I meet C about six months ago on Twitter. I'm calling her C to keep her identity secret. The events of this story are about what happened after she contacted me.
I have an active Twitter account with a large number of followers. My account has a good number of sexy women and couples who follow me. One afternoon, I received a DM from a follower. It was C. I noticed she lived in the same state as me. As it turns out, she not only lived in the same state but lived in a neighboring city.
C is a sexy blonde who is about forty years old. She is a housewife. She is a mom with a few kids and has a loving husband. C has a naughty side. A naughty side that her husband has seen, but this is not a side of her that many others know about.
"We live fairly close to each other, maybe ten minutes away." I messaged her through Twitter.
"Yes, we are close to each other. Tell me about you." C messaged me.
We messaged off and on for a few days. It was a nice conversation. Unlike most of my followers on Twitter, C lived close to me and there was a real possibility of meeting. This changes things a good amount. You start thinking about them differently knowing you could actually meet.
My Twitter account is completely sexual. So is hers. She was new on Twitter. I have had my profile much longer and have more followers. It wasn't long before the messaging turned sexual.
She sent me a pic of her body. I sent her one of mine. She has an amazing body. Her body is tone. She looked athletic. I loved the way she dressed in her pics, she looked very fashionable.
"So what are you looking for on Twitter?" I messaged her.
"Well, my husband and I started this account so we could play as a couple. Unfortunately he hasn't been involved in the account since setting it up." C replied.
"I understand. So you are now on here solo? You looking to play solo as well?" I asked.
"Originally, we were going to meet another woman, then maybe another man. I thought we were going to play as a couple. Since that didn't happen, I guess, yes, I'm open to playing solo at this point." C messaged.
C and I continued to message. She told me her turn ons. She told me about things she had done, and things she still wanted to do. I found her to be incredible sexual. She is daring. She is fun. She seems willing to take risks.
"Have you ever been blindfolded? Tied up?" I asked.
"I want to be!" C replied.
"Would that turn you on? To be blindfolded and not completely sure who is in front of you? Or who is fucking you?" I asked.
"Fuck! I would love that! It's turning me on just thinking about it!" C answered.
"Let's do it then!" I told her.
"I'm game!" She replied. "I'm getting a hotel room tomorrow."
"Hotel room?" I asked.
"Yes, my husband and I are going out tomorrow night. We have kids at home and sometimes we like to get a room, so we can really get into fucking. I guess you have to do what you have to do when you have kids at home." C answered.
"I understand. I can see how a kid banging on the bedroom door can kill the mood." I replied.
"I get the room earlier in the day. My husband and I don't use it until that evening. Maybe we could use it earlier that day?" C asked.
"I like that. What time will you get the room?" I asked.
"Maybe about noon or one. And...if I were to invite you up, how would you want things to go?" C asked.
In my time messaging C, I had been completely open about my turn ons. She knew I loved to be dominant. She knew I loved a woman who dressed up. She knew I loved to push limits. I was getting so hard just at the thought of having my way with her.
"Are you willing to be my sex toy for the afternoon?" I asked.
"Completely! Just tell me what you want." C answered.
I paused for a moment. I had always loved the idea of fucking a complete stranger. C wasn't a stranger, but in a way, she was. It's like the best of all worlds. She was someone who I felt like I knew intimately based on our conversations, but also someone I had never actually met. She is someone I didn't really have any ties too.
"I want you to meet me at the hotel tomorrow. I want you to wear some sexy high heels, thigh highs, and a tight and short black dress or skirt." I told her.
"I can do that. I have the perfect dress and heels to wear. You want me to wear thigh highs too? Sexy! Maybe lingerie underneath the dress." She answered.
"I'll leave the lingerie part to you. Maybe just thigh highs and panties." I told her.
"Any other requests? You want me to bring my toy bag?" She asked.
"Actually, yes, and yes. There is more, and I want you to bring your toy bag." I told her.
"Good, I love toys. What else do you want?" She asked.
"I want you to bring a blindfold and ties for your wrists and ankles. When I message you that I'm at the hotel, I want you to put the latch in the door so it stays open and blindfold yourself. I want to walk into the hotel room and see you sitting on the edge of the bed, blindfolded. I'm then going to have my way with you." I told her.
"I love this. Yes sir, I can do that!" C answered.
"Message me tomorrow when you are getting the room!" I said.
The next day I wondered if C would actually go through with it. I was excited about it. I watched the clock, waiting for lunchtime or a little after.
"I'm checking in. I'm in room 223. Give me five minutes and I'll be ready for you!" C messaged me.
"I'm outside the hotel, about to walk in." I messaged C.
"I'll be ready." She replied.
It seemed like a long walk down the hallway to get to room 223. When I walked up, the latch on the door propped it slightly open. I walked in and closed the door behind me. I saw C sitting on the bed. She had her long blonde hair down. She had a blindfold covering her eyes. It was one of those black sleeping masks. She couldn't see a thing. She had her legs crossed. She was sitting upright. Her back was straight and her hands crossed on her lap. She wore a very short and very tight black dress. Her legs were covered in black thigh highs, and she was wearing some incredibly sexy black high heels.
"Hi." I said quietly as I walked in the door and closed it behind me.
"Hi." C responded letting out a slight exhale.
I could tell she was nervous. She looked incredibly sexy. Her head slightly moved as she was trying to listen to any sound she could hear.
"Wow, you are sexy!" I told her.
"Thank you." She replied.
"Are you nervous?" I asked.
"Well, of course!" She said somewhat smiling and shrugging her shoulders with her hands up.
"Is this what you are wearing out tonight too?" I asked her. I was trying to bring up a little small talk to put her somewhat at ease.
"I wasn't planning on it. I actually brought a few different outfits. I'm guessing this dress might get a little wrinkled this afternoon." She joked with a naughty smile on her face.
"I like this outfit!" I told her.
"I thought you might." C said while uncrossing her legs and then crossing them again.
I enjoyed watching her uncross and cross her legs. Her dress was so short and tight that I got a slight glimpse of her thigh high tops as she uncrossed her legs.
The room had two double beds. I sat down on the bed across from C. We were facing each other. I could reach out and touch her.
"You have very nice legs!" I told her.
"Thank you!" C replied.
"I like those thigh highs too!" I said looking at her crossed legs.
"Thank you. How can you tell they are thigh highs?" She asked.
"When you uncrossed and crossed your legs, I could tell." I answered.
"I see. I know this dress is super short but I didn't think the tops of my thigh highs would be showing." She said feeling her skirt line. "I can see how you might get a glimpse if I were to uncross my legs."
C slowly uncrossed her legs again. She knew I was watching. This time she didn't cross them back. She had both heels flat on the ground. Her thighs were just far enough apart that I could see the tops of her thigh highs if I moved my head in just the right direction.
"You like to tease, don't you?" I asked.
"God yes. I love to turn men on. I love the attention." She said.
"Do you do this when you are out with your husband as well?" I asked.
"Sometimes, yes. I think he likes it. I know I love it. But at a certain point he gets jealous and I can't cross over that line." She replied.
"So he wants other guys to want you?" I asked.
"I'm not sure. I think he wants me to be happy. I'm happiest when I'm turned on. So he lets me get turned on." She answered.
"What happens when you get turned on then?" I asked.
"Most times, my husband gets fucked! But sometimes, he isn't there, so I have toys." She said.
"But you never cross that line? You never fuck other men?" I asked.
"I have not. But, we created the Twitter account to hopefully change that." She said.
"But it didn't change?" I replied.
"No. He keeps putting it off. He keeps saying we are going to play and do more, but it never gets there." She said.
"And now you are here!" I stated.
"Yes I am." C said, again bringing out that naughty smile.
"So I guess we will see how many lines you really are willing to cross." I joked.
"You might be able to get me to cross one or two." She joked back.
"I can't get over how sexy you look." I told her. My eyes were still looking at the tops of her thighs in her short dress.
"Thank you. I wore this for you. I know you like heels on a woman. I hope you like these." C said lifting her leg outwards to show them off.
When she raised her heel it touched the side of my knee. I was wearing dress pants and a dress shirt as I had just come from work. After her heel touched my leg I reach down and grabbed her ankle. Holding her heel up next to me.
"These are sexy. I bet they aren't the easiest to walk in. You look hot in them though." I said.
"They were expensive. So I'm glad they were worth the price." She said.
Holding her heel up on my lap caused her legs to separate more. I looked up her leg and was pleasantly surprised to see up her dress. C had on a black pair of panties which wear clearly visibly from my point of view.
"Very much worth it." I said admiring the view. My cock started to get hard after looking at her.
"Do they turn you on?" C asked.
"Yes they do." I answered with my hand feeling up her leg.
C let me feel her legs for a moment or two. Her legs were spread. Her dress riding up much higher than before.
"Are you looking up my dress?" She asked, again with a naughty smile.
"I can see up your dress, yes." I answered.
"I told you I like to tease." C replied.
"Those look like sexy black panties." I told her.
"You like them?" She asked. C put her hands on her lap and pulled up her dress. She spread her legs even more. "They are sheer!"
