We'd met probably two years ago, online, in a chat room for people over 40. I'd been one of the regulars for over 6 months when he showed up one night. It was a neat place to go and talk to people my own age. And boy did we talk. Every subject under the sun, but mostly about sex. We played with each other on the public page or in private side conversations. The room had the atmosphere of a local pub. Someone was designated each evening to play bartender. A couple of us made it a point to welcome everyone that came online....like we were the host or hostess for the evening. We always tried to include the new comers in on the general conversations. More than often a story line would start and we'd all take on roles as it progressed.
People would come and go....some were asked to leave. Those guys or gals that were rude or abusive weren't appreciated, and once the regulars got wind of anyone bothering someone else...the entire room made it clear that their presence wasn't welcome anymore unless they behaved. Now don't get me wrong.....none of us really behaved. We all loved to flirt, throw out suggestive comments, and sometimes the reading got down right hot and humid on the public page. Personally I know a few guys that had a great time in the private side chats.....I made sure of it.....smile. But I digress from the story I want to share with you at this time. Back to the night he showed up in my life. We all took on nicknames in the room. Some of us knew each other's real names and we saved that for the private chats if we wanted to. Ranger came in and was having a hell of a time with his server kicking him out of the room. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence and we treated it like a revolving door at the bar's entrance. He was polite to all the ladies. A quality we appreciated in a newcomer. When he mentioned that he'd only had his computer for a few weeks and was totally new to the Internet, I sent him a private message and congratulated him in how well he was doing so far. Then I explained how the pm's worked. Well he was a quick learner in navigating the chat rooms features and before long we were chatting away throughout the rest of the evening. When he left, he thanked me for all the help and said he'd be coming back to see the 'room' again. I just smiled at him and said good night.
Over the next couple of months we talked many times. The room carried on with it's playing of the 'game' as we called it. More often than not during the course of the evening there would be sessions of group encounters going on. We were getting pretty good of telling each other what we'd be wearing, how the short skirts and tight tops would be coming off, what was or wasn't worn underneath. How long legs would wrap around waists. How slow sensual kisses would heat up into passionate sessions of love making. I wish I had been able to save some of the stories we created in our minds and on the screens those evenings. What we wrote for each other's viewing fueled a lot of hands-on playing at each of the terminals we were working from. If only we could have met in person, we'd have had one hell of a party.
I think the one thing that I discovered about myself during that time, was the fact I could pick up on people's moods easily through the conversations. That's what bothered me one night when Ranger showed up. I could tell something was wrong, even though he was still putting a few messages out on the public page. I finally sent him a private message and asked him outright what was the problem. After a little coaxing, he finally admitted there would been an accident at work that day and he couldn't sleep for thinking about it. Well the chat room wasn't a place to talk at great detail, so we switched to one of the instant chat message systems we both had on our computers. We said goodbye to the room and sat down to talk alone.
Maybe I've got a knack I'm totally unaware of, but he opened up that night and talked for a couple of hours and I listened. I got the full description of the accident, what his work was all about, what his home life was all about, what his lack of respect and love from his spouse was all about, what his family background was all about....everything....and I listened. I'd ask the right questions at the right moments and more doors would open up. We compared experiences. I gave him a shoulder to lean on when he needed it. I discovered I really liked this guy and what he stood for. But like all my previous encounters with the opposite sex on here. I held my own information closely. I wanted to make sure that with time his stories stayed the same. I didn't need to deal with someone that couldn't be honest with me. The only way to do that was to just keep listening and wait and see. For some reason though, my gut reaction that night was he was telling me the truth from the start. I still hesitated.
When he finally was talked out and thought he could go to sleep, I gave him a 'virtual hug and a kiss on the cheek' and said good night. We'd made arrangements to meet in the room again in a day or two. Well that was the beginning of meeting nearly every night to talk. Usually in the chat room for a few minutes, then on our own through the messaging system we used. As time went on his stories held true, we exchanged more information, more dreams, more likes and dislikes and being the person that I am (horny as hell most of the time) we got into cybersex online. I loved it. There's nothing more exciting than getting someone so damn hot on here that you know they're stroking themselves as they read about what you'd like to be doing to them if you were sitting face to face in the same room. We discovered that we both like a long session of foreplay that allowed us time to explore our partners body.......expeditions that included our hands, our mouths and the rest of our bodies....taking all the time in the world to find all the buttons that turn each other on. And man could he turn me on!!!!.
We set the mood for that first session by describing a secluded cabin in the woods. Pine trees surrounding the house, hiding us from the world we normally lived in. A romantic fire filling the room with soft light and warming the beginnings of the evening's chill, greeted us when we arrived. Taking turns at describing what was in the room, we created a love nest to die for. Soft carpeting on the floor, leather chairs and couch, low tables, bar chairs, king sized bed, whirlpool and shower......our fantasy place had all the things we needed to discover each other's delights. As our cybering evolved we were not only describing to each other how we'd slowly undress the other person....we were undressing ourselves in the privacy of our computer rooms.