"Thanks for the pic. I definitely approve."
The message's sender was Stacy, a young woman whom I had met online. She had e-mailed me to tell me how much she'd enjoyed an erotic story I'd written and posted on a site devoted to such things. I shared a few other stories with her and our friendship grew through our online chats.
"Well you aren't so bad yourself," was my reply.
That was an understatement. Stacy had sent her pic first. The woman in the picture was young and pretty with medium length blonde hair and a mischievous smile on her face. She might be described more as "cute" than "sexy", but bore a resemblance to actress Kirsten Dunst. I don't assume that everyone is who they claim to be online. A face-to-face web cam chat quickly erased any doubts that the person I was chatting with was the girl in the pictures.
It was late summer 2004 and I had been single since spring. My ex and I had maintained a covert fuck-buddy relationship until early July when she met another guy she wanted to date. Our sexual encounters had been sporadic at best, but I still was missing the regular sex.
Stacy's mind impressed me more than her looks. Despite being six years my junior she was far better read than I, though terribly humble about herself. Stacy was a quiet book-worm and a bit of a nerd, though hardly looked the part. She was a competitive dancer in high school and continued to judge some sort of national competition.
We exchanged slightly more revealing pics. She was always partially clothed, but did send one of her in a bikini and another in boy shorts and an undershirt. Her body was a marvel, fit and firm, with a tight flat stomach and even tighter ass that had just enough hips to it to be feminine. Her ass was her favorite feature, with good reason. I could see her legs were smooth and just as toned.
Stacy was a study in contrasts. She was bubbling with sexual energy and highly flirtatious, yet she had limited sexual experience. She had given head to the only real boyfriend she ever had, and he'd touched her pussy a little. They had gone no further; she was a virgin. Being naturally shy and introspective she didn't seek out boyfriends, and despite being attractive, her timidity had slowed her social outlets. She also was seriously ill her senior year of high school, a popular time to have sex the first time. Between the illness and her natural shyness she hadn't stayed close to her high school friends.
I think my flirtation with her was successful in part because I didn't take it very seriously. I was candid and open about my sexual desires and experiences rather than being vague like I often am in "first date" sort of situations. She was equally open with me, though she was obviously longer on desires than experiences. She was perfectly willing to tell me how much she enjoyed her vibrator and her modest porn collection. The anonymity of the internet let us be more open than we might have otherwise.
One night while chatting she upped the ante. "So I've seen the top half of you naked, and I definitely like. Wouldn't mind running my hands all over your stomach and chest. I'm just wondering when I get to see that big cock you write about."
"What makes you think that I've got a big dick? I think most guys give themselves big cocks when they write."
"Well then I guess I want to find out," she said. I was rock hard and figured she wouldn't be disappointed.
"Ok, I'll turn on my cam." I quickly stripped and activated my web cam.
"Oh my. That IS quite nice. Very impressive. I bet a girl could do a lot with that, if she could handle it all."
"Do you think you could?"
"I don't know. Remember, I haven't handled ANY cock yet. But I wouldn't mind trying." I didn't take her too seriously, but certainly enjoyed her compliments and showing off a little. She didn't return the favor completely, but did strip down to her bra and panties for me on camera that night.
Stacy lived about a ninety minute drive north of me, near LA. We continued our sexually charged conversations for a few weeks before I broached the idea of hanging out in person sometime, with no expectations of where it might lead. She agreed, and after a phone call we met for the first time the following Saturday. It was marked largely by nervousness and a degree of shyness on both our parts, despite having been so revealing online. Still, we managed to translate our great conversational compatibility to real life.
Late in the afternoon we ended up in my room talking on my bed. I went in for a kiss, and happily she responded. We made out for a good while, though with restraint on both our parts. I didn't want to tease myself nor push this somewhat innocent yet highly sexual girl. Yet kissing can be its own reward, and I enjoyed groping her body through her clothes. She admitted afterwards that she had been really hoping I would make a move and was both ecstatic and relieved when I did. Later when we said our goodbyes we made plans to hang out the following weekend.
The next weekend I drove up to visit her. Stacy lived with her mom and grandparents in a modest town home. She went to college full time and worked part time to help pay rent and for a little shopping money. Her mother was saving to buy a new home, as after her divorce neither she nor her ex could afford the payments on their previous house. I felt it was rather sweet of Stacy to stay with her mom and help pay rent, but nevertheless hoped it wouldn't interfere with our fun. Stacy's place was a pain to locate, since it was nestled within a community with confusing building numbers. Finally with her guidance over the phone I was able to find her place.
I had made really good time driving up to her place. This was somewhat unfortunate because I was earlier than I'd told her I would be. Her mother let me in and informed me Stacy had just finished showering. I silently lamented Stacy's living situation, because her being wet and fresh out of the shower could have had fun possibilities otherwise.
Stacy's mom was a nice, heavyset woman. The home itself was about what I expected. It was crowded with stuff that didn't fit in their temporary smaller house. Stacy's room was upstairs, and once dressed she came down to liberate me from her mother. She looked slightly panicked and nervous. I smiled at her reassuringly and her face instantly relaxed.
She gave me a quick tour. Her room was really nice, and I swear I'm not biased because of what went on in it. I was jealous of her room's own bathroom with full tub and shower, which I hoped we could put to good use later.
Stacy looked very cute in a white halter top and low rise jeans that clung to her lovely ass. We decided to go walk around the mall. In the car Stacy's seatbelt shifted her top. It was rather light and loose, and I was able to catch a glimpse of her light pink nipple by looking down her shirt. Stacy is small chested and had opted against wearing a bra. She didn't appear to notice me peeking, and my appetite was whetted for what was to come.
Wandering around the mall was fun. Neither of us was really in the mood to buy anything. She seemed happy just to spend time with me and preferred to go into the stores I was interested in. The date was fun though not especially remarkable as far as such things go. We talked, laughed and occasionally found excuses to touch each other flirtatiously. After grabbing some lunch we headed back to her complex to lie by the pool and enjoy the weather.
Lying by the pool was nice. Seeing Stacy in a bikini was inspiring, and I could tell she enjoyed seeing me in only my trunks. If seeing Stacy half dressed was nice, talking to her was truly wonderful. She's amazingly easy to talk to and definitely has many ideas on topics that I had not yet considered. I appreciate it when people are thoughtful and have their beliefs for a reason. We traded off asking each other questions while we soaked up some rays, and then decided to try out the hot tub.
We hopped into the tiny hot tub near the pool, which was semi-private at best. The sun was high in the sky that bright afternoon. We twiddled our thumbs for a few short minutes before the tension got the best of us and our lips met. There was kissing and groping and even some heavy petting though our swimsuits. We paid no mind to the only other person in the pool area, a middle aged man who was lying on the other side of the pool. If he noticed us at all he didn't care, because he was facing away the whole time. Regardless, making out in public with a really cute blonde girl is a wonderful experience and had a bit of an exhibitionistic element to it. I certainly took the opportunity to squeeze her ass as she sat on my lap and ground her pussy against my cock, our lips locked together. At one point she even reached under my suit and stroked my dick beneath the swirling water.
When the limits of public displays were reached we wrapped our towels around ourselves and retreated to her room. Luckily her mom wasn't around to ask any embarrassing questions. Stacy dropped her towel in front of her mirror and began brushing out her hair. Her wet bikini clung to her body in an enticing manner. I dropped my own towel and came up behind her, placing my hands on her hips gently. I slid my own hips forward and pressed my rock hard cock against her lovely ass through our wet swimsuits. Her eyes remained focused on the mirror image of us while I moved my mouth to her neck. I sucked and nibbled her neck as my hands slid up and down, exploring her body, occasionally glancing up to see my counterpart in the mirror doing the exact same thing to his Stacy.
When my hands began trying to liberate her top from her body she decided we needed a tad more security. She squirmed away from me over to her door, which she locked. She picked up her remote and turned on the small TV atop her dresser to create background noise. She then turned to me and gave me the sort of look a woman gives the man she wants to be ravished by. I got the message clearly.
I imagined I was quite the sight for her, standing not two feet away, wet and half dressed. Yet she waited for me to make the next move. I did, taking her into my arms and kissing the young beauty. We moved to her bed and soon our hands and mouths were everywhere. I finally took off her top, exposing her hard light pink nipples atop small firm breasts. I fondled her breasts, suckled her nipples. She moaned with appreciative passion, lust overcoming her nerves.
I slid up her body and kissed her once more, grinding my erection against her pussy through our clothes. Despite my lustful state I took my time, savoring each new shared experience, treasuring the whole experience.
Finally I took off her bottoms and got to see her fully naked for the first time. It was worth the wait. Her pussy was beautiful with a lovely haircut of a small strip above her clit and shaved lips. Her lips and clit were of balanced size, and she truly had one of the prettiest pussies I've seen.
In our conversations we had discussed spanking as a sexual activity, one which she had a lot of curiosity about and no experience with. I had spanked women playfully, but never beyond playfulness or a random lustful swat during a heated moment. This would be spanking as foreplay. Stacy's firm ass demanded to be spanked if one ever did.
