Amy and I had met online, which soon led to many hot cybersex sessions and eventually to phone calls, many of which became phone sex. We hit it off pretty well. That's putting it mildly, we got along great and the no-contact "sex" so far was smokin hot. Now we were ready to take it to the next level. As it turned out, we lived only a couple hours apart, which made the next step easy.
After toying with the idea, we gradually worked out the details for our first physical encounter. We decided that it would be an incredible mind fuck if we blended cybersex with actual sex. At the appointed hour, she would get on instant messaging and be ready to cyber with me. She would also leave her back door open so that I could be with her in person, and would leave two pairs of high heels by the sliding door as a signal that I was in the right place and that she was ready for the encounter. She would continue to type IMs, but my responses would be physical.
We decided that she would not be naked or in pajamas, but would be wearing something sexy. We added a safe word in case she wanted to stop things at any point. Before we committed, I asked her on several occasions "Are you sure you want to do this?" Her answers were always some variation of "I'm ready to live a little on the edge, the thrill will add the extra spice I need right now" or "If you don't chicken out, I won't chicken out." We were going to do this.
On the agreed night, I IMed her just before I headed for her house: Hi babe. I'll be ready to go at 10, as we agreed.
A few minutes before 10, I was outside her patio and saw the two pairs of high heels. I'm in the right place and she's ready to go! Woohooooo!
Just before 10, I quietly slid open the sliding door and stepped inside. I slowly crept through her house, following her directions to her bedroom. Through her open bedroom door, I could see her at her computer desk, her back to me, sitting on a footstool. She wore a filmy pink babydoll, her honey-blonde hair reaching just below her shoulders. She also had on pink ankle-socks, a cute touch that made her choice of clothing a little more personal than the standard fantasy scenario.
At 37, she had a luscious figure. She had often complained to me online that she thought she was fat, and while she might have had a few more pounds than her ideal weight, I could now see that she carried her weight in a wonderfully feminine package. An erection started to surge as I anticipated our meeting.
At exactly 10, she began to type into her computer and I stepped into her bedroom. I knew she heard me enter, but as we agreed she didn't turn around. Over her shoulder, I read what she had IMed me in large letters:
*I haven't touched myself all day. I wanted to and wanted to, but I waited for tonight. I just know my panties must be drenched right now.
She paused her typing, and I waited for her to resume. She knew I watched over her shoulder as she continued:
*Oh baby I am so ready for you!!! This has been on my mind all week. I could hardly work today thinking about tonight! I'm wearing a pink babydoll nightie that I bought just for you.
"I'm ready for you too" I whispered into her ear. "You look ravishing, and you smell delicious". And she did. Her perfume was indescribable, the scent forever to be etched into my mind and filed under "wild passion". My erection was solid and throbbing.
She lightly gasped as I brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck. She leaned her head into mine for a few seconds, then resumed her role at the keyboard.
*mmmm that was nice baby
*thank you
Good thing she could type by touch. I could see that she had painted her nails to match her lingerie.
"You're welcome" I whispered. "And you're all color coordinated. You will be a tasty morsel tonight." My hands dropped to her shoulders, lightly caressing them, continuing down to her upper arms.
She tilted back her head, eyes closed, a low "mmmmmmmmmm" escaping her throat. Her hands echoed her sounds on the keyboard:
*mmmmmmmmmmmmmm feels good baby
My hands continued to roam, caressing. Down her back, her nightie underneath my fingers, to her sides, shifting across to her tummie, lightly coming up her front, brushing over her ample breasts. I could feel her nipples erect below the thin fabric of her nightie.
*mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
My hands retreated, slipping up under her nightie now, caressing her back again, then following the same path as before, but this time it was skin against skin. Back, sides, tummy. Softly upward, caressing the underside of her naked breasts, caressing the sides, then on top, saving the nipples for the last. Then lightly flicking over her hard nipples, then giving each a gentle, prolonged pinch.
Another quick gasp from her. She typed again, her fingers seeming slow to respond, as if it were hard to concentrate:
*oh goddddddd thats goooooooood
*im getting soooooooooooooooooooooo wettttt
"I'll bet you are" I whispered. "And I'll soon find out."
*mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm promise?
"Promise."
My hands began to trace lower again, down to her tummy, past her navel, lower, lower. Her legs opened wider and wider as my hands slipped farther down. I could now tell she wore very low-cut panties, hardly more than a thong, held up by thin strings of fabric. My chest pressed up against her back, my face against her hair, breathing her intoxicating scent, my fingers slipping under the tiny fabric triangle covering her pussy.
"I didn't know you shaved" I whispered. She giggled.
*dont
*but did it just for u
"I love it" I whispered, as my fingers gently caressed her mound, lightly dancing over her slit. The fabric of her panties was soaked, and I could feel moistness oozing from her pussy even before I explored inside.
Her head was leaning back against my shoulder, eyes still closed, a smile on her face. I nibbled her ear, and her smile opened into a grin.
*smiling
*ur good at this
"Thank you. You've said that before, you know." My right hand continued to brush over her damp slit as my left hand slid back up to cup her breast, pulling her more tightly into me.
