Fever 3

I've translated this e-mail, sent by one half of a chat-room conversation to the other. The names have been changed, to protect the guilty, and I've taken the liberty of changing certain measurements and sizes into something recognisable to non-metric speakers. There are references in the text to other experiences, which could form the subject of other submissions if there's a demand...

Hi Nathalie

I really wanted to get this off to you as soon as I could. I was in a terrible state on Monday night, running a fever, which you did nothing to reduce... The computer was playing up, and when I had a sneezing fit, the beast simply packed up on me and refused to let me back into the chat room.

First, then, please remember that on Monday, I was already going down with this 'flu. I don't know about you, but when I'm like that, it's as if all my tenderest bits are on fire. So when we started to chat, I was already excited.

It was great telling you about our experience in America. I went through all the emotions again, and realised that you and I were playing a game with each other. I deliberately left out certain details, knowing that you would drag them out of me, which was even more exciting than giving it all at first. Each time, I went "Yesss..." when you asked for the detail I was dying to give. There is no way a man would have done that, all about my feelings and the burning sensations in my breasts and belly. A man wouldn't have realised how much I needed to describe the special bra and the thong I wore to try the skirt, but you knew.

I do realise that if I wasn't five foot six and one hundred and twenty pounds, I would never have thought of buying the skirt in the first place.. I guess that you're a little chunkier than I. I think that you too could have worn the bra. It leaves my breasts totally exposed, resting on little cushions, with only a little support on the sides to push them together and give me a sexy cleavage! Your 38s would have been even more impressive than my 34Bs.... How much of the fifteen-pound difference between us lies in your beautiful breasts? lol.

As I got to the end of the story, with the men in front of me, and myself so excited that I think anything could have happened, I felt that you were disappointed that I didn't let myself go. This was the beginning of a sensation which grew, as you told me your own story. I began to feel that although you are only two years older than me at thirty-eight, I was a beginner ,being interrogated by a much more experienced and mature woman. I liked that feeling.

Your account of your holiday turned me on even more..I thought that Franck and I had had quite an exciting sex life, and from conversations with others, I'm sure that it's true. You described so clearly the night in your caravan on the campsite, that I could imagine the scene. When the neighbours commented on it in the morning, I know that I would have enjoyed thinking about them discussing our love-making, if it had been Franck and me. Then their comment that you'd have to use earplugs that night because they were going to be even noisier! I laughed out loud.. I wondered what you'd do, and wasn't at all surprised that you went to take a look through their window when the fun started.

I suppose that your evening at the restaurant with them was inevitable, after that. Your description of Danny carefully shaving you, and also your decision to go naked under your skirt were nice, but not a surprise. I would almost certainly have done the same! I was imagining you preparing for that evening, when your first e-mail arrived. To be talking to someone you've never met, and to be faced with a photo of her, stretched out and naked, was a shock, and had an immediate effect. My nipples went rock hard and I could hardly bear to touch them, because it sent such waves of shivers through me. As you went on through the evening, I could almost feel Danny's hands stroking you under the table, turning you on and keeping you on the boil without release. I've had that happen to me often enough to re-live that sensation... I loved the journey back in the car. It was so vivid, how Danny reached back from the driver's seat and flipped your skirt up, so Virginie and Thierry could see you exposed. Then to be caressed by the two men, Thierry sucking your breasts while Danny stroked your sex... I was just getting used to that image in my head when you explained how Virginie started to stroke your calf, then gradually moved up and slid her fingers into you.

Then the second e-mail arrived. There you were, wearing the skirt that you had described, with two of your own fingers deep inside… It really heated me up looking at it, as you went on to the trio that followed. My own experience helped me re-live it with you, and by this point I was dripping wet and when I looked at myself, I could see that the lips on my sex were very swollen. A pulse was beating in them so that they tingled. I didn't even need to touch, to have a great feeling there.

I was really enjoying your story. Then, just as I thought you'd finished, came the third e-mail. I have to say that it turned me inside out! I need to talk to you about it,Nathalie, because I want to rediscover the sensations that it created in my whole body, not just the sexual parts. First I have to say it isn't beautiful. I hope you aren't angry, but it's true. I wouldn't be, it isn't possible for any woman to be beautiful in that position. Lying on your back,with your thighs folded back onto your belly, is a very strong image, but not beautiful. The angle of the picture, taken from above, so as to show all your most intimate parts, I really liked. The thing that really did it for me was the huge dildo in your sex!!! I could never imagine that I could take one so big! I've seen pictures of women in similar situations, of course, but never one with whom I was carrying on a conversation... and to add to it, I could see that skirt again, spread around your naked bottom...

I didn't think that it would turn me on so much. I examined the photo and tried to envisage the size of that thing in you. It must be as big as a two-litre mineral-water bottle! Fantastic!! Then the other one! I know it isn't as thick, but I could see how your anus was stretched to accept it, and I felt it with you… I could never have imagined that a photo would make me so hot… I shared all the sensations with you as we talked about it.

And then you left me.. I know it was late but I was sooooooooo frustrated! I wanted to go on and on talking about that photo. I've been trying for two days to find a good one-word description of it and haven't succeeded. You are either obscenely magnificent, or magnificently obscene, Nathalie. I'm torn between admiration for you and a desire to have something similar done to me...

After you had gone, I went into the bedroom, and at that point I was light-headed from 'flu, I suppose. I demanded that Franck should take me, hard, there and then, that's me, the one who loves a gentle, caring warming up! He didn't make love to me, he fucked me, which was just what I wanted.

Twenty minutes of that and I was still wanting more. Franck was worried about my fever,and went to get the thermometer to take my temperature. He asked if he should warm it, but I said no, and I just adored the feeling as the cold glass slid into my bottom.. I was over one hundred degrees, and he said he'd sleep in the spare room, to let me stretch out on the big bed. He closed the door, and said to me to have a good night, with one of his smiles…He knows me so well!

I sprawled on the bed, face down and still naked, and opened my legs as far as I could, like you on the first photo, and masturbated to my first orgasm, using my fingers. Ten minutes later I wanted more. I got out the big black dildo, which is eight inches long and two and a half in diameter, and rammed myself with it for ages, lying on my back. I got the small mirror balanced so I could see what I looked like, and that excited me more. I could see the flesh being pulled in and out by the dildo…. Delicious! I have very little fat on my belly, but it shook with the force of my orgasm.

I must have drifted off for a while but woke up, still in the dark. I put the small light on and examined my sex. It was swollen and tingling, as were my nipples. I had to try something else. This time I got my other dildo. I lubricated it in my sex, then pushed it into my anus, as far as I dared. Then the big one at the front, and I was ready to imitate your picture. Even next to the big mirror it wasn't as good as seeing you, but it helped me to come again. The one at the back, in particular, stretched me really wide…. For me, that is! You would probably barely have noticed...

So do you see what you've done to me? I am still exhausted now, two days later, steaming in my dressing gown… under which I'm naked and shaven, you may like to know. I shaved all my pubic hair off this morning in the shower, then got into strange positions to shave between my buttocks as well. As I really am blonde, that bit was easy, and maybe not necessary, but I wanted to feel the cold blade so close to my sex. I feel debauched by your photo, and I'm ready to be debauched again, just as soon as you ask.

Please, please, please tell me when and where we can talk again. Make it soon!

Your (all yours!), passionate, hot and bothered e-friend,

Chloë