We had never met. But we probably knew one another better than most married couples did.
It had started from a simple email. Slowly, gradually over a period of time we became better acquainted. Photo's followed, our chats back and forth becoming more and more intimate, personal.
There is something to be said about baring one's soul to a perfect stranger. The excitement, anticipation of sharing one's deepest darkest desires knowing that you are neither judged by them, nor criticized for being a normal human being with fantasies and desires we all have. Though most, unfortunately can't even express them openly to their own partners in life.
There was only one real problem. The distance between us was so great that it made the likelihood of ever meeting remote at best. But it didn't change much. Not really. If anything, the discussions became more daring, bolder. Soon we were sharing with one another the kinds of desires and thoughts that even a high-priced Call Girl would blush over discussing.
Time passed. And then came a chance, a real opportunity to actually meet! Her name was Christie, though she preferred going simply by Chris. An attractive woman who looked ten years younger than she actually was having recently just turned fifty. Her smile accentuating the mischievous look in her eyes that hinted at a smoldering sensuality beneath that surface of innocence. And a curvatious body to match that.
"We should be at the hotel around 6:30," Chris told me.
Chris was flying into town with her girlfriend Brenda. It had been the only way she'd been able to pull it off, as like me, Chris too was married. With Brenda being given an opportunity to enjoy a Time-Share stay for a week, she'd invited Chris to spend it with her, which had worked out perfectly for her being able to get away without there being any suspicions.
And just for the record, it wasn't like this planned assignation was a habit for either one of us. But as time passed, and as we'd grown more comfortable and confident with one another and what we'd shared, it soon became obvious to us that if we were to ever experience and enjoy some of the things we'd spoken of and shared with one another, it was now. The openness, the uninhibited way we could speak with one another, assured us both that this truly was a once in a life-time opportunity, that regardless of societal standards, moralistic attitudes, if there was ever that chance, that opportunity, neither one of us could afford to pass it up. Especially as we also both knew this chance might never come again, for either one of us.
"I'll be downstairs in the bar," I assured her. "After you've had a chance to settle in, look for me in one of the back corner booths. I've already made arrangements for some privacy so we can chat and get to know one another better."
Chris laughed. I loved the way she laughed. It was a wicked laugh filled with delightfully sinful promise. "Don't forget, Brenda will be with me. She wants to meet you as well, especially as she has a vested interest in this after going to all the trouble of booking her time-share this year where you live, just so we could finally meet."
"Oh, so basically you're telling me I need to behave myself then," I chuckled.
Chris laughed again. "No, but I might have to. Keep in mind, you probably know me even better than she does, which might surprise her in knowing that. I've told you things that I've never even told her! But don't worry. She said after she's had a chance to enjoy a glass of wine or two, she'll head off to the hot-tub for a nice relaxing soak, and give us a chance for some real one on one."
"One on one what?" I teased suggestively.
"Well hopefully, your one inside my one," she teased back.
"Only one?"
"We have four days," Chris reminded me. "Lets savor each and every one and not try to cram it all into one day," she said half seriously, though with an excitement to her voice that told me she'd been thinking along the same lines as I had.
"Oh I'm planning on cramming it," I quipped. "Where ever, and whenever you want it!"
"God David, you're making me horny just thinking about it," she added. "If I wasn't sitting here at work, I'd be tempted to do something about it," she said slightly lowering her voice as though someone might actually overhear our conversation.
"You're horny! Fuck Chris, I'm sitting here sporting a massive hard-on just thinking about finally sucking those beautiful tits of yours!"
"Stop it David! I'm serious! I'm already wet enough as it is. You keep talking to me like this, and I really will have to excuse myself and head to the ladies room!"
"Where are you right now?" I asked.
"In the back office."
"Anyone near by?"
"Not at the moment. Gail's out on the floor, and Daniel's with a customer."
"What are you wearing?"
She laughed. "A black baby-doll nightgown with peek-a-boo nipple cut-outs,"
"I'm being serious, you wearing a dress?"
"Well, a skirt."
"Even better. I want you to slip a finger inside your pussy for me," I told her.
"I love it when you're naughty," she told me breathlessly. "But I can't, I'm wearing pantyhose."
"Rip them!"
"What?"
"Tear a hole in them if you have to, I'll buy you a new pair if that's what you're worried about."
"You're serious!"
"Very! Now hurry, rip them, stick a finger inside your pussy for me while you still can, before someone comes."
"You mean like you? Me?" she giggled.
"Oh fuck yes...I wish I could too," I admitted.
"And why can't you?" she challenged. "You're expecting me to finger myself for you, so in turn...I think you should be jacking yourself off for me!"
"Let me close and lock my door," I stated a brief second later. "Now, did you?"
"Yeah, I'll even send them to you if you'd like," she continued to tease.
"Your finger inside?"
"Two fingers. Fuck David I'm wet!"
