Sticky Ch 01

They hadn't met for over 20 years, since spending two years at university screwing each others' brains out. After completing his marine biology degree Steve had chosen to wander the world while her history degree had left Anna to find a job at a secondary school close to her home town. Eighteen months later she was a single mother with a beautiful baby girl, glad not to have to put up with the brute that got her pregnant on a very drunk date arranged by a fellow teacher.

Steve's wandering ended twelve years later when he was promoted to head of a research station in Madagascar. Cut off from the world, he looked up his friends through alumni and contacts sites on the internet, where she had registered some years earlier. So contact was re-established.

At first their messenger sessions were mundane, chatting about Anna's growing daughter and Steve's mindless job in paradise, but inevitably the conversation drifted into personal matters, girlfriends, boyfriends, frustrations, dreams. As these frequent sessions became a more important part of his life in isolation, he upgraded to an audio connection and she was able to hear his smooth voice again.

Then one evening, after the usual pleasantries, Steve came out with "I dreamt about you last night". She was flattered and asked for details. He was reluctant to elaborate but she insisted, so he admitted that it had been a sex dream. Somewhat surprised, but very curious, she encouraged him to tell all.

The dream was set on his local beach: an evening out, a few drinks, a stroll wearing normal clothes for his piece of paradise, only bikini and beach wrap to his t-shirt and swimming shorts. Long past the last cabin, guided only by the moonlight, he had undressed her sensually and made love to her slowly on the fringe of the beach, under the palm trees. His description was so detailed and realistic that she found, much to her surprise, that she was getting wet just listening to his voice. In turn, as the couple in his story neared orgasm she could hear distress in his voice.

Suddenly he stopped. "Steve, are you still there?" she asked.

"Hang on a minute.", came the reply. A few seconds later he reappeared, "Phew, that was close!"

"What was close?" she queried.

"Almost ended up in a sticky mess." he told her.

"What's wrong with that?" retorted Anna, "I already am."

He wasn't expecting that. "Really? What are you doing about it? Sticky fingers?"

Now that provoked a reaction, all right. During their university years they had played "sticky fingers" together, simultaneous masturbation sessions either together or apart, leading to huge orgasms for each as they heard or watched each other. "Are you serious?" she asked.

"I'm game if you are." came the reply.

Now it was Anna's turn to ask for a pause. Less than a minute later she returned, dressed in only a robe, revelling in the sensation of nudity. "Are you still hard for me?" was her gambit.

"Very! Are you wet for me?" Steve's reaction.

"Soaking!" she gasped.

"Rub your pussy for me then.", he whispered. Running her hand down her body she cupped her mound and rested the fingertips against her dripping pussy lips.

Anna remembered the drill from the old days: she would play, he would listen, a horny monologue punctuated by his groans. "You should really see this. I'm ready for you." she said. "One foot on each side of my keyboard, right hand covering my pussy. Just rubbing my mound makes my pussy open a little. Sooooo nice!", she purred, getting his first appreciative groan in response. "I'm running my fingertips over my pussy lips, hair trimmed short like you always liked it. That's so good! Here goes the first finger down my crack. Ohhhh, over my clit! Slipping downwards to my hole and back. Now two fingers, opening my lips more for you. And the third. You know how I love being held open for your inspection."

In fact, she had never masturbated before he taught her, many years before, by tying her to the bed and following exactly this sequence to finger her to orgasm, over and over again. They both knew what was coming next. Stretching her arm further, she followed the trail of her juices running down past her anus with two fingertips, while her middle finger bent inwards to enter her pussy. "Mmmmm. The first one's inside." she said. Only heavy breathing came from his side. He knew what was to come. Showing off, even though he couldn't see, Anna's first and ring fingers spread her pussy wide as her middle finger worked in and out.

"Don't you need something bigger?" he suggested. "Put the others inside." It had been so long, the fit was rather tight, making her gasp in simultaneous pain and pleasure.

"They're in, deep. I wish it were your cock though."

"If I were there, I'd be in there deep. We're both ready to come. Bring us off Anna!" Mesmerised by his voice and memories of long ago, Anna reached her left hand down under her right, to rub her clitoris with two fingertips. The muscles of her pussy clenched hard around the fingers of her right hand and she let out an appreciative moan.

"That's good Anna, bring us off. I'm about to come too!"

Rubbing harder and harder, faster and faster, her groaning increased. "Commmmmiiiinnnnnng!", was all she could manage to say as her major spasms started.

"Me toooooo!", came the reply. Both of them took some time to come back down to earth, panting as they mopped up their respective messes.

"Wow!", he finally said. "I think we may have started something here."

"I certainly hope so!" she replied. "I'll be looking forward to it."

And so it was...