The Internet. It's a gift and a curse. You could easily while your life away on there, letting cyberspace slowly replace your reality. I was starting to feel I might be getting that way. Chatting to strangers. Let's be honest, I was on there for virtual sex. I went onto sites and did web cam shows anonymously. Men and women watched, some joined in the chat, some quietly watching and, hopefully, enjoying the show.
Sally and I started chatting as she watched my shows. I would write tales of what I wanted to do to her, as she watched me masturbating. It was incredibly hot. She was a little shy, and took a few weeks to warm up, but once she did. Wow. She got me so excited.
I had decided to see if there was more to this than just cyber chatting, and we had exchanged e-mails. Of course the talk was mostly about sex, but everyday life started to creep into the conversations. I found myself more and more attracted to her. All this and we had never even seen each other's faces. I had never seen her. She had seen everything of me, except my face.
I was nervous as hell when we started chatting on that Tuesday night. I asked her if she wanted to take this relationship to a more real level. I held my breath as I waited for the reply, and then the sweetest word I had seen in ages appeared on my screen. Yes.
When we finally say each other, I could feel the attraction, even through the screen. She was beautiful. Long blonde hair, green eyes, and the softest, sweetest smile I had seen in ages. Like me, she was in her forties, but she could easily pass as a thirty year old. I still hadn't seen her body, but I didn't care, I was attracted to the smile on her face that shone through her eyes, and her mind.
When shared contact details, it turned out we lived in the same city. So we made a date, to meet in person that Friday night.
The restaurant was packed. I had picked it because it was not over the top romantic, and was a place where we could chat quietly. I was dressed in a suit, and nervously waiting for her to arrive.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and almost jumped. When I turned around, there she was. She had a black cocktail dress on, no sleeves, strapless, following her curves to half way down her thighs. The whole image was gorgeous, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of her.
I smiled, and was rewarded with her smile back at me. I took her hand, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Our first touch didn't disappoint. I could feel the attraction that came through the screen like a living thing between us.
"Hello Sally," I said, a little dryly due to the nerves.
"Hi David," she replied.
"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, and I must say, you are even more beautiful than I imagined," I said.
She blushed a little, lowering her eyes as she did so.
"Well David," she replied, "I am so happy to finally meet you, and I must return the compliment, you are handsome."
Now it was my turn to blush. I held the chair out for her and admired her back, as the dress was low cut at the back. As I sat down, I knew I was staring, but I couldn't help myself.
How would I describe her? She was around 160 cm tall, not skinny. She had a full figure, all curves and softness. Her breasts were just about perfect in my eyes, and her whole being seemed to radiate poise and elegance. Myself, I was OK, 178 cm, not skinny either, but fit enough.
I reached over and held her hand as I looked in her eyes, and said, "I am so happy that I finally get to meet you and see you. I love you in that dress."
She smiled again, and I could feel the connection we had. I could feel it in my heart, I could feel it in my mind, I could feel it in my loins.
She looked into my eyes, "David, you are a charmer, and I like that. I have admired you so long through a camera, but the camera doesn't reveal how you actually are in person. Handsome, and your eyes sparkle with something that sends a shiver through me."
Then the waiter appeared. And broke the spell for a moment. We ordered drinks, and started to read the menu.
"I am going to have the Caesar salad," I said.
"I'll have the chicken and vegetables," Sally ordered.
We sat there waiting for our meals, sipping our drinks and staring into each other's eyes. I could feel the desire in myself, building the more I admired her. I did nothing to try to hide it. Here breasts were pressing against the fabric of the dress, and I imagined what it would be like to bury myself in them. They weren't huge, but they weren't small either.
As we ate dinner, I watched her movements, smooth as silk. Her whole body oozed sensuality, and I was getting more and more aroused as I watched her.
When we finished eating, Sally asked, "Are we going to have dessert?"
"No," I replied, "I have something else in mind for that."
Through our many conversations and virtual sex, I knew that she liked her men to take charge, which suited me just fine, and I wanted to take charge of her and do wicked things to her.
She smiled demurely, and blushed a little. I leaned across the table, and whispered in her ear, "I want you Sally, I want you bad, and I intend to take you."
The was no missing the gasp as I said that, and as I leaned back, I could see her nipples had responded, pressing against the dress, hardening before my eyes as I caressed her hand.
I leaned over again, "Are you going to be a good girl for me Sally?"
She nodded yes, not trusting herself to speak in a normal voice.
"You know Sally, the thought of taking you has given me an erection," I said, "I wand you to go to the toilet, remove your pants and bring them back to me."
I leaned back to look into her eyes. They were filled with desire. Making me want her more. I winked at her, and she smiled. She stood without a word, and headed to the bathroom to do as instructed, whilst I tried to control the blood cursing through my body. I watched her walk away, her buttocks swaying seductively. She knew how to turn me on, and looked over her shoulder smiling as she rounded the corner.
I signaled the waiter for the bill, and had paid by the time she returned.
When Sally returned, she draped herself over my shoulders, placed her pants in my lap, and kissed me on the cheek. She sat down again, and my erection had returned.
"God damn girl you make me hard," I said to her.
"That's exactly the reaction I was hoping for David," She replied.
"I Think it's time we got out of here, before I do something that will get us kicked out," I said and I smiled mischievously at her.
"I think you're right," she replied and we stood up and left.
When we were in the street, I stood in front of her and faced her, held her cheeks in my hand and kissed her.
If the first touch was dynamic, the kiss was dynamite, our lips met and our tongues explored. Testing, tasting, feeling the burn. Her hands were on my hips, pulling me closer to her, and I held her backside, thinking that there is no way I can get close enough. I just wanted to crush her into me and become one.
I don't know how long we were there for, but someone finally bumped into us, and we pulled apart.
"Sally, I want to take you, I want you bad," I said.
"I can tell David," she replied, smiling as we held each other.
I reached into my pocked and pulled out the room key I had earlier booked.
She smiled as she saw the logo, The Hilton, right next door to the restaurant.
"That's very presumptuous of you," she teased.
"Not presumptuous," I replied, "Hopeful. And despite your protestation, you want this just as much as me, and I intend to take you tonight."
She leaned into me as I said that, and we kissed again. We walked quickly to the Hilton, skipping past reception, and headed for the elevators.
