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I guess I was pretty surprised when Selena revealed that she and her husband had separated. I knew that she had her hands full with her two teenage kids and her coworkers, but I'd never heard anything from her about problems in her marriage. Of course, I admit, I didn't really know her all that well; we were really just acquaintances on an online discussion board. At the same point, I felt bad for her and wanted to cheer her up if I could. We'd always flirted quite a bit so I figured it'd be important to keep that up or maybe step it up a bit in case her self esteem had taken a hit. Based on the photos she'd shared, I didn't think there was any reason for her to have issues with her self esteem; she was forty-something but had a trim, petite body that she wasn't afraid to show off in a bikini. Her tits were on the small side but she was a natural blonde, which I'd love to have had the opportunity to confirm. She was also quite pretty.
Since we lived almost 1400 miles apart, I was limited to the discussion board and email to do what I could to try to keep a smile on her face. I could have used the phone, too, I suppose -- and probably would have if she'd suggested it -- but between the two hour time difference and the fact that I hated talking on the phone, it was a last resort. Fortunately, she had a pretty vast support network and the thing that she seemed to appreciate from me was that I was a guy around her age reinforcing that she was still desirable. It really was mostly silly stuff like, when her friends suggested retail therapy, I'd recommend shopping for lingerie and bikinis so we could both be cheered up. Of course, I'd always ask her to post photos. She teased me for a while or would just suggest that I look at her online vacation photos, which contained plenty of bikini shots, but she eventually indulged me.
I can't even explain how thrilled I was the first time she emailed me a photo of herself in a couple of new bikinis she'd bought. She seemed to have a weakness for swimsuits and I couldn't blame her because she did look pretty freakin' hot in them. I didn't successfully convince her that she'd look awesome in a thong, and it took a bit of effort before she'd even send me bikini shots from behind, but her ass really was pretty incredible. I think she was so used to trying to look at it over her shoulder in the mirror that it wasn't until she started taking pictures of it for me that she realized that I was right. While she was considering a thong bikini, I started to casually hint that seeing her in a bra and panties wouldn't be that much different from seeing her in a bikini. She didn't bite right away, but she did send me some shots of her in her sexiest dresses which, in most cases, I was fairly certain that she was not wearing any underneath.
I don't think it was because her self esteem was in a fragile state that she was getting into sharing her body with me via photograph; I think she just finally realized that I really did want to see it. Despite her reluctance to purchase a thong bikini, when she eventually started sending me lingerie photos, I discovered that she was okay with thong panties and g-strings. She progressed from sexy dresses to sexy nightgowns to baby dolls and teddies. Finally, I got my first photo of her in a bra and panties and, despite it being not much different from seeing her in a bikini, it actually got me quite a bit more aroused and I jerked off while looking at it. Of course, I didn't tell her this but I did sort of hint at it and was pleased that she apparently decided to pose for her camera wearing everything from her lingerie drawer. Strapless bras and bikini panties progressed to the thong panties and g-strings and ultimately ended up with bustiers and garter belts with stockings. She even sent a few shots of herself topless, with her breasts obscured by her arm.
When I started hinting about seeing her naked, she finally called me out and said that she'd been sending me tons of photos, but I had yet to send her anything. She was right, of course, so I posed for a few somewhat revealing and a few very revealing photos and sent them to her a few at a time. Of course in the very revealing shots, I made sure that I was fully and completely aroused so that my tool was at its longest and thickest. She reciprocated happily and I finally got to see that her small tits were topped with thin, hard nipples and small areolas and that her bush was well-groomed and naturally blonde. As I repeatedly reviewed her photos, I decided to take a few new shots of myself, focusing on my hand pumping my tool. Once again, after receiving the photos of me masturbating to her images, she sent me additional photos that were a bit more graphic.
The photos of her lying on her bed with her legs spread wide for me and on all-fours with her ass toward the camera progressed to her fingering herself, then using her vibrator. The more pictures she sent, the more aroused I got, so I'd send her more photos back and ultimately ended up sending a few short videos. Since the videos she then sent me didn't show anything as explicitly dramatic as a cum shot, she asked what I'd like to see and I requested a few close ups of her masturbating but also asked for some shots of her undressing, as well. I found the short videos of her letting the sexy dress or nightgown drop to her ankles to reveal that she was, indeed, naked underneath it just as arousing as the clips of her humping her vibrator. I was beyond pleased that she was really getting into our exchanges but we got to the point where we were discussing how we could get together and indulge our desires for each other's bodies.
One morning at work, I found a brochure in my mail slot for a conference in Louisville, Kentucky that sounded like something I could get my company to send me to. It wasn't until all of the paperwork had been submitted that I wondered whether Selena could fly up from Winston-Salem to spend a couple of days there with me. I'd be in the conference during the day, but we could end up with several nights and a hotel room in which to get naked and get naughty. Once I was approved for the trip and everything was booked, I shot Selena an email to tell her about the conference and asked if she'd be interested in meeting me in Louisville. Her response was an enthusiastic "YES!" so I sent her more information and she had her flight booked almost immediately. The wait for the week of the conference was torture, but we filled the time discussing what we'd do to each other and Selena asked which outfits I wanted her to pack.
The big day finally arrived and the plan was for me to meet Selena at her arrival gate since I'd be there just slightly before she was. I actually had butterflies in my stomach but, when I saw her emerge from the jetway door, I couldn't stop the big smile from taking over my face. She dropped her bag and wrapped her arms around me and, as we progressed from our first kiss to making out, my hands dropped from her waist to her spectacular ass. We were encouraged to get a room by several passersby before we finally separated and decided to take their advice. Since we'd both brought only carry-on bags, we skipped the baggage claim and headed right for the hotel shuttle, anxious to get there, get checked in and get naked.