Following their heated cyber-reunion, Steve and Anna's Messenger sessions became regular, though they couldn't be called frequent as both had other commitments and distractions. Even at this reduced level, Anna looked forward to his contacts, which though at a distance were more stimulating than her sometimes boyfriend's rather boring approach.
In particular, she looked forward to his lascivious suggestions for exploring the internet, from pornographic photos and films, through advice and how-to sites, culture, tourism and erotic stories. She particularly liked the latter, enjoying the opportunity to imagine the stories in her own fantasy world and to picture indulging in her favourite sexual pastimes and branching out into areas she had only ever dreamt of.
Steve was an avid reader and sent her recommendations that took her back to their days together. They had thought themselves adventurous in those days when she stripped and masturbated for and with him, sometimes for him to photograph, though the prints from the film they processed together rarely came out well -- they were too busy having sex in the darkroom!
But nowadays there was a whole new world of adventure to read about. Just remembering their light bondage sessions made her all wet and flustered. To read about stronger sessions with ropes and not just ribbons, forced orgasms and multiple participants ticked her curiosity, though not enough to do anything about it. Then there was the exhibitionist streak in her that she had never let surface except in those very private photo sessions. The idea of going without her panties in a public place or going out in public with a toy inside her was exciting to the point of distraction.
But the scenarios that caused the most distraction were, somewhat to her surprise, the romantic lesbian encounters and first time stories. Anna had always liked the curves and softness of the female body and was intrigued by the idea that another girl would have an instinctive understanding of how to give her sexual pleasure, something that many men did not even aspire to. She found herself appraising girls at work, while shopping and at the health club that she frequented after work to use the indoor pool. She found that she loved the diversity of builds, breast sizes and shapes, nipple contours and colours, waxing styles, tattoos and body jewellery on display, especially the girls from the fitness class that ended at about the time she usually left the pool.
She had noticed that some of the girls in that group in particular, from 18 to perhaps 32 years old, were very playful in an openly sexual way, though never directed at her. With her slim, well preserved body and still-perky breasts, she could easily pass for one of their age group, but they were a very tight circle, showing no interest in her at all. They always hung around chatting, in particular half-a-dozen who were never dressed by the time she left for home.
That was until one evening Anna felt like doing a few more lengths of the pool and wandered into the changing room a full twenty minutes later than usual. As she entered the wet half of the room, she peeled off her swimsuit and wrapped herself in her towel. Before she got to her locker to retrieve her bag, sounds from the other side of the room caught her attention and, unless she was mistaken, the low moaning she was hearing could only be sexual!
