Please read part 1 first to understand the context of who Mary is and what she looks like and how Mark got to know her. Part 2 takes the relationship a step further.
Chapter 3 A surprise in an email
About an hour after ending our Skype call, I received an email from Mary. In it she apologised about having to leave me in a certain state of arousal and hoped i would forgive her and she promised that she would make it up to me very soon. by way of a further apology she had attached a photo of herself in the outfit from earlier. as a reminder, this was a royal blue knee length button down dress, but she had purposely left some of the buttons undone so her white basque was showing. To further enhance her sexiness, one hand was holding her dress higher, showing the tops of her lace stocking tops and a hint of the garter strap.
I quickly composed a reply saying that her apology was definitely accepted and if she wanted to share any more photos, i would happily receive them. Feeling like the cat that got the cream I then pressed send and wondered just where this online friendship / relationship would end up. A part of me hoped and wished for very naughty and fun things yet i realised this may not be possible as after all she was married and this was a risk for her.
Within minutes I received a further email from Mary. I couldn't help smiling when I realised there were attachments yet again. I scrolled through the series of photos from Mary, each one teasing me a little more than the one before. But of course that doesn't help you the reader, so I will try and describe each of the pictures for you.
As I mentioned earlier the initial photo was Mary in her blue dress and white basque.
On opening this email the first picture showed Mary's legs. A lovely pair of open toe shoes, showing her red painted toe nails through her white stockings.
The second picture was Mary sitting on her bed, once again the image showing her legs, but this time one leg was stretched out and the second was bent at the knee. Her dress had dropped from her knees to her upper thighs, and her lace topped stockings were visible. Pretty flower patterns adorned the lace and the straps of her garter belt were perfectly placed in the middle of her thigh. The white strap had the hint of a pretty pink flower on it.
Photo 3 was very simple. Mary was stood in her bedroom in front of a full length mirror. Her face was angled so that I couldn't see her, but what I could see was very sexy. Her hair swept down to just below her shoulder blades, and her dress was in the process of being lowered, held by her hands just above her waist. The back of her beautiful white basque was visible to me, and her tanned body looked amazing against it.
The message with the photos simply said enjoy these and hopefully you will share something in return. I quickly pulled down my jeans and took a photo of my pants, showing a rather unmistakable bulge. And before you ask, yes I did adjust the angle of my cock before taking the pic to make myself look even bigger. I hastily composed a response, attached the photo and sent it. As soon as I sent it I realised that I was Sexting, something I had thought I was too old and too sensible to do. How wrong I was.
Over the next few days in between chats with Mary, we both sent each other pictures, but we kept our faces hidden and never showed what was actually hiding beneath our underwear. The feelings I had on seeing I had a new email were similar to those experienced when I was first dating. There was anticipation, butterflies in the stomach and arousal whenever I saw I had a new email from Mary. Could things get even better than flirting with a married lady? Yes they could as I soon found out.
Chapter 4 Coffee
About a week after the first photos of Mary we were chatting as usual, and suddenly she asked "What are you doing this morning?"
"Chatting with you online hopefully" was my rather quick reply.
"Would you like to meet me for a coffee?" asked Mary
I almost fell off my chair on reading that. "Fuck yes" I replied, "Are you serious?"
"I'm always serious Mark. How about 11AM in John Lewis, Southampton"
"Sure thing" I replied, "but Mary how will I recognise you?"
"Trust me Mark, if you don't recognise my figure and hair, I will be very surprised. Plus I will also be in a beautiful floral dress and you know what my legs look like. Right Mark, I have to go and get dressed, see you at 11," and with that Mary logged off.
I checked myself in the mirror to make sure i was smart but casual and went downstairs. I got my car keys, phone and wallet and was off the driveway in record time. I got to John Lewis early, at about 1045, and strolled around, looking at computers and tv's while glancing at the escalator to look for single women in a floral dress heading up to the coffee shop. There were 2 ladies that could have been Mary so I realised I better be careful with how I approached them. As I made my way up the escalator I realised Mary had mentioned her legs and I remembered she liked to wear an ankle chain, so at least now I could look out for that before saying "Hello."
I ordered my latte and walked around the seating area, spotted the first lady in a floaral dress but didn't see an ankle chain. As I kept walking the second lady came into view, and she had on a simple silver chain with small silver balls on it. I glanced up and saw her smiling at me as I approached. "Mary?" I asked, she nodded and I sat down.
"I saw you noticed my ankle chain" she said with a laugh.
