Naomi Porter watched her son as he rooted through the attic junk. Rees was a good boy and, at eighteen years old, could have found much more interesting things to do with his time than help his mother clear out rubbish - of that much Naomi was sure.
"There's a big box of clothes down here." He called
"Okay, can you pull it over so we can see what's in it?"
As Rees struggled to pull the large crate out into a space where they could both inspect the contents, Naomi looked around the gloom of the attic. All this stuff seemed like it belonged to another lifetime, an unfulfilled lifetime she had shared with her, now, ex-husband. At thirty four years old, Naomi Porter's fortune - and her life - had changed almost eleven years ago.
She had been singing one night at a local charity benefit in her local town. There had been talk amongst the performers of the possible arrival of a talent scout from a big city firm and, of course, Naomi was also excited at the prospect of being "discovered". But she was a realist and never really expected to get noticed herself. Besides which, if she had of been seen, she knew that her husband would have put up fierce opposition to her taking off for a life on tour.
But Naomi was noticed. Her performance that night was one of the best of her life and she excelled, putting the rest of the performers that night firmly in the shade of her lime-light. The scout had little choice. She was the freshest thing that he had seen for ages and he lost no time in offering her a series of bookings, singing backing to one of the top stars that his company managed. Naomi knew that there would be fights and heated arguements at home, but she also knew that there was one person, one man, that would be on her side and support her.
"Just seems to be a few old dresses and an old computer in here."
Rees's voice snapped Naomi from her daydream and brought hr back to the present. Slowly she peered into the box. She knew what was in there even before she looked and her skin was already beginning to tingle with anticipation. Her hand reached in and touched the soft material of the dress. It was folded neatly and she carefully blew the dust from the fabric. She brought the garment up to her face and inhaled the dusty aroma. Dispite the dust the familiar scent came rushing back to assault her senses like an electric shock.
"Guess we better throw all this junk out?" Rees commented.
But Naomi was lost in her own thoughts. She stood in front of a mirror that was against the wall and wiped the thick dust away with her hand. She held the dress in front of her. Her thoughts were now completely lost in a dream-like world as she remembered back to the last day she had worn the dress - the day her career started....
Naomi sang all the way back home in the car. She felt as light as the very air itself and she seemed to float in through the front door. Her hand reached out for the light switch. As the lounge suddenly became illuminated her heart fell as she remembered she was the only one in the house. Her husband was working away again and her father was looking after young Rees for the night at his home only a few miles away. She checked her watch and felt her heart race slightly. It was 11pm. She knew there was one person that she could tell her news to that would be pleased for her. She just hoped that Bob would still be on-line.
Leaping the stairs two at a time she hurried to her bedroom and the computer - her only means of contact with a man she had never met but made her feel so good, so wanted. Naomi cursed the machine as the cables from her microphone and camera became entangled. She checked her watch again and felt a rising panic. She had to log on soon to the Internet or he might be gone. She was so excited and wanted to share her joyful news with him.
The dial-up delay seemed to last for ages as she watched the blank screen. She could feel her palms sweating slightly.
Waiting...waiting..waiting...and the suddenly she was on-line. Her eyes searched in vain for Bob's name and her heart sank as she realised that he wasn't there.
"Fuck!" she swore under her breath.
Deciding to leave the computer running for a few minutes, Naomi, disappointed at not being able to share her feelings, started to prepare for bed. It would be a long conversation with her husband on his return tomorrow, she reasoned, so better get a good nights sleep. But she knew that sleep wasn't what she really wanted.
Just as she was sitting on her bed and about to take her high heeled shoes off, Naomi heard the familiar sound of the log-in chimes from the computer speakers. For a moment she was sure that her heart had stopped beating. She froze, her shoe half dangling from her stockinged foot, her breath held in anticipation. Could it be him? She hardly dared to think. She wanted so much to check the screen for his name again, but was scared that it would only be one of her girlfriends trying to find out how the concert went.
Slowly she moved towards the computer. She caught her breath as she saw his name highlighted. He was there! Another chime from the speakers indicated that he had sent her a message. Her fingers trembled on the keyboard as she looked.
*How are you, sweetheart? How was the concert?*
He had remembered! She knew that he would never let her down! Her fingers began to fly across the keys as she typed her reply. She seemed to type and type, telling him all about the concert and how the scout had approached her afterwards.
*You're on your way! I knew it would happen!*
The message was clear and to the point. Naomi and Bob had been conversing via the internet for nearly a year and in that time she had revealed more about her innermost desires and fantasies to this man than she had to anyone else in her life. He knew well her ambition to succeed as a singer, but she had also told him of her need for a dominant male. Bob had fulfilled this need in every way apart from physical contact. He was firm with her but gentle, teasing her mind with his words and setting her body on fire with his suggested instructions.
*Did you wear the black dress?*
Again the computer chimed as the message flashed up in front tof her eyes. Naomi smiled. Bob had told her to wear the dress for the concert and he knew full well that she wouldn't disappoint him
*Yes I did!*
*I told you it would help, didn't I!*
*Yes!..actually I just got home...I'm still wearing it!*
There was a long pause. Smoetimes Naomi thought that Bob did this on purpose just to tease her. When his reply finally came it was, as always, short and to the point.
*Show me*
Naomi held her breath for a moment. For months the couple had been enjoying a very close on-line relationship; intimate. They had both masturbated for each other and described the feelings that their actions elicited. They had teased and stimulated each other vebally, but the camera was new and Naomi was still a little shy about it.
*Show me*
The message popped up again on Naomi's screen, promting her to reply. She knew she wanted to show him, she knew that letting this man see her in the clothes that he had selected for her to wear was exactly what he wanted. She wanted it too but her fingers shook as she clicked the button to connect her camera.
Bob Reynolds sat at his computer and watched the screen. He had sensed that, tonight, his Naomi was more excited than usual. He prided himself on knowing her well and could usually tell what sort of mood she was in. He had asked her to show herself on her camera before, but when she was reluctant he hadn't pushed the request. But this time he knew was different and his eyes lit up when he saw the picture of her bedroom displayed on his screen.
Slowly, Naomi appeared on the screen sitting on the edge of her bed in front of her computer. Bob almost gasped. She was so beautiful. More beautiful than the picture that she had sent him made her look. He could see her smiling at him and could almost make out a twinkle in her eye. The dress also looked extremely attractive. Short and black - as she had described. She turned and Bob could see the zipper that ran down the back. He could also see the black stockings that he had also requested that she wear. There were a pair of black high heeled shoes left on the carpet and Bob smiled to himself. Naomi's stocking feet were always a turn on for him and he loved to advise her on what colour nail polish to wear.
Suddenly he was aware that he was watching another man's wife, but this couldn't really be construed as cheating, he reasoned, and Naomi had told him on many occasions that sex with her husband had never been exciting. The look on her face told him that his Naomi was just as keen to continue this as he was!
Naomi could almost feel her on-line lover watching her. She was in a strange mood - that much she knew. So much had happened tonight and she wanted to keep the dream-like evening alive. She wanted to please Bob so much. She knew that he had been disappointed by her earlier reluctance to connect her camera but adored him for the unceasing patience that he had shown. But tonight she wanted to go further with him. She wanted to make their relationship as complete as possible. Her whole body seemed to tingle in anticipation and, when the request finally came, she was more than ready for it.
*Pull the dress up please, Naomi.*
She took a deep breath and held it. This was the moment that she had been waiting for and she wanted to make it good for her man. She licked her lips as she grasped the hem of the black dress and began to slowly pull it up over her lithe body.
Bob could feel the pressure buliding in the crotch of his jeans as he saw his beauty's body slowly exposed. Naomi always gave him an erection and he had masturbated to climax on several occasions as she talked to him. But this was different. He had plans!
For a moment Bob had trouble expressing how he felt. He knew that Naomi loved the way he talked to her; how he put his thoughts into words and how he described to her exactly what he wanted her to do. She had never let him down and he offered a silent prayer that his brain wouldn't fail him now.
*You look sensational!* was all he could manage to say at that point and cursed himself for his lack of imagination as soon as he had sent the message. His eyes were glued to the screen and he saw Naomi smile at him. He relaxed. He sensed that the ice had been broken and all of a sudden ideas began to flood his mind.
Dispite the cool night air, Naomi felt hotter than she had ever felt in her life. The dress lay crumpled on the floor as she sat on the bed in just a pair of black panties and her stockings. She could feel that her nipples were hard and swollen - this was something that always happened when she talked to Bob. She longed to touch them, feel the stiff protrusions dig into her palms as she massaged the firm orbs, but she knew better. She knew to wait for his words before acting herself.
*Touch your breasts for me*
