Just as I was about to give up on her and begin to establish a new online relationship Raven IM'd me on a Wednesday eve. We had been teasing each other in the chat rooms for a little over three months, critiquing each others stories, exchanging flirts and having cybersex weekly, then she suddenly vanished. Now she was back, and this time there was a link to new pics. The pics she had on the site were mostly tame; some lingerie, unbuttoned buttons, and the glimpse of a nipple.
Not these pics. I breathed deeply as I reviewed the pics she sent, seeing her thick, long raven hair trailing down over her bare tits, her mouth open as to receive something to eat while she fondled one of those lovely tits,as well as the thick forest of hair under the super-thin negligee she wore, where her pussy lips were full and inviting as she played with herself. Instant hard-on.
"You've seen mine..." she typed, "What have you got to show for yourself?"
I had an old pic a previous GF had taken, after she had been sucking on my cock for a while. "Seven inches, more or less..." I typed back as I sent the link. "Better viewed up close and personal, though..." I hinted. She only typed LOL, but the chuckle, which I would soon find was deep and throaty, was clearly evident.
"Well, seeing as how I just got back from a two-week conference with no boy-toys around, that looks like the best mouthful I've been offered lately. I'm open to suggestions, among other things, from Friday on. What is your schedule and when can you come visit me? You know I want to be your personal fuck-slut, don't you?"
"You keep this up," I said, "and I'm going to have to jack off right now."
"Sigh!" she said, exaggeratedly, "and I'm not there to swallow it,.."
Friday night was quickly agreed upon, and she gave me directions to her home; she also sent instructions to park in her garage and close the door when I got there.
The drive was long and slow, from Austin to Dallas, in part because afternoon traffic was brutal, but mostly because I was working to keep my hard-on and thoughts under control. Raven was very explicit in her stories, much to my enjoyment. And she apparently had few limits to what she would write; I wondered if they applied to her sex life, as well.
The neighborhood she lived in was one where houses were somewhat secluded from each other by trees and intense landscaping. I found her house, one with a two-car garage, and parked my Miata inside, next to her SUV. I lowered the garage door with the button by the entryway into the house, then entered. She had obviously been waiting and heard me arrive as she walked up to me when I came through the door.
"Oof!" I said. Not very flattering, except it was an exclamation of supreme joy and surprise. She was wearing black nylons and garter belt, heels, and the negligee from the pictures she had sent. The right strap was off her shoulder, and the full tit was lustily exposed. The hem hung right at the line of her pussy fully exposing her hairy slit, and her red lips smiled as she came up and kissed me, her right hand reaching down to stoke my cock in my pants.
"I was wondering if you got lost" she chuckled, continuing at first to fondle my cock; then she was undoing my belt and pulling my slacks down. "Close up and personal" she said, pulling my cock out and stroking it.
I was instantly wet, with pre-cum coating the head of my cock and her hand; she continued her work for a moment, getting my cock and her hand wetter. Who was I to resist? With one hand I began unbuttoning my shirt, with the other I contorted myself so that I could run my fingers through her pussy lips.
"Oh, fuck, baby!" she moaned. The last of that was kind of muffled as she pulled my cock into her mouth. Actions which I didn't quite follow finished with me only in my shoes and socks finger-fucking Raven as she continued to suck my cock. We also wound up on the couch in what I later realized was the parlor overlooking her hot tub.