Thirty two, and a Lawyer, we met late one night in an "our city" chat room. He wanted to interact with local people who shared his interest. We had a very interesting chat; he was open and very funny. I bantered with him, for most of the evening, after we dismissed the cyber sex issue. Being a man online he still quizzed me with intimate inquires all night. We joked back and forth, as he told me carnal admissions of his online dalliances and hook ups. It didn't hurt that he was very good at flirting, and before long I had divulged that I was lonely; actually randy as hell; because my husband was on a business trip for a month. After awhile, I told Kevin while I enjoyed our chat, my eyes were starting to hurt, so I was going to bed.
That was a fabrication of the lubrication caused by the explicitness of Kevin's stories, I was going upstairs to bed and try out my new jelly bunny. He said he was sorry I had to go, but if I wasn't really tired, he wanted to know if he could call me and talk with me on the phone. I decided I would let him call me. I requested that he give me five minutes to go upstairs and get in bed so if he bored me to sleep, I wouldn't have to move.
I let the house phone ring several times before I answered.
"Hello Lola?" Kevin asked sounding so sexy and charming.
I decided that I might indulge myself with a little phone sex, it could be wonderful. I loved his voice, very deep and soothing. We briefly "broke the ice" so to say in this new mode of communication, but we had already laid most of our cards on the table chatting online.
"So are you lonely being without your husband?" He boldly entered into the conversation.
"Yes, you just don't know." I was surprised by my own honesty.
"So if I come by your way, could I sleep over?" Kevin countered. Oh my was he direct.
"Yes, but you will have to use the guest bed room." I replied.
He responded with a hearty laugh. "Have you ever cheated on your husband?" He asked.
"No, and I don't plan on starting." I informed him politely.
"But, that hasn't stopped you from wanting to scratch that itch has it?" He replied.
"True, but I have a twelve pack of C cells, I bought for those occasions." I countered back, thinking I was witty enough to somehow derail his erotic interrogation of me.
"C's? You would need some D's to replace me, no you better buy one that plugs into the wall."
"Oh my, Kevin, is that because of the size or endurance?" I asked suddenly feeling bold.
"Do you think I could get a picture of you?" Kevin asked changing the subject with the obligatory question, usually requested online. It was actually refreshing that he had not asked before now.
"I don't know Kevin; I don't like my pictures ending up on the Internet."
"I would never do anything like that. I would just like to know what you look like. I have a picture on my profile and you don't. Besides you don't sound like a fatty. Plus I once got tricked into having phone sex with a guy."
"Wow, how did that happen?" I asked, while giggling.
"I'm not going back there Lola, trust me I use visual displays all the time in my line of work. A picture is worth a thousand words." He wasn't done yet with his smooth talking self. "There's nothing wrong with two lonely adults, satisfying a need, a physical need, by a non physical means when our significant others were not around to assist us."
He was just as slippery slick, I told you he's a Lawyer. I was vulnerable and opened up expressing my loneliness for my husband and my need for sexual healing, and he exploited it.
"Kevin if you were here and kissed me, it would lead to much more."
"I wouldn't object to that!" He said and we both laughed at his comment.
"So after you kissed my lips where else would you kiss me?" I teased.
He cleared his throat before replying. "I would kiss each nipple, then I would run the tip of my tongue around them teasing you.
"Mmmm." Slipped out when I touched my nipple listening to him.
"I'll softly kiss down to your belly until I can flutter my tongue on your navel, is it an innie or an outtie? How about that pic so I don't have to ask anything else as I work my way down? He continued to press.
I was getting so aroused from his teasing that I was moaning and whispering his name. "Kevin?"
"Mmm right here baby, I like how you say my name." his sexy voice growled.
I was getting so hot and bothered, I decided to send him a pic. If only so he would stop asking and finish me off.
"Hold on a sec okay? I said getting up from the bed.
"Is something wrong?" He asked.
"No I'm getting up to send you a picture with my cell, but I have to slip something on. I sleep raw, if you know what I mean?"
"Hell yeah...you don't have to wear anything for me, send that pic just the way you are." he chuckled like a schoolboy, thinking about the image of my naked body no doubt.
"I'm sure you'd love that but...Not!" I said to his implied request.
I was butterball naked, and I was not going to take a chance of my picture ending up in some real milfs photo album online. Still I slipped into an outfit I wear when my husband is not paying me the attention I want. A thread bare white wife beater; and white lace thong panties. Guaranteed to get me my way every time.
"What are you putting on, that's taking so long? Kevin asked getting impatient, after about thirty seconds.
