I'd been chatting with this extraordinarily sensual woman from Colorado for a few weeks. I felt instantly at ease with her and told her things I'd never told anyone else I'd met over the internet. She'd sent me her picture and she was absolutely gorgeous. Six feet tall, small breasts, incredible legs and an absolutely perfect body. At 6'6" tall, I've always been drawn to tall women, very tall women, with small breasts and long legs and I couldn't get her out of my mind. There was something mysteriously erotic about her. Everytime I closed my eyes she was there.
Staring at me.
Winking at me. Wildly sexual, dripping arousal and oozing raw feminine power, rocking her hips back and forth slowly, tapping her high heels impatiently on the floor.
Two minutes after I closed my eyes my cock was totally erect and my balls actually hurt because they were so tight. So I dropped down on my back and closed my eyes. Imagining she was straddling my hips, squatting above me, teasing me with her pussy, rubbing the mouth of her pussy all over the wildly swollen head of my cock but never lowering herself down. Just teasing me, teasing herself, making both of us wet.
Very wet.
Too wet.
Suddenly I desperately needed to know what it would feel like to have her slide her pussy down over my cock, very slowly. Very very slowly.
And I wasn't going to find out sitting on the edge of my dock.
So I jumped in my kayak and beat feet to a secluded hot springs I discovered a couple years ago. It's on an uninhabited island about five miles from my place and you have to paddle into a small hidden bay to get there and then hike for a few hundred feet or so back into the woods until you find it. There's a small pond and a waterfall coming out of the side of the rocks. The water is perfect bath temperature this time of year.
Anyway, I slipped off my running shorts and T-shirt and plopped into the water, completely naked. After a few minutes of floating around I swam over to a large flat rock on one edge of the pond and dropped down on my back.
And started thinking about her again.
Thinking about her rocking her hips back and forth above me, so aroused that her vaginal lubrication was literally dripping out of her. Covering me. Thinking about what I'd do to her if we ever met.
Ten seconds later my cock was hard as a rock again.
I closed my eyes and started stroking it softly. Thinking about her picture. Wishing I had more of them. Pretending it was her touch I was feeling, not mine. Pretending that my fingers were her fingers. Imagining all the wonderfully sensual things I could do to her if she were here right now with me in this magic environment. Playing with her nipples, sucking on them softly, ticking her clit with my tongue, sliding slowly up inside her pussy as she groaned seductively. Sticking my tongue in her butt, teasing her. I tried to imagine her tongue, her mouth on my cock. Sucking on it, playing with it, driving me insane with arousal. I started to imagine different scenario's, different positions we'd make love in, on her back, legs held up, knees almost by the sides of her breasts, on her stomach, my body smothering hers, driving my cock deep inside her as she rocked her butt back against me furiously and screamed while my arms wrapped around her and my fingers massaged her clit slowly, standing and holding her body in my arms as her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms wrapped around my neck and she bounced slowly, passionately up and down, impaling herself on my huge cock, suspended on it, stretching the lips of her pussy around it, feeling the head of it pushing up against her cervix, feeling her nipples pushing in against my chest and her tongue licking me wildly ...and, eventually, I fell into a sort of sexual trance, stroking myself lightly.
I'm not sure how much time passed.
Then I heard it.
A female voice right in front of me.
"Hmmmm, that's incredibly erotic. I've never watched a man masturbate before, especially not a man built like you..."
I opened my eyes and saw a tall woman, about 40 years old, with long hair standing directly in front of me in ankle deep water, sliding her running shorts down over her legs.
And staring directly at my completely erect cock.
'Hmmm...don't stop just because I'm here...it's incredibly arousing to watch you touch yourself...my boyfriend won't do that in front of me...well, c'mon, who is she anyway?" she said, as she completed her striptease by slipping her panties off and then pulling her T-shirt up over her head.
Her breasts were small and she had the most unusual nipples. Almost inverted. But she smiled at me sensually, and sat down on a rock facing me, with her legs spread intentionally apart. The lips of her bare pussy were already turning a deep crimson red.
"Who is who?", I asked, so stunned by her actions that I forgot my hand was still sliding up and down along the shaft of my cock.
"The woman you're thinking about. She must be really really sexy to get you this worked up," she said, glancing directly at my cock again and then winking at me as she reached into a small backpack laying beside her.
"Oh, yeah. It's...ummm...it's a woman I've met on the internet. Her name is Vickie. Well, actually I don't know what her real name is, I just call her Vickie. She's an incredibly sensual woman. A writer. About 40 years old. I really don't know that much about her but I find myself smiling and thinking about her at the strangest times. Wondering what her face would look like, what she would sound like, what her body would feel like trembling against mine when she climaxed. Hmmm, thinking about her gets me so hot...hey, what's that stuff?"