Cheri lay sleeping by my side. She was turned toward me with her head on her arm, her red hair cascading over it, partially hiding her face. I lay there propping my head up on my hand, gazing at her trim nude body, watching her breasts heave a little with each breath. Her legs were bent slightly at the knees, such that I could barely make out the tuft of pubic hair peeking out between them. I looked at the wet spot on the bedspread and smiled to myself.
Reaching over to stroke her side, I ran my fingers up to her soft inviting breasts. Her nipples immediately regained the erect state that they had been in for most of the past hour. Cheri opened her eyes and pushed her hair away from them. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled back at me. Grabbing my head she pulled me closer and gave me a deep, penetrating kiss. Laughing, she got up and sauntered into the bathroom. I watched with delight as her ass swayed with each step. She sat down on the toilet and looked back at me through the open doorway, smiling that wicked little smile of hers.
We had just made love for the first time and had, in fact, only just met, in person, for the first time an hour earlier. But we had known each other and had been intimate on-line with each other for about a month. I marveled to myself how this sweet vixen had seduced me into the this hotel room so many miles away from my home, so many miles away from my wife and family.
It all started out innocently enough. I had discovered the internet and was having fun surfing and meeting people. Finding that I liked to flirt, I found myself looking through the profiles on the various services looking for interesting women. I never dreamed that there were so many women that liked to talk and flirt with strange men. I was discovering a side of myself that I didn't know existed. Well, maybe I knew that it existed, but I was finding a means to express that side.
While looking through the profiles of these women, I came across Cheri's profile. At first glance, it didn't sound promising. Her picture was lovely, but in her comments section she spelled out her "rules" and the first rule was "No sexually explicit chat". Now I wasn't specifically looking for sexually explicit chat, I was looking to flirt, but I didn't want to rule out that possibility. She indicated that she liked to flirt, however, and there was something very alluring about her photograph that I went ahead and sent her a letter introducing myself.
Later that day, I got an e-mail from her, telling me that she had looked at my profile and that she thought that it would be fun corresponding.
At first there wasn't much in the way of flirtation going on, but we did exchange a lot of information about ourselves and our families. By her descriptions, it was clear that she liked to wear provocative outfits and reveled in the wolf whistles that she seemed to get on a regular basis. As we got to know each other, it came out that her marriage was not as fulfilling as she would like and that she was having an affair. Although I had been very happily married for quite a long time, I did not chide her for her affair, and made a strong effort to support her.
Her e-mails were long and detailed and she talked about shopping with her daughter and her travails at finding a new job. I talked about my kids and my wife's up-coming birthday party. As we exchanged a few notes, she began adding a few very flirtatious comments. Terrific double entendres that suggested a deep-seeded passion that was lurking there inside her. Of course, I jumped at the chance to respond in kind. But there was nothing to suggest what was to come later.
I suggested that we meet sometime in Instant Messenger so we could chat. I knew that this would be a little tricky because we were several times zones apart.
Getting up on a Sunday morning and immediately going to look at my e-mail, I logged into the IM service. I have a few friends with whom I chat on Sunday mornings. Just as I was getting ready to log off at about 11 o'clock, I got a message from Cheri. It was 8 o'clock her time and she had just gotten up. I had made a comment in my last e-mail that she had the "attitude". My meaning was that I thought she was sexy not so much because of her good looks, but because of her demeanor.
She opened our chat with "So you think I've got attitude?"
I was surprised and delighted to see her on-line. We chatted cordially and it didn't take long before were we flirting up a storm. She told me a highly provocative story about a customer coming into her store. I teased her and told her what I would have done, had I been the man she was waiting on.
