We met while online in a local chat room. We asked each other the standard “ASL” and found that we were both in the San Antonio area. He told me his name was Jay and I said that my name was Amanda. He was 6’ 6”, 230lbs, sandy blonde hair and hazel/brown eyes. He had only a neatly trimmed mustache and wore glasses. I told him that I was 5’ 6”, about 185lbs, had brown shoulder length hair and that my eyes were blue and green. We spent several hours over the next few days getting to know each other talking through instant messenger. I knew he didn’t have a picture of himself to send me, nor did he have a web cam. But after I got to know him, I felt comfortable sending him a few pictures and also turning my web cam on for him. When I referred to these times with my best friend, I called them our “cam dates”.
Jay was such a romantic man. I knew this from the way he talked to me. He was open with me about being married. As I was with him about having a husband. He told me he loved his wife, but things were not as he wished they could be sexually. I admitted to him that I had lost nearly all my love for my husband due to the emotional upheaval he kept me in. We disagreed on everything. I told Jay of my hopes for a divorce in the future.
Jay and I talked about trying to meet in person. I occasionally went out with some friends of mine to a country and western dance bar and thought it may be a good chance to meet him. Unfortunately he had no way of letting me know ‘til I got on the computer to talk to him the next day that issues had come up at home and he spent part of the evening on the phone, and the next part of the evening trying to get over a headache, so he was not able to join me and my friends for the evening.
He promised to make it up to me. The opportunity finally arose, when on a Saturday afternoon, we made plans to see a movie and to have lunch after ward. It was great. I finally got to see what a handsome man he was. He was also such a gentleman. I couldn’t remember when the last time was that I had been treated so gently. He never made a real pass at me. He would gently touch his hand to the small of my back as we walked down the hall to the theater room that was showing the movie we had decided on. We held hands during the movie. And during lunch we kept constant eye contact from across the table as we talked comfortably.
After that afternoon, our cam dates became a little more interesting. I began to reveal a little more than just my face or my choice of clothes of the moment. I would put my children to sleep for the night, then slip on my pajamas or a silky nightie and we would talk ‘til either one or the other of us had to go to sleep. The conversation sometimes would eventually become sexual. Talking of how things could be between us. I admitted to him that I had tried anal sex before and that I thoroughly enjoyed it. He said he had never tried, but would like to. We fantasized over many scenarios. One of our mutual favorites was a shower scene.
I really enjoyed the time Jay and I had to talk online. While we talked of how we would make love to each other, we would become so sexually aroused that we would have to masturbate to relieve the tension. Jay loved it when I would undress for him on my cam. He would ask me to bare my large breasts and play with my nipples while he stroked his large cock. My nipples would get hard just trying to imagine him lying in bed stroking his cock. Jay also loves my fair skinned ass, especially when I am wearing a thong.
Jay asked me if I had any toys that I use to help when I need to take care of my sexual needs on my own. I told him that yes, I do. We talked about how he may some day use them on me. We also talked of ideal foods that could be brought into a wonderful round of sex. We decided we would like to take turns eating chocolate syrup, whipped cream and cherries off of each other. I told Jay that I would love to feed him chocolate covered strawberries.
We discussed him coming over some night before he had to return home. His time in San Antonio was soon coming to an end. My husband is a truck driver, so it was not too complicated of an idea to pull off. We agreed that we would enjoy having sex, but that if it didn’t happen because either of us was too shy or nervous, that would be okay and that we would just enjoy each other’s company.
I put the kids to bed, showered, put on my make up, and dressed as I told him I would. I wore a blue sweater, a white bra, blue plaid skirt that was above my knees, a white thong and my white thigh high stockings. My heart was racing while I waited for him to show. Finally the knock at the door came.
I quietly opened it to allow him into my home. There he stood, in his bomber style jacket, black T-shirt and blue jeans. First thing he said was, “hi baby”. I smiled (I loved it when he called me that) and said hi back. He took me into his arms for a hug and asked me how the kiddos were. I told him that all three were doing fine and that they were all asleep.
I led him further into the living room so that we could sit down on the couch side by side. We talked idle chat for a while between scenes of the movie I had on the television. Jay laid his hand on my stocking clad knee and lightly stroked it with his thumb as we talked. I was leaning up against the side of Jay’s chest, with my left hand on his knee while he held my right hand with his left. He gently took my chin in hand and pulled my lips to meet his for our first kiss.
His lips were so soft and gentle on mine. I just melted into him. Jay caressed my cheek as our tongues tasted each other. A low moan escaped me and slowly traveled up my throat. I broke the kiss to throw my head back with my eyes closed. I felt Jay kissing along my jaw line and up to my ear.
Shivers of arousal raced throughout my body. My hand caressed the side of his face, feeling how smooth his cheek was since he’d just shaved before coming over. His hand slowly moved down from my face to my breast, gently stroking the nipple through my sweater and bra. I brought my lips back to his to meet in a kiss once again.
I felt his hand slide from my breast to the bottom hem of my sweater. Slowly, inch, by inch, up under my shirt, across my stomach his hand roamed ‘til it reached my breast. His large, warm hand covered my bra, encased breast. I softly moaned my approval.
As Jay was gently fondling my breast, I let my hand slowly roam from his face to the zipper of his jeans. I opened my hand to fully feel his erection through his jeans. His kiss increased in intensity; our heads moving from side to side, from one direction to another to kiss harder. Expressing through our kissing our increasing need to feel each other skin to skin; to make love.
