Lara opened her slim laptop and pulled it onto her lap. It soon warmed up her legs as it started up, the familiar background of her cat appeared on the large screen. For Lara it had been a long day and she longed to sign onto her favourite online game to escape life for just a few hours. Typing in her login details with her petite hands she waited while the screen loaded, her character was not unlike herself, short, long copper hair that shone with health. Her eyes, the same emerald green and her ample, but very feminine figure.
'Hello Lara.' Was her first message, Greg a friend in real life as well as on the game.
'Hello Greg.' Lara hadn't even bothered to change her characters name from her own. No one knew this fact though.
She sat and pondered for a while what to do next when a message from another friend popped up. It was from Alecia, a girlfriend she had picked up one late night not long after the accident. Biting her lip she realised it was approaching two years ago now. Alecia had stayed up with her all night and into the next day until Lara fell asleep with exhaustion.
'Come and check out this new club I found!' Alecia exclaimed, piquing Lara's interest. As the screen loaded into view Lara took in her character's surroundings. It was a lush club, very luxurious. Semi naked dancers graced some poles in the centre of the club, surrounded by almost circular sofas, save for a gap where people could enter and exit. Huge painting of the seven deadly sins adorned the walls, between them were dark alcoves set back into the walls, couples were getting close to each other, kissing and seducing.
Had it been real Lara could have smelt the raw sexuality in the room, she couldn't see her friend but all of a sudden people were surrounding someone who had just entered. A flurry of welcoming text flooded Lara's screen, annoyed at the intruder for interrupting her and her exploration of the new club she turned off the localised chat and went to sit and watch one of the male dancers.
Soon the commotion around the stranger had died down and he took a seat on the sofa opposite hers. He batted away the attention of all the women who flung themselves at him, and Lara finally got a good look at him. A breath caught in her throat before she reminded herself this was only a game and he was most likely an ugly chauvinistic pig in real life. But he was a looker, hair as black as the night hung in droves to his waist. As his eyes flashed in her direction she noticed they were a iridescent blue flecked with icy silver. His huge torso leaned comfortably back into the soft cushions of the circular sofa he sat in. His long, hard legs crossed at his heavy, black boot-clad feet. His equally long, arms outstretched on the back of the sofa as his eyes took in the dancer before him
Lara looked over at the man dancing on the pole, in comparison the dancer looked like a mere child compared to the man sat opposite her. Although the dancer's body was in excellent shape, tanned and sleek with sweat it was almost half the size of the stranger's.
Looking over again Lara saw him slip a wad of notes into her tip glass. The dancer thanked him with a wink, and shook her pert ass in his general direction. Lara expected to see him slap it or something gross, but he just sat back. Turning on the main chat once more she read over the last few lines, but he had typed nothing.
Bored of just sitting she stood and went to walk out of the room when a private message popped up and her heart fluttered.
'Where do you think you're going?' He said to her. Lara bit her lip in real life and read the line over and over trying to decide how to reply.
'Why, will I be missing something?' She asked playfully. The seconds ticked by as she waited for a reply. Soon she assumed he may have intended the message for someone else and turned to leave again. Turning just as she left she noticed he had disappeared.
Shaking her head Lara wondered why she spent so much time in a pretend world. Logan, her cat mewed impatiently at her ankles eager to be fed. Turning off her laptop she padded barefoot to the kitchen she took his bowl and filled it with catfood before replacing it and watching Logan stuff his greedy little face with it.
Later, as Lara stood under the hot spray of the shower she thought back to the stranger in her game. Wondered why he had suddenly disappeared and why she was so bothered about it. Changing tact she mentally undressed him, imagining his hard, chiselled body against hers. The rough of his stubble grazing her face as his hair tickled her bare shoulders. The thoughts sent heat through her wet body, pooling in the base of her spine. Her fingers had already moved to the soft folds of her damp pussy and she fingered herself vigorously the image of him on top of her burned the back of her eyes.
Drawing nearer to orgasm she bit on her lip once more, allowing the pleasurable waves to overcome her and she melted down the cold tiles of the shower. Lara didn't move until she had given herself sufficient time to get over her orgasm. Wrapping a soft warm towel around her she headed into her room, a swirl of steam cascading around her as she opened the bathroom door.
That night as she lay in a dream-filled sleep the orgasm she had had in the shower had done little to ease the burning desire that had pooled itself inside her abdomen. A yearning she had not felt for a long time, its intensity continued to grow. Soon a sheen of sweat had covered her naked body, she had long since kicked off her covers and her cheeks had turned crimson. Somewhere in her dreams he was just out of reach, her desperation to touch him had her arms outstretched dreamily. To anyone looking inside she must have looked frightening, but there was no one around to see the look of sheer sexual desperation on her face.
A week later and Lara had hit rock bottom, her sexual desire had her in the toilets at home, work, whilst out shopping, all the time just playing with herself. Desperate to alleviate some of the sexual tension that had accumulated within her. All of her thoughts were of sex, mainly of the dark stranger, her work had suffered greatly and was already on a second warning at her high pressure job. Today she had shoved a remote controlled vibrating dildo into her swollen pussy and was staring dreamily out of the window while her body shifted and fidgeted to accommodate the toy. Her panties were soaked through, so much so she eventually took them off and threw them in the bin next to her desk. Just at the precise time her male boss walked in.
