Jen took off all her clothes and stepped into the shower.
The warm water splashed over her naked body...flowing quickly down her back and shoulders...streaming over her chest and bare breasts...down further over her tummy and running like a river into her trimmed bush...flowing over her ass and between her legs...and finally running down her legs and feet...soaking her in massaging warmth.
It was the most peaceful place in the world. No kids...no dirty dishes..no rattling noise in the van...no moody hubby like he had been this morning...nothing but Jen, wet, warm, becoming clean and fresh again.
And no computer to tempt her. Tempt her to....what?
It had been several days since her last chat with Brenda...another hot, fantasizing, masturbation sex chat with this wonderful friend she had met...but with the shock of learning that they were much closer than she had thought.
Jen had deliberately not thought about where Brenda lived...keeping the mystery perhaps, the anonymity, the sense that this friend lived only in cyberspace rather than being a living, breathing, normal woman just like Jen herself. But suddenly, almost accidentally, they realized they lived in the same Big City after all.
For a brief moment Jen had had visions of Brenda living...where...on the next street...maybe their kids were at the same school...perhaps they had stood in line together at the grocery store...oh man...
But after a few tentative questions..."north side?" "how suburban?"....they figured they were perhaps an hour away from each other. Too...scared?...to be too precise...but both silently thinking...wondering...whether this chatty friendship might possibly turn into something more.
Something a lot more.
Jen was so busy thinking...remembering...that she stood still in the shower...eyes closed, not washing, not touching either...even tho she felt that familiar tingling. The special, exciting, unique arousal she felt when she thought about Brenda...about Brenda her friend, her special friend...the outlet for her fantasies...her...her masturbation partner...her cybersex lover even..but so much more as well.
All Jen's sex fantasies made her feel guilty...but chatting with Brenda was wonderful precisely because she understood the guilt. Brenda knew everything, because she felt it too...the terribly mixed feelings...the way the guilt fed the arousal...how being bad was so hot.
When Jen chatted to anyone else online, it was sex talk..fast and furious...get the clothes off...get the fingers moving, push it further, get off, get off, get off. But with Brenda, it was so much more...it was confession, sharing, the wonderful sense of not being alone in this. It was equal parts support and arousal...that even as they laid out their agony, they got hornier and hornier...until they satisfied themselves and each other through dirty naughty wonderful masturbation.
And now...a whole new realm of possibilities. What to do???????
Her eyes were still closed as she felt the tingling grow. And soon, as if it was inevitable, Jen began to touch herself. Lightly, so familiarly, just massaging her tummy at first...fingers moving through the waterfall..then up a bit...brushing her breasts...one hand down along her side...down past her waist...moving closer.
She rarely orgasmed in the shower...but loved to touch like this...just building the tingles...especially as one hand brushed her nipples...sensitive despite the hot steam...while the other made its familiar way through her hair...her own private secret hair...closer and closer.
As she opened down below, her mind raced with the new possibilities she had already thought about so many times. The idea of...meeting Brenda. For real. Just to see her...to see into her eyes...to know once and for all the realness of all this. That Brenda was real, a woman who surely looked perfectly normal but secretly went home and masturbated about sex with women, surfing the net looking for porn and sex partners, but then went back out in public looking totally normal and respectable. As respectable as Jen seemed to others.
Jen excited herself so much just thinking of this...just a glimpse of the real Brenda...that she sometimes never went further...to the idea of....of....BEING with Brenda. Privately and secretly. Getting naked with Brenda...the two of them undressing each other....unbuttoning and unzipping each other...undoing bras...Jen taking off Brenda's panties for her...ohhhh. And that could be just the start.
The start of a lot more.
Now Jen was rubbing quicker, faster. Fingers probing...massaging her exposed clit now...others moving in and out of her openness...quick touches to the breasts and nipples...as she built herself up to a rare shower orgasm. Thinking of being naked with Brenda...masturbating together...still talking and sharing like in chat...but bodies touching...probing..fondling...licking.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Jen came in the shower, legs shaking.
Oh man. How long had she been standing there? She quickly, efficiently, mechanically washed herself, sparing her hair today, hardly letting herself think about anything except the day's errands. Soon she was dripping on the bathroom floor, towel quickly covering her nakedness, moving to the bedroom to dress, still hardly letting her thoughts wander. She felt guilty again...not so much for masturbating again about Brenda, but just for the time she had wasted. Think of the hot water bill alone.
But occasionally, a tingle emerged again. And Jen kept thinking. She had already entertained so many ideas in her mind...even thinking...just how it could happen.
They could meet...for coffee..maybe at the big mall where the interstates met...just meet...but...she remembered...all those big hotels there...respectable, anonymous...as respectable and normal as Jen and Brenda themselves. A place where they could...if they wanted...they could...
Oh man. She had put panties on...but suddenly felt the urge to take them off again. Without thinking, she began to finger herself inside her panties....then massaging her tits...still bare...turning to the mirror again where she always got off watching herself masturbate.
And now she was doing it again...stripping off the clean fresh panties...baldly rubbing her clit like the sex-crazed slut she was...needing to get off again...inflaming her thoughts with Brenda fantasies.
Soon she was on the bed...her favorite position...ass up and exposed...fingers mashed between the pillow and her pussy...fondling and rubbing her tits...naked and masturbating.
Her horny mind raced and filled in all the blanks. It was all so simple. She and Brenda could meet....late in the morning, enough time to send the kids off and drive there...at the coffee shop at the west end of the mall...but hotels nearby...no problem finding a discreet quiet respectable place...then they would meet...maybe getting soaking wet right there...hardly making it to the hotel...then getting naked with Brenda...having...having...sex with Brenda...real sex...not cyber masturbation....real sex with Brenda. Jennifer and Brenda together having sex.
Oh mannnnnnnnnnnnn. She was cummmmming again. It was so sexy and glorious.
But soon again, it was a glow mixed with guilt. Holy crap...what was she getting herself into? A lesbian affair? And what if Brenda was really crazy...way weirder than she appeared...some freak lying or manipulating Jen for who knows what possible reason. That could be even worse than just sleeping with another woman...which...was pretty bad. Cheating.
But really, any worse than already sharing deep naughty fantasies and mutually masturbating online, virtually licking each other's pussy and having imaginary sex? Jen's mind went back and forth. Crap. It was so complicated. There never seemed to be an easy answer...other than stop everything...which had failed so many times before.
It hung like a heavy weight in her mind as she dressed and got ready to face the world...or at least her kitchen.
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It was mid-afternoon and Brenda was bored. Bored bored bored...again. She could...clean the fridge. She could pay some bills. She could sort out the kids' clothes. She could go to the mall and see things she couldnt afford. She could go grocery shopping and navigate around all the seniors and their motorized carts.
Or she could go online and have some hot sex chat.
So..inevitably...like always...she soon logged on...and there was Jen. Jen, who she hadn't talked to since their...what...their revelation. Jen, so close.
"Hi."
"Hi."
