A Second Life

We sit, just a few feet apart, on the golden sand, looking out at the glass-like sea, which is shimmering, reflecting the red sun as it sets in a pink sky. She is, I have learned, Australian. She is exquisitely beautiful - slim, tanned skin and short black hair - reminding me of the young Elizabeth Taylor. The revealing black bikini she wears, only adds to the effect. So when I say, 'I love the view here,' I'm not only talking about the scenery.

'Ditto,' she says. I am hoping she means the same thing.

Behind us, is her beach hut. It's on bamboo stilts and I expect it's beautifully furnished inside. The main feature will be the bed.

All the beach houses are like that here.

I too, am only wearing my swim attire, which is more than many of the people, also beautiful that occasionally walk past wear. This a resort that encourages nudity.

We have known each other for barely half an hour.

There is a pause. Then she says, 'do you ever take those sunglasses off?'

I reply, 'I do. For one thing in particular.'

She says, 'would you like to have sex with me?'

I say, 'yes please.'

She stands. Her bikini, literally melts off her, revealing one of the most perfect bodies I have ever seen. Her nipples, small and brown are standing proud, her mound a perfectly shaped triangle of black hair. She turns and walks towards the beach hut.

'Wow,' I say. I stand, ogling her beautiful back, bottom and shapely legs and follow her, as she climbs the wooden steps up to the hut.

We enter. She lays down on the bed and says 'I'm looking forward to this.'

I lay down with her, put my arms around her and we kiss...

Of course, none of this is real.

We're in an on-line virtual world called Second Life. The beautiful scenery is made of pixels and the bodies - hers and mine - are avatars and by using a pulldown menu, we're able to manipulate the animation of them, so we are able to have virtual sex with each other.

It's lovely to watch and very arousing, but the real turn on comes from each of us using our words, which are displayed on the screen, below the unfolding scene as we type, in turn responding to each other.

'My lips find yours,' she says, 'I press against them tenderly and slide my tongue inside our mouth,'

I reply, 'I moan with pleasure as my tongue caresses yours. Press my lips against yours passionately. I slide one hand up your belly and caress your breast, squeezing and fondling. My heart is racing.'

From this point, it's going to get more heated. It's not long before we've manipulated the avatars so that mine is lying on top of hers, her legs and arms wrapped around me...

'I slide my cock inside you and begin to thrust in and out, slowly. It feels so warm and tight and wet.'

She replies, 'I groan audibly as your cock fills and stretches me.'

...and so on.

By the time we've finished. We've been in several different positions - or rather our avatars have - and we've both come, climaxed in the virtual world and in realife (or RL) as we call it (at least, we tell each other we have).

We bookmark each other's account as friends and arrange to meet on the same beach in Second Life the next day. It's quite something. She's in Australia as I said, I'm in the UK and yet, we can meet when we want, we can have sex. We both look like film stars. Everyone does. Oh and there's no commitment. While people may form attachments, no one is 'faithful'. Everyone can and does have sex with anyone they want to.

Sounds ideal, right?

Well... not quite.

For a start, virtual on line sex means you need both hands to type. Which means any physical stimulation or relief will have to wait until afterwards.

Yes, there is a voice application, so in theory you could do a form of phone sex with visual animated stimuli... but the sound quality is never great and, depending where the partner is, sometimes cuts out because of broad band issues, or there's a delay, so you'd be almost tempted to say 'over' when you've finished a sentence.

'I caress your breasts and kiss you. Over.'

Kind of makes it less arousing, don't you think?

Of course, you could type one-handed and masturbate. Again, not as easy it sounds when you're trying to respond immediately to your partner. And immediacy is what sex is all about, right?

So, what tends to happen is that you have (virtual) sex, get very turned on and then go off and see to yourself afterwards. Which, to my mind, is taking 'delayed gratification' a step too far. Besides, then you don't get to (pillow) talk to your partner. And I for one really like pillow talk.

And most importantly, there's no touch, or taste, or smell. The clue is in the word 'virtual'.

In this instance, in the beach hut, the sex, such as it is, has been really good...imaginative and intimate. We seem to click the pair of us. So rather than terminate the conversation so I can go off line and finish, I stay lying on the bed with her, so we can converse. We find out a little more about each other. Her on line handle is Carmen1564, so I ask her real name. It's Leah. She asks mine and from then onwards, more thoughts and intimacies are exchanged, so that we're developing the beginnings of a relationship. A virtual one. Actually, because we're both attached, this is the beginnings of less of a virtual affair. We agree to meet again... same time, same place, which we do, several times. And afterwards, there's more pillow talk. I'm really starting to like her.

'So when you say, you've cum in RL...be honest, you haven't really?' She asks me one day.

Again, we're lying on the bed, bathed in the aftermath of post coital bliss.

'No,' I admit, 'I mean, I'm really close sometimes. Incredibly turned on.'

'Me too.'

'And believe me, I'll be cumming later. And always with you in mind.'

'Ditto,' she says, 'but it's not exactly faking it is it?'

'No not exactly,' I agree, 'but it'd be hard to explain to someone who's never done it.'

'I do wish we could do it, In RL'

I can imagine her voice being a little wistful at this point.

'Me too,' I say. And I mean it, although there would be...well the avatars on the screen are fantasy versions of ourselves, right? Meeting someone in RL could well prove to be a bit of a disappointment. Besides, she's in Australia, I'm in the UK. It's not likely to happen anytime soon.

********

We are naked. Or rather our avatars are. She is straddling me, her hands upon my chest. Her breasts jiggle as she moves her pelvis back and forth, she is arching her back, her mouth is open as she cries out in pleasure.

I thrust upwards, moving with her. My hands reach up and squeeze her breasts.

A caption appears in the text box at the bottom of the screen.

'Carmen1654: Oh god, baby, fuck me!'

I am incredibly turned on. My cock is rock hard. My real one I mean. Of course so is the virtual one on the screen in front of me, although I can see it appearing and disappearing on the screen, in and out of her pussy as she rides me. I start to type.

'Me: Don't stop. I am so turned on right now in real.'

We've been at it for a while.

'Carmen1654: I love your cock inside me.'

I can feel my orgasm building as if I were really fucking her. Another caption appears in the text.

'Carmen1654: I want you in RL'

And it pushes me over the edge. Without touching it physically, my cock spasms and I feel a wave of ecstasy passing through by body and warm liquid spilling into my pants.

'Me: Oh god I just came. In Real.'

'Carmen1654: (smiles). I hoped you would.'

A button on the menu is pressed and suddenly our avatars are now facing each other on the bed.

She's typing again.

'Carmen1654: I knew I could make you cum in real.'

I type back.

'Me: I just wish I could make you cum in real too. I mean with us both being in the same room at the same time.'

There is a pause. And then a further caption appears on the screen in front of me.

'Carmen1654: Actually. You can. I will be in the UK for work. Next week.'

I'm taken aback. She's really going to be here. We could really do this. For a while the cursor on screen winks at me as I try to compose a response.

She beats me to it.

'Carmen1654: So...wanna fuck? In Real?'

I type back that I definitely do. Although of course, there is a worry. Whereabouts will she be? The UK's a big place. And the age old question, what if she doesn't like the way I look in real life? I'm not the muscled adonis my avatar is. That's the point of a virtual world - everything's a fantasy. I wonder if at least we should send each other pictures. I wonder how I should put this, because the obvious assumption is that I might not fancy her either.

I type...

'Me: Where will you be? Don't you want to see a photo of me first?'

There is a pause. Then...

'Carmen1654: I will be staying on the coast in Hampshire. And no. I think we should both take a punt on this. It's more erotic.'

Oh well, a punt it is. A leap of faith.

***********

It's a week later. I arrive at the railway station of a small Hampshire seaside town on a warm July day. I am so unbelievably nervous. I'm really doing this? Or am I? There's a chance I might see her and...well...maybe I won't find her attractive. There's also more of a chance she might see me and think the same. It's all I can think of as the cab drives through windy single track roads towards a line of bungalows in the sand dunes, facing the sea. It's not as tropical as our online paradise, I think as I step out and pay the driver, but it's pretty spectacular. So, what's the worst that can happen? We see each other, both think 'yuk' and I spend an awkward night on the couch listening to the sea, before catching a cab back to the station tomorrow morning.

I can hear the waves crashing on the shore as I climb some wooden steps to a little terrace, where there's a table and chairs. On the table is an ice bucket with a bottle of white wine in it. There are two fluted glasses beside it. The glass terrace doors are open. I don't know whether to knock, or shout a hallo.

Then she appears.

'I thought I heard the cab pulling up.'

I look round on hearing the Australian accent.

She is beautiful. I cannot describe how achingly beautiful she is. About forty years old. A real life version of her avatar. Tall, and slim, shoulder length black hair, almond face huge dark eyes, tanned skin, a pretty snub nose, full lips. She's wearing a figure hugging summer print dress with straps on that show her shoulders and just a hint of cleavage. The dress is red with white flowers. She's beaming a beautiful wide smile.

She must be aware of me gawping. She looks slightly awkward, but the smile doesn't fade.

'I know,' she says, 'I'm not sure what to say either.'

I blurt out, 'my heart's just started going like a jack hammer.'

She bursts out laughing.

'Okay,' she says recovering,'I guess we should start again. Hi. I'm...well, you know I'm Leah.'

'And you know I'm Pete. What do we do? Hug? Shake hands.'

She tilts her head to the side.

'I don't know. Maybe we save the first physical contact till a bit later. It'll be our first touch, right?'

I gulp inwardly. I wonder what that touch will be and the thought of touching her anywhere, or her touching me is seriously turning me on.

'Shall we sit? Wine?' she says, gesturing to the chairs. I nod gratefully and take a seat as she pours us each a glass of wine.

'Australian?' I say, indicating the wine.

'Of course,' she answers. She offers her glass towards me and there is the sound of crystal ringing.

'Cheers,' I say and take a sip.

'Well, this is...slightly out of my comfort zone, she says.

'You're not wrong there.' I say, 'but what a beautiful place.'

'Almost as beautiful as our on-line beach.'

'More so,' I say, 'this is real.'

She smiles gratefully and crosses her slim legs. I notice she's barefoot. She really is that tall.

'You own it? Or rent it?'

'Belongs to my work. I've told you I'm a photographer right? I'm doing a shoot down here for an advertising campaign. It occurs to me that she could do very well in front of the camera as behind it? She must have read my thoughts.

'So...' she asks carefully, 'will I do?'

I almost burst out laughing myself.

'Are you kidding me? You're-... I mean you must know how-...beautiful you are.'

'Thanks,' she says,'but I work with a lot of models. You'd be surprised.'

I take this in.

'I almost dare not ask what you think of me. First impressions-wise. In fact don't tell me. I'm quite aware I'm not exactly a matinee idol. Nothing like that avatar anyway'.

She grins and keeps silent.

Then she says.

'Actually my heart's going pretty strong too.'

I smile back, desperately grateful.

'I was planning all sorts of ways of greeting you.' she continues, 'I thought about waiting in bed for you, or draping myself on the sofa in some seductive position, but I thought...well, maybe I'd like to see you properly first.'

She's stroking the stem of her wine glass. Caressing it.

There's a pause as we watch the sea, lapping against the shore.

'I love this bit,' she says.

I look at her questioning.

'Where you both know what's going to happen. Just before it happens.'

I nod. I know exactly what she means. Although, the way my cock's hardening in my trousers I really hope it's going to happen soon.

She puts her glass on the table and stands.

'Come on,' she says, 'there'll be plenty of time for chatting later.'

Shakily, I put my glass on the table and follow her inside, through a tastefully furnished sitting room towards what is obviously a bedroom door. But I'm not concentrating on the furnishings. I'm concentrating on slinky sway of her body as she moves, on the pat pat pat of her bare feet as she moves across the tiles.

We enter the bedroom. She turns to face me, looking expectant. I step towards her so that we are almost toe to toe. Her face is at exactly the same level as mine. I can't help but smile. She smiles back and puts her hand to my face. The feeling is electric. Our first touch. I gently, cup her back, pull her towards me and tilt my head to the side as she tilts hers and we kiss. Her lips are warm and soft, she smells of baby oil. I our bodies rub up against each other, I can feel the outline of her breasts against my chest. The kiss is soft and gentle at first, but she opens her mouth wider and becomes more passionate, our tongues glide across each other and I can feel her breathing increase. I'm not sure whether it's my heart I can feel pounding or hers as we manouvre ourselves towards the bed. I lay her down gently still kissing, while I kick my shoes off. I slide my hand up the fabric of her dress, caressing her thigh, then her rib cage and finally her breast. As I massage I can feel it's fullness and softness, the swelling and hardening of her nipples. I note there's no bra. Leah responds with a little moan and increases the intensity of our kiss, her hands find their way to my back, stroking and massaging. I disengage from the kiss and start to kiss her neck.

'Lets get undressed,' she says, breathlessly. As I remove my clothing, I watch her doing the same. First the dress comes off over her head, to reveal those beautiful full breasts...I don't know what size...medium?... they're just so perfectly formed with small brown nipples. Then she kicks off her sandals and finally a small sheer pair of black panties. The perfect triangle of black hair at the top of her legs seems as inviting as the breasts do to me.

She glides down onto the bed, propping her head up with an elbow.

'Someone's excited then?' she grins.

She's not wrong. I'm very hard and erect.

'Can you blame me?' I ask as I slide onto the bed with her. We're facing each other. I gently push her shoulder so she's laying face upwards and start to kiss her neck, one hand cupping and stroking her belly. I kiss downwards so that my face is between her breasts, moving across, my mouth then covering one nipple, while squeeze and fondle the other breast. She moans, deeply, as I suck and nibble the nipple, then make circular movements around it with my tongue.

'Oh my god...' she moans, quietly.

I kiss across and repeat the action on her other breast and now slide my hand between her legs, cupping her mound. It feels warm to the touch. She writhes a little and I slide a finger inside her, loving the fact that she is very wet there. I push the finger in deeper and curl it upwards so that I can start to very gently stroke her g-spot. She groans audibly as I do so, taking in deep breaths, pushing her thighs together, so that my hand has to stay exactly where it is. I continue to massage the G-spot and her groans become cries of pleasure, now rhythmic, increasing in speed and volume. I kiss her lips again, deeply, passionately and I can feel her body beginning to tense up. She's trembling a little. One of her arms is around my neck, the hand of the other gripping my shoulder. Then she cries out loudly, arching her back, throwing the back of her head against a pillow, her nails dig into my shoulder deeply the arm around my neck tightens almost to a choke hold as her orgasm washes through her. Then she relaxes, breathing deeply.

I don't stop. I can't. I withdraw my hand from her pussy - now wet and sticky - and manouvre my body so that I'm lying on top of her. She spread her legs wide and then wraps them round my waste. We're still kissing. I can feel her breasts against my chest and I rub my cock against her. She disengages from my mouth. We're staring straight into each others eyes. Her expression is one of deadly seriousness.

'I want you. Tell me you want me,' she breathes.

'I want you,' I say and begin kissing her again. I can't get enough of these lips. I can smell her, taste her. Her fingers are stroking my back smoothly. Then she reaches down and clasps my cock, gripping it firmly, placing the tip at her entrance. Then, as I thrust forward, I slide inside her. The feeling of tightness and wetness is indecribably pleasurable. I start to thrust in and out of her. I don't waste any time. There's no build. I've been taken over by animal instinct and I'm thrusting hard and fast as we kiss. Her feet are now locked at the ankles around my bottom, she's gripping me tightly with her thighs and I'm thrusting, fucking her hard and fast. I need some air so I move my lips away from hers and lean up on my elbows, so I can see her face, contorted with pleasure. I can feel myself grunting with each thrust. I know I'm going to come soon.

'Not yet...' she says, as if reading my thoughts, ' don't you dare come yet. I've a surprise for you'

We're moving together now, fast and hard. I don't know how long I can hold back. Somewhere in the back of my mind a word has registered. Surprise.

Suddenly, she unclasps her feet and gripping my back, she expertly rolls us both over. I'm on my back and she's on top of me. I'm still inside her. She leans upwards and now it's her who's doing all the moving, bucking her hips back and forth as I continue my thrusts. Behind her, on the wall opposite the bed is pretty large TV. I've not noticed it before, but then I've kind of been concentrating on other things. She reaches over to the nightstand on her right. There's a TV remote there. She hits a button with one finger and the TV comes to life.

And there on the screen is us. Or rather our avatars. In a virtual world I can see my virtual self taking virtual her from behind.

'I....recorded... us.. all of our...encounters' she manages to say between thrusts.

The real her is now moving in rhythm perfectly on top of me, I reach up and squeeze her breasts, feeling the softness contrasted with her hardness of her nipples. I can feel my balls tightening as I continue thrusting upwards. I can feel the wave beginning to wash through me. My whole body tenses with ecstasy as the beautiful spasm of my orgasm begins to engulf me. I cry out as I come, squeezing her breasts harder causing her to cry out too. My cock twitches and then I feel the warm rush of my jizz rushing through it and shooting inside her. I continue thrusting, filling her with my warm seed