Diane & Tom
(Woman) I have been chatting on the internet for over a year and found that it has become an important part of my life. I also kept it a secret from my husband because it offered me things I didn't get from at home, like appreciation and approval. I liked most of the people I met but mostly enjoyed talking with the men. They made me feel young and sexy.
About six months ago, I met a man named Tom. It was against the rules that I had set for myself and totally against my nature, but somehow, I let it happen and our discussions became more and more personal. From the beginning, I felt a connection growing between us. We shared thoughts and fantasies and even though we had never met, I felt comfortable with him. In exchanging notes he opened my mind to a new world of intimacy; feelings that I hadn't felt before, including with my own husband.
(Man)
Recently my gal has been working lots of crazy hours, this left a gaping hole in my sex life. In secret I started to chat on an Erotic web site to fill some of my desires. Besides chatting with all kinds of people with similar desires I made a connection with a lovely lady named Diane. As it turns out we are in a similar situation looking to fill a void in our desires.
I find myself thinking more about what it would be like to share some of our common desires together. Diane comes off as a super sensual women and the thought that I could fill help her desires tends to excite me in a way that my present lover does not. I know it's wrong but I get overcome with desire.
One night when we are chatting over some steamy scene where I take Diane hard from behind, my hard cock sliding deep into her, i get overcome with what her pussy would really feel like with me in deep. The thought of meeting her is starting to drive me desires to a heightened level, I came all over myself wishing she was there to lick my spunk up.
(Woman) He seemed open and honest and my comfort level increased so I began to admit and confess more. We began exchanging very intimate notes. He told me about his marriage, girlfriends and about his desires. In reply, I told him about my marriages, lack of sexual activity, my children and my fantasies. Our connections began to get extremely personal.
I described my clothes and at his urging, took them off whenever we talked; he told me he did the same. We each described our bodies, in detail. He knew I liked hearing about his cock, how hard he got and masturbation. I would reply and describe my breasts, my nipples and how wet I was feeling. Together, we enacted out various scenes where he would fuck me in different positions or take me somewhere and expose me to strangers. I envisioned licking and sucking him, getting him hard, tasting his cum and sharing it by deep kissing. It was almost like acting in a xxx movie. Needless to say, I became very excited and looked forward to the incredible stimulation almost everyday.
In the beginning, Tom never pushed to meet in person although he did make hints during our heated exchanges. I felt that one day, we would really have to meet.
(Man) Each time we chatted our level of comfort seemed to increase, I began to open up more about some of my more taboo desires and past actions.
Sensing her desires I told her about how I kept my cock and surrounding areas shaved, how my 7 inch cock could stay hard for an insane time after I came the first time.
I started to envision what she was doing to herself she we chatted, and what she would taste like. My cock would get so hard thinking about my mystery woman. How it would feel to taste her, push my cock into her cunt, have her suck me and cum in her mouth. Feeling her lips on mine when she had a mouthful of my cum, sharing it with me.
My mind would race with all the naughty things I desired to do with her, it seemed that their was no limits to where this could go. The crazy part is thinking we could actually meet, that would fuel my desires even more. I tried to control my expectations as their was still a real world, but it was a small one :-)
(Woman) Tom seemed to understand my predicament and very shrewdly pulled me out more of my frustrations. Finally after a month or so of writing back and forth, Tom convinced me to meet him for lunch. By then, I felt comfortable enough to accept.
We agreed to met at a restaurant where I felt I could be comfortable and far enough from home to not be seen by friends. I wore a conservative mid-length skirt, blouse and matching jacket. I found him to be very much the man he told me about, he was good looking, had a nice build and was very polite. I may be older but I sill appreciate handsome men, and he did not disappoint.
Over lunch, we talked about a lot of things but nothing in particular until, Tom leaned in and asked, if I still had my unsatisfied sexual feelings.
I was momentarily shocked and wasn't sure how to answer. I began to mumble and finally got out something intelligent, "I think I do and you're not a passing fancy, I have really enjoyed our talks. I like you and I was looking forward to meeting you. As a rule, I don't meet with men from the internet. I think you're special."
I smiled at him, he took my hand and smiled back.
"I think you are someone special too. I know you don't meet others and meeting you makes me feel very honored."
"Tom," I replied and he continued to hold my hand.
"But, tell me, I feel you still like the idea of being here with me. Do I meet your satisfaction in that regard?"
"Well, you know I have a lot of fantasies. But yes, it is very satisfying, and you are very much like what I have thought about."
"Tell me how much."
"What do you mean?"
"You told me that you liked the idea of meeting a man who was nice looking and strong willed. Someone who liked to be in control."
"Ummm I guess so....but....I didn't mean you or anyone in particular. Just a fantasy."
He squeezed my hand, "Diane, I want you to show me how much you like me. I want you to go into the ladies room and take off your bra then bring it back and give it to me. If you do this then I will know that the things we shared on the computer are real."
"I can't do that! It wouldn't be right and it's not really how I feel about you."
"Yes you can. It's not such a big deal. If you can't then maybe our short time together is all over. You can go home and we can forget none of this happened."
I was confused, Tom had changed and was now becoming incredibly direct and very serious. Part of me wanted to get up and leave, the other part wanted to keep him as a friend.
I felt an electric tingle go through me, I could feel my nipples and moisture between my legs that I hadn't felt before. I couldn't move.
Tom, squeezed my hand tighter and with his head and eyes, pointed them toward the restrooms. I stood up, still not sure what to do. Tom said, "You know what you need to do. Don't be so edgy, you know you can trust me. Come back and show me that we understand each other."
I gathered myself, I felt jye need to do this but something deep inside told me I shouldn't. Instead, I went into the restroom, took a deep breath and took off my bra. Checking myself out in the mirror, I had to admit that I still looked pretty good for a woman my age and smiled. I put back my blouse and jacket, I looked fine although I'm sure my loose breasts might be noticed. I walked back to the booth and confidently sat down. Tom looked me over then put out his hand and I gave him the neatly folded bra.
"I'm glad you came back, I feel better about us now. You look more relaxed as I hoped you would. Doing this wasn't as hard as you thought it would be, so you shouldn't have anything to be worried about. I think you look great."
Somehow, it really didn't seem too awful to me either. Many times I have gone out without a bra and didn't feeling embarrassed. I smiled at Tom, nodded my head and handed it him.
"I think you need to take off your jacket too, I can't really see how nice you look. Your blouse will still cover you and remember, it's just you and me anyway."
Again, I wasn't prepared to do as he asked but he repeated his request and motioned with his hands until I did as he asked. I could feel my nipples pushing against the material and looking at Tom, he just smiled and told me that I looked beautiful. My vanity took over and I felt a nice feeling come over me knowing that Tom was really just complimenting my breasts. I kept my shoulders back so that the outline of my breasts was clearly obvious.
(Man) After meeting with Diane and realizing her need to be controlled I started my plan. I had to see how far she wanted to go after getting her to remove her bra for me.
As we kept up the small talk I was gazing between her pretty face and wonderful breasts, which even with a little sagging they where truly spectacular. I kept dropping subtle comments about her nipples and how they looked like and how she was excited me, how pretty she looked and just how truly sensual she was.
