Jenna flicked the on button on her computer and felt a stirring sensation as her screen whirred to life. She dialed up her modem and strummed her desktop with her long fingernails impatiently as she waited for the familiar graphics to fill her screen. One day, she promised herself, she would update her geriatric system and put a stop to this irritating waiting.
Eventually her computer informed her that she was on line and a mechanical voice informed her that she had mail. Jenna didn't care about e-mails. Who would when there was a whole cyber world to explore? Especially when there were millions of people who were willing to chat to her in hundreds of chat rooms, but Jenna wasn't bothered about the hundreds of chat rooms or their several million chatters, she was only interested in one. One chat room, one chatter going by the name of Masterful.
Jenna had come across the chat room by accident. She should have been working on some research for work. She ploughed through tens of websites but none of them seemed to be producing anything of substance. Until she decided to take a break and check out the new phenomenon; chatting online. Personally, she thought that it was sad, talking to complete strangers, faceless ones at that. But anything was better than trying to find out the public response to soft drink adverts.
Moving her mouse towards the Chat Now button, she kept her eyes peeled for her workaholic boss and curious colleagues. Entering her nickname as Virtuality she ventured into the unknown universe. She watched in amazement as her screen filled with words and quips by other chatters and she typed in a tentative hello. It didn't take long before she got caught up in a conversation with several of her "room mates".
From that day onwards, Virtuality made a regular appearance in cyber space. Both at home and at work she regularly interacted with chatters all over the world, every day creating new adventures. Like a little kid in a sweet shop Jenna excitedly picked through the chatters, striking up new conversations and making new friends, until one day when the little kid inside of her discovered a special piece of candy that really tantalized her sweet tooth. He called himself Masterful; Jenna knew nothing about him, except that he was male and approximately the same age as she, or so he said. He was a really smooth operator; his chats were funny and whimsical. Every time Jenna sat down at her desk and logged on to her favorite chat room, she felt her stomach churn and her heart thump hoping that he would be on line.
It was late one June evening, when it happened for the first time. Virtuality and Masterful clicking away on their respective keyboards. Jenna, her eyes glazed with exhaustion thought that she was dreaming when Masterful's next sentence came up on the screen. "I want to kiss your lips and taste your tongue." Jenna sat straight up in her chair, her tiredness forgotten and felt a sudden surge of energy. She felt desire well up inside of her, and her fingers began taking on a life of their own replying to his virtual advances.
Every wicked word was filled with lust; every saucy sentence crammed with electricity. She placed one finger in her mouth and sucked it hard, trailed down towards her breast, and traced a circle around her erect nipple with her soft fingers. She allowed her other hand to creep up her inner thigh towards the moist center of her lust. She fingered her wetness, emitting a passionate moan as she felt her entire body tremor and tense in a delicious climax.
