave the warmth those conversations brought her just yet. When she did finally open her eyes, he was standing in front of her. Was he here or just a hallucination from her thoughts? It felt as though butterflies were flitting around in her belly. She felt herself becoming wet and a heat was growing between her legs. If this was a hallucination, it was a damn good one. With her knees quivering a bit, she stood to find out if he is real or hallucination.
He enclosed her in his arms as she stood, dispelling any thoughts of him being a hallucination. Tilting he head back to see his face, their mouths met in a heated kiss. Her hands gripped his chest through his shirt as their mouths hungrily ate at each other. As the kiss continued, she moved her hands up behind his head weaving her fingers in his hair as she pulled his mouth tighter against her own, causing her own lips to bruise.
His hands had also encircled her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. As they broke the kiss, they let their hands travel over the other's body, feeling the clothing the other wore keeping them from what they both wanted.
Without conscious thought, they began to undress one another. Not paying attention as buttons popped loose or to the sounds around them. With their clothing now scattered about them on the ground, they let their hands roam over each other, feeling muscles tense and jump at the various touches.
As one of his hands found her breasts, the other found the source of the growing heat and wetness she felt earlier. His hands simultaneously teased and tortured her nipples and pussy.
