To recap. I had answered a listing on craigslist from a married mom that wanted nasty stories sent to her email account. I sent one, and 'Jane' loved it. This is the follow up to 'Who Wants to Tell Me a Story'.
So I responded to the listing. I sent the email to the craigslist account. I was drinking when I read it, and had done a few more shots while writing the story you see above. I almost forgot about it over the next couple of days - well like I said almost forgot about it.
After a week I got this email...
OMG nicenastymann. I got a number of responses. A lot of them were a line or two and then a picture of the guys junk. Yuck. And of course asking for me to send pictures back.
Yes. Send me more! I don't care what about. Let me try to shock you - I like EVERYTHING!! And how did you guess about my needing to play with myself as I read your story about 'us'? My hand, my vibrator and some other toys has been in and out of my pussy since I got your email.
Can I tell you that my poor husbands cock has been getting a workout since I got your story?
Call me 'Jane'. Call yourself 'Dick'. And I have had two fantasies lately that I'm going to challenge you to write me about. One involves me as the 'entertainment' of a party; the other is where I play with a man's cock an balls for hours, keeping him on the edge but denying him from cumming.
Jane
Wow. Now what do I do? I really didn't expect there to even be a 'Jane'. I figured all I was going to get was some come on spam from Russian chicks who want to come to the U.S. or something like that.
Well old son I tell myself, are you having fun? Because if you are then you should respond with some more. Smiling to myself I start writing back.
Hi Jane,
I have to tell you I'm also surprised. After a couple of days I figured the listing was just spam bait, and I was resigned to getting a mailbox full of letters from desperate Russian/Latin/African/Martian singles wanting to connect with me. So let's return to our first day in the master bath...
"Hmm, Dick while this is very nice the floor is chilly. I'm getting cold. I think we should get up."
"Then can I offer a shower and then some lunch followed by a tour of the place?" We get up, and I get a couple of towels laid out and we get into the shower.
Like I had said, when I redid the bath I put in a huge shower, made it big enough for four. I put in the tile floor and walls then had a big glass front installed and there are shower fixtures on three walls. We get in and luxuriate in the warm water, taking our time playing, kissing and caressing; we even get a bit of washing in.
Finished, the water off and I'm drying you in one of the towels. "I don't have anything to wear here, and I really don't want to put my panties back on. They got, hmm, shall we say damp on the drive over? Unless you have some things I can slip into."
"Jane, didn't you notice I don't have neighbors close by? You're fine in what you have right now, absolutely nothing. And very delicious to the eye by the way." You turn to me, smile on your face and eyes twinkling. You put your hands up to your head and do a shimmy-shake with your hips.
"And you not able to concentrate because you're staring at my butt? Oh no sir. And I like the idea of some lunch."
"Okay, how about I get you an old oversized shirt. It'll be just enough to cover the good parts, and I'll still be able to feast my eyes on your very lovely butt. OK?"
You agree, we go into the master bedroom. I pull out an oversized mesh black tank top – you look at me with a look of mock exasperation but put it on. The bottom of the shirt just barely covers your pussy lips, perfect! I toss on a pair of cotton shorts and lead downstairs to the kitchen.
We get some sandwiches made, and I put a selection of microbrewery beer into a bucket with some ice that I keep handy for outside along with a couple of glasses. The kitchen door leads to a deck where I have a table and some chairs and benches. I had built a pergola over the deck and it provides some shade. I lead the way out there and we have our lunch. I explain one of the reasons why I bought the place was the privacy it gave. I'm back off the main road, and the property was mostly surrounded by state land. We finish our food, and open a couple more beers and lounge back in our chairs.
You sit back and hook a leg over the arm of your chair exposing your pussy to me. You give me a devilish smile then lick the rim of your beer glass. "This is nice. So tell me, do you have any idea of how we are going to do this? Things happened so quickly I'm a little confused."