It was a day just like any other day, except today hadn't been the greatest of them all.
Deanna works for this company where she does telephone surveys regarding all types of consumer products, and today she got stuck on a shitty automotive survey everyone always tried to avoid. "What a day ... " she mumbled to herself as she got into her car and drove off to get home as soon as possible so she could just get into the tub and relax. She started wondering just what she'd be doing the rest of the night, and since she didn't have anything special planned, decided to just go online and see if any of her friends were there and maybe talk to them for a bit.
She liked visiting one particular site, since all of her online friends frequently visited the same site. "Well ... " she mumbled as she walked into her apartment "... time for that relaxing bath, and who knows, maybe I will meet someone interesting in there." She had met her ex, Jason, in there, but she had kicked him out on his ass a few months back after she found out he planned on moving in with someone else and didn't even bother telling her about his plans. She felt a tear run down her cheek as she remembered the details of the break-up so vividly. "Damn asshole ... " she mumbled to herself as she finished getting undressed. She turned around and looked into the full length mirror she had on her wall. "Not bad ... not bad at all" she thought to herself, all the time she spent at the pool definitely paid off. Running her fingers over her firm breasts, seeing her nipples harden at her delicate touch, continuing down over her abdomen, over her flat tummy coming to a stop at the top of her mound. God she missed being touched by a man. Slowly she turned around and walked off to the bathroom.
As she got into the tub, she softly sighed as the bubbles of the bath salts caressed her senses, brushing over every tired little section of her body. "Hmmm ... this feels so good" she thought to herself as she ran the sponge over her tired neck muscles ... her shoulders ... arms ... breasts ... paying a little extra attention to her sensitive nipples, rubbing softly at first but more insistently with each passing moment, feeling the familiar tingly feeling between her legs when she's getting horny. Not being able to resist, nor wanting to stop, she closes her eyes and utters a soft moan as she pinches first the one nipple and then the other. Pinching a little harder each time she switches between them ... wanting so much more ... needing so much more, she slides her other hand down her abdomen, feeling the incredible urge to touch herself ... to please herself after the shitty day she had at work ... feeling her pussy getting wetter and wetter each time she pinches.
She utters a loud gasp, shocking to herself in the silence of the bathroom as she touches the top of her slit, pushing down insistently ... persistently pursuing the pleasure she so much wants ... running the tips of her fingers over her swollen lips, shivering at her own touch, her muscles tensing up, feeling herself so close to the edge even though she has hardly touched herself. Slowly spreading her lips, wanting to touch but also in the mood to tease, she slides her fingers down barely touching her engorged clit, moaning softly at her touch ... pressing it harder then pinching making it impossible for herself to stop as she starts to rub in a circular motion ... getting so close ... feeling her muscles tightening as she slips first one, then two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. She moans and gasps out loud as she pushes herself over the edge, feeling her muscles contracting around her fingers. She lies still for a few minutes slowly coming down from her high ... "God I needed that so much ..." she mumbles and finishes bathing herself before she gets out of the tub and slips into a pair of short shorts and a plain little tank top.
"Hmmm ... I wonder what tonight will hold" she mumbles as she sees the all too familiar "Logging On To Network" logo displayed on the screen of her computer. "Now just to get in here ... and ... done." Seeing some friends she greets and make the usual small talk, talking about this and that ... "Now this looks interesting as she goes through the post ... a survey on your favorite type of kiss ... Oh what the hell ... why not?!" She types her response and clicks the familiar "Push To Speak" button. "Wonder what will come of this ..." shrugging and yet feeling excited at the answer she just gave the person who's conducting the survey. "Hmmm what is this ... " seeing the personal message directed to her ... reading "Hi there ... So what is your favorite type of kiss like?" Sitting a moment wondering if she should answer or not ... she had met her ex on here and she doesn't want to get her heart broken again ... and before realizing it she has actually typed a response and clicked enter. "Oh my God ...Why did I do that ... Oh well ... too late now for any regrets ... I'll just wait and see what he says."
Again a personal message directed to her ... "Oh my God ... now that is a very nice kiss and also one of my favorites. Hmmm ... *S* ... I couldn't help but notice your location ... *sweet, sexy, sassy and submissive* ... Now that is really very interesting." Before long she realizes that she's been talking to this one guy for hours ... "Good God ... what an effect you have on me ... I totally lost track of time ... Will I see you again?" the message appears. Shrugging, she types her response that indeed he will see her again and that she had enjoyed the conversation immensely.
The next day at work she just can't stop thinking about this stranger she met last night, and neither the fact that she so easily confided in him some of her innermost secrets. She blushes as she thinks of some of the things she actually told him, and yet, she feels this strange attraction to him... wondering if he is as wonderful in real life as he is in this cyber world of hers ... wondering what he is like in bed ... if he really kisses as well as he says he does ...
"Deanna ... "
"Deanna! ... " she blushes as she is rudely awakened out of her fantasy world "It's time to go home hon" her friend Clarissa says. "And where may I ask have you just been?"
"Hmmm ... nowhere special" ... blushing more fiercely as she realizes that she has been caught daydreaming about a total stranger.
Clarissa snickers ... "Yeah right".
On their way home Deanna can't stop babbling about this guy she has met, and how interesting he sounds. Clarissa looks in her friend's direction with a concerned look ... "Deanna, just be careful okay ... you remember what happened with Jason don't you?"
"How could I forget ..." she replies as she turns her head away and feels a tear run down her cheek. And yet she feels strangely excited that she might get to see "him" again tonight ... wondering what he'll be talking about tonight ... whether he'll be sharing secrets about himself with her. Stopping at home she can hardly wait to get upstairs and log on to see if he is there so she can talk to him some more, maybe share more secrets. Maybe find out just how much alike they are, whether he might want to meet her. Maybe get a picture of him so that she could at least know what he looks like. God! she realizes ... she doesn't even know his name and here she's already thinking what he looks like and what he's like in bed ... smiling wickedly as she feels her nipples harden and the tingly feeling between her legs at the mere thought of him making love to her.
That night she found out her mystery man's name ... it was Anton ... God! She thought to herself, such a sexy, yet strong name. Just saying it made her shiver ... wanting him to touch her so bad ... She couldn't believe the way she was feeling and that after just two nights of chatting and that to a complete stranger. The next morning, jumping out of bed, she immediately goes over to her computer, switches it on, and checks her e-mail account. Anton had told her that there would be something there waiting for her, a little surprise especially for her. Boy was she surprised to see that it was pictures of him. Being able to put a face to the name she already had, was exciting her so much that she had to take a deep breath just to calm herself.
"Oh my Lord!" she thought to herself as she looked over the pictures ... one in particular she especially liked more than the other he had sent her ... one where she could see him sleeping on a couch ... seeing all of him stretched out ... wondering what it would be like to have him stretched out next to her like that ... him holding her in his strong arms ... kissing her ... stroking her skin ... touching her lovingly ... making her feel so wonderful all over. She closed her eyes and slid her hands over her breasts ... cupping them, kneading them softly ... pinching her nipples ... imagining it was him touching her like that ... sliding her hand down towards her crotch ... feeling the dampness spreading ... making her so wet ... She slides her hand into her pajama bottoms and feels the heat radiating from her pussy. God, she is so horny it is unbelievable, she cannot believe the way he makes her feel even though he isn't there ... always making her feel good about herself ... giving her compliments ... saying sweet things to her ... causing her day to be so much better when she was even feeling a little sad or lonely. Sliding her fingers down between her swollen pussy lips ... spreading it slightly ... coating her fingers with her own juices ... sliding down ... then feeling her middle finger sliding into herself ... stroking in and out slowly ... still wanting more, never feeling satisfied ... wanting him so much she could cry. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge ... feeling her muscles contracting around her finger ... her tummy muscles quivering almost as if they knew what was about to happen ... thrusting her hips towards her penetrating finger ... moving faster and faster ... pressing her thumb into her clit ... rubbing it harder and harder ... and then finally feel the dam inside her break ... shouting out loud ... "Oh ... Oh ... Oh my God! ... Oh God Anton ... please ... gasping ... please ... please don't stop ... Oh fuck ... fuck me ... Yesssss!" collapsing on her desk ... her head resting on her arms ... gasping for breath.
Still coming down from her high, she takes a shower and gets ready for work. Stepping out of the shower she hears the phone ring and rushes to answer it. "Hello?"