Part 3 is called "One Night of Liberty in Perth", it came about before we decided on putting things in order.
Once a long time ago I was very wrapped up in America On-Line. I spent a lot of time chatting in various rooms and one day I got into a conversation with a woman who lived in Northern California. We chatted for a couple days and we really hit it off. No, I never met her. However, she invited me into a chat room she frequented called Physicians On-Line or POL. I was not a care provider or ever involved with a medical field, she thought I'd fit in and have fun. I was invited in because we got along real well and she thought I'd enjoy all the chatter.
Chatting in "the loft" was a common occurrence for those wanting a more intimate or private conversation. There were mostly women in the room(s), nurses and such, from all over the country. It's been many years since this happened and I expect they've all moved on. Screen names like ChampagneLady, XXXXXPRN-QH, FleetElite, and such. Eventually, due to my travel with the Navy I met many of them in individual encounters and lunches and dinners. This is one memorable and unique encounter that was unplanned and spontaneous.
I had been open and honest with everyone in the POL chat room. Everyone knew who I was and where I lived. One woman was in there alot. She was 33, married with 2 kids and living near Long Beach, CA, I'll call her Melinda. For some oddly naive reason her husband allowed her to travel around the country to what he thought were innocent POL get togethers. Unknown to him she had a guy she met with each time for sex. She was fairly submissive and enjoyed doing what she was told. When they met he'd sit on a chair and tell her what to do, eventually she'd be naked and masterbating in front of him before they had sex. She said he was her one and only bit of intimate excitement to break the "normal marriage sex" she'd fallen into. Anyway, that's her story not mine...
I was sitting online chatting in the POL room one evening when the phone rang. It was Melinda, she was in town (I was about 150 miles from where she lived) and she had just driven by the base. I don't recall anymore why she was in town but it was about 10 pm. Being relatively late she decided to give me a call and see if she could spend the night on my couch before driving home.
I told her it was fine and walked out to the gate to escort her on base. A sexual encounter was not even a thought, we were friends. When I met her I could smell the alcohol and told her to move over so I could drive on base. She didn't seem drunk but clearly had been drinking. We got to my room and we sat down opposite each other and began talking. Even though this was the first time I'd ever met her in person it was like we had known each other for years and started talking about POL stuff and this led to talking about her "friend". We began to share intimate experiences and were having a really good time.
After a while she asked if there was somewhere to get a drink. We walked up to the little bar that was in the BOQ complex.
We started drinking... to describe her, Melinda wasn't a small woman and by that I dont' mean she was fat. She was my height, 6 feet tall and full figured. Her figure was probably 38-34-36, dishwater blonde hair, and not ugly. She was a woman and mother. It was around midnight when I told her we'd better get back to the room so she could get some sleep.
A quick note on my room. It used to be two rooms with a shared bathroom and shower where one room had been turned into a living/sitting room. Very roomy and nice, the bathroom still had two separate sinks. As I mentioned, she had shared what really aroused her when she had talked about her lover. I decided to see what would happen if I played on that knowledge.
When we walked in I plopped in the chair and put my feet up. Melinda stood in the doorway of the bathroom connection between the rooms and began to say, "Good night." She was wearing a button up flowered shirt, pants, and a thigh length jacket.
I said, intentionally not asking, "You will now do what ever I tell you to."
She said with a smile, "What?"
I repeated myself.
She stopped what she as doing and I added, "Take your jacket off."
She looked at me and I smiled at her, repeating, "Take your jacket off." She kind of cocked her head to one side, smiled a bit, and unbuttoned her jacket taking it off and laying it across the back of the couch.
"Now your shoes...," She slipped off her shoes and kicked them aside. She had steadied herself a bit and was leaning with her back against the doorway.
"Put your hands on your breasts"... she ran her hands up her waist and cupped each breast lifting them and squeezing them. She smiled and was enjoying it. Her head tilted back and she licked her lips, raising up on her stocking feeted toes.
"Unbutton your shirt and open it up," she unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it out of her pants, letting the shirt fall open. She was wearing your typical white Mom bra. She looked very pretty standing there, her skin was pale, one hand on her belly with another cupping a breast again. She caressed her belly looking at me. I said, "We'll have some fun but I will not make love to you."
Pausing to see her reaction, which was none... I said, "Undo your pants." She stood still for a bit, then unbuckled and unzipped her pants, slipped one hand just under the top of her Mom panties, her other hand massaging her breast. She appeared to anticipate...
"Are you wet?" I asked.
She said, "Yes" and I said "Prove it to me." Her right hand moved further down under her panties. She shifted a bit and her legs spread. She took in a slow breath closed her eyes. She brought up her right hand and showed it to me, her fingers were wet.
"Come over here," I said. She walked to me, I took her hand by the wrist and brought it to my nose, smelling her fingers and gave them a lick. She smelled very strongly musky, as I expected. I then moved her hand and offered her her own fingers and said, "suck them clean."
She put her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them.
I told her to go back to where she had been standing. She absent mindedly was still licking and sucking on her fingers. She stood there, shirt open revealing her large bra clad breasts, pants unbuckled and around her hips, her white Mom panties pushed down slightly.
"Do you shave?" I asked.
She said, "Yes."
"Bare?"
She replied "No, I leave a landing strip."
"Do you want to cum?" I asked.
She smiled, "Pleasure yourself" I said... she moved her right hand back under her panties until her hand was fully between her legs. The movement of her pants up and down was not simple clit rubbing, she was finger fucking herself. She moved her left hand off her breast to her belly and I said, "I didn't tell you to do that". She stopped and moved her hand back to her tits.
In a few minutes she was flushed, I said, "Play with your breast under your bra." She moved her right hand over her bra to her left breast. She began breathing faster and bent her legs at the knees a bit which spread her legs but they were limited by her pants which were still around her hips.
I sat there watching and trying to decide where to go next with this. Then I had an idea.
"Melinda, STOP," I said suddenly and with a raised voice.
Her eyes popped open and she froze. I calmly said to her, "Listen very carefully and do exactly as I tell you... go to the bedroom, take all your clothes off and toss them into this room, next to the bed you'll find something to cover your eyes, lay down on the bed, across it, not with your head on the pillows, cover yourself except for your head, cover your eyes, then call to me. Do you understand?"
I said this very slowly because I was making it up as I went. Melinda was a good friend and I didn't want to endanger her conviction to not cheat on her husband and her lover. Ya, it was odd, but that was her choice.
Melinda nodded.
The chair I was in was situated to see the TV but not into the bathroom hall.