I was waiting for her at the security area exit. She was dressed comfortably but stylishly in jeans, flats, and a silky-looking pink blouse. She looked good. Very good. I waved and her eyes found mine. We both smiled and met off to the side, out of the steady flow of Friday evening fliers.
"Hi, Denise.", I said, as I took her roller bag from her. "You look terrific."
She blushed and giggled a little. "Hi, Tom", she replied. "Have you been waiting long? My flight left late."
"I've been waiting a long time to meet you in person. An extra twenty minutes is nothing. Is this your only bag?" She nodded. "Then let's get out of here."
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I met the virtual Denise in the online world of Second Life. If you can imagine a sexually-charged masquerade ball with male avatars ranging from brutes to sissies to girls, and female avatars ranging from seductive ladies to bull dykes to men, you have some idea about the essence of Second Life. Denise was a seductive lady who appeared as if by magic one day when I transported into her salon.
Chat is the basis of Second Life, enhanced by avatars and animations that can be surprisingly elaborate and erotic. Denise and I hit it off right away. Beautiful women who will talk or have sex with you for pay or for free are a dime a dozen in Second Life, but it's quite rare to "click" with someone. It was amazingly fun to talk with her.
As the name suggests, Second Life comes second to one's real life. Between work and spouses, Denise and I had only limited time to be in-world together. Some days we might steal an hour together. Other days we might not chat at all. But somehow, it just worked for us. Over many months we talked, laughed, made love, and shared more and more of the details of our lives and experiences. We grew closer. A lot closer. Every morning, when the garage door closed as my wife left for work, I would log on just to wish Denise a good morning. It made me feel so good to do so.
I work from home, and made the time to write erotic short stories involving the two of us. She loved them, and our online love making became more and more intense. She had a lovely private home in Second Life. I used the animations there as the springboards for my stories, and I bought new animations so we could reenact the stories I made up from scratch. Denise had other lovers in Second Life, as did I. I often wished I could be a fly on the wall to watch someone have his way with her. But it somehow seemed like the ultimate invasion of privacy.
I found myself thinking almost exclusively of Denise when I made love to my wife. That extra excitement made me a more aggressive and intense lover, which did not seem to displease my wife. Of course some of that aggressiveness may have stemmed from my knowing how much Denise needed and wanted her lovers to take control....
It took us a long while to develop our trust and affection to the point where we finally exchanged real life names and contact info. We weren't young and naive anymore, and we both had families and careers to protect. Up to that point, she could never be sure that I wasn't a polite, well-spoken reincarnation of Jack the Ripper, and I could never be sure she wasn't some 300 pound guy living in his parents' basement. But it seemed so natural and right at that point, so we did it. The magic of Google convinced us that we both were who we said we were, and our in-world IM chats in Second Life became mixed with long emails. I emailed her daily even if all I had time for was a single line.
We were both completely open about the fact that whatever it was we had together was not the first priority in our lives. It was as clear as day from her words and tone that Denise loved her husband. As for me, my wife came first. We had the normal frictions of married life, but we had been together for many years, and would stay that way if it was up to me. And yet. And yet. Denise was such a delight to talk with, and she became an important part of my life.
One night I broached the question of using Skype to see one another. She was a bit reluctant at first, but I could tell the idea was tantalizing. The stars aligned one weekend afternoon some weeks later, with our respective spouses and kids away. I threw caution to the winds and called her via Skype without asking if it was OK. It seemed as if it took forever for her to answer, but answer she did. It was so nice when her face first came into view. I'm not sure what she thought of me, but I was quite sure what I thought of her. Long black hair. Deep, expressive eyes. A friendly smile. Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
Winter turned to spring. My wife made arrangements to visit her family in China for her dad's 80th birthday, which is a big milestone in Chinese culture. I had been there with her previously, and we knew that it was kind of a burden to drag me along to a family visit, so her travel plans did not include me. I was not upset.
With my wife's travel plans in place, Denise and I sensed that we would never have a better chance to meet. I wrote her a long email, asking her to come. We talked about it over the course of a week. We knew it was a major decision that would shatter the notion that we were just friends. I woke up one morning to find an email from her containing one word. "Yes."
With the decision made, the logistics were easy. Denise had a college roommate living in my area who she visited from time to time. Her old roomie was quite willing to cover for Denise. So Denise told her husband she'd be flying down for the weekend for a few nights of catching up and shopping with her friend. Technically, that was not a lie. I was her friend too.
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I took her hand in mine and squeezed it. She squeezed back. We negotiated the airport parking rabbit warren as we chatted merrily away. From the airport to my home is less than twenty minutes, and we were soon there. Denise scrunched down in her seat as we entered the neighborhood. The neighbors knew my wife was away, and there was no point in being indiscreet.
The garage door closed, and I handed her out of the car. I didn't let go of her hand as I grabbed her bag from the backseat and led her into the house.
"Welcome." I said as I put her bag down. "What can I get you? You can freshen up in here if you'd like." I gestured to the powder room.
Denise smiled. "You know what I'd like, Tom."
I smiled broadly. "I do indeed. Good thing I've been practicing."
She powdered her nose while I headed for the kitchen by way of the drinks cabinet. It was time to make a chocolate martini. I mixed enough for two. I was generous when it came to adding the vodka. She emerged looking beautiful, and trailing the scent of Chanel No.5. I stopped shaking her drink and looked at her.
"Oh, God! Do you have any idea how much I like that scent?"
"You told me you did, silly."
"I did? I must be getting old. I'm very very glad I did."
I poured her drink into a glass, and sprinkled it with shaved chocolate. I handed it to her with a flourish. "For you, my lady."
"Thank you, kind sir." she said. I grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, and showed her around the house. I eventually led her out onto the enclosed deck. The sun was down, and the faint glow of red clouds in the western sky was all that was left of the day. We watched the light fade as we held hands and sipped our drinks silently. We looked towards the east. A star appeared. A nursery rhyme sprang to mind and I began to recite it.
"Star light, star bright. The first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight."
She looked at me and smiled. "What is your wish?"
"I want to make love to you." I said as I looked into her eyes.
"Oh, Tom...."
I put my beer down, took her drink, and set it down too. I put my hands on her shoulders, and guided her lips to mine. We kissed our first kiss.
Seven months of pent up desire went into that kiss. The word intense does not do it justice. I have no idea how long it lasted. When we broke the kiss, I lifted her up into my arms and carried her inside. We have a nicely appointed downstairs guest bedroom which I had prepared for us. I took her there, and lowered her onto the love seat. I sat beside her and brushed her hair away from her eyes. I took off my glasses and put them aside. I began to plant soft kisses on her neck and face. I found a sensitive spot behind her ear that yielded soft moans of pleasure when kissed.
My lips found hers again, and my tongue opened her lips. She yielded willingly. Our tongues began to dance slowly. My hand found her left breast. I cupped it, and could feel her heart pounding. Her nipple pressed against my palm through her bra and blouse. I began to tease it with my index finger.
She broke the kiss, and pushed me back a little. She locked eyes with me, and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. It was a seductive strip tease, all for me. It was all I could do to keep from tearing it off her. Never looking away, she slid out of the blouse and tossed it away. Her bra was beautiful, but it wasn't what I was interested in. She reached behind, undid it, and wriggled out of it.
She lifted her arms skywards, bent her hands back, smiled shyly, and asked "Do you like them?"
Her breasts were simply stunning. A woman half her age would be proud to have them. Small and perfectly shaped, with puffy nipples that begged to be sucked. I did not need words to answer her question. I held her in my arms and took her right nipple between my lips. I rolled it there, and then touched the tip of my tongue to it. She reacted as if my tongue was a hot iron. Perhaps it really was on fire with lust for her. My tongue flicked her nipple left and right and up and down. She grabbed the back of my head and held me to her. My lips closed around her nipple, and I began to suck. My fingers found her other nipple, and began to tug it and pinch it hard. I could tell it was very intense for her, and I slowly cycled between tender and rough nipple play. Soon I felt her body start to tremble and she began to rhythmically cry out "Oh .... oh .... oh ....OH ...". As her cries quieted into whimpers, I softly kissed each nipple once before kissing her full on the lips. She nestled into my arms, and I held her tight. Her head settled down onto my shoulder and her breathing told me she had drifted off to sleep.
I looked at her as I held her. Such a beautiful woman, and so relaxed. My arm was beginning to fall asleep, but I would rather have had it fall off than disturb her. After five minutes or so her eyes opened wide. I was glad she didn't scream with horror as my face filled her view. Instead, she smiled at me.
My heart melted. There is no feeling in the world like having a woman look at you like that.
I keep the house cool, and I saw her shiver ever so slightly, I stood and wrapped a small blanket around her beautifully naked top.
"May I have the rest of my martini?" she said shyly.
"You deserve a fresh one. And I want a fresh beer ." I said as I left for the kitchen. I was back in five minutes. I found her looking around the room. She smiled at me and blushed as I handed her her drink. "There are handcuffs and ropes in the bedside table drawer, Tom. Are those for me?"
"They are indeed. Among other things." I said as I sat down on the love seat and patted the cushion. "But all in good time. Come here."
Denise did as she was told. I looked into her eyes and tapped my bottle against her glass. "To us." I said. She looked at me for what seemed like an hour before replying "To us." We both smiled and hooked our arms in the classic style before taking a long drink.
