Beyond the Chat Room
Rich and I had found each other in a 40ish chat room, and we
were instantly attracted to one another. We were both trapped
in sexless marriages, and we both felt frustrated with
our situations. Over the course of the next 3 months, we
enjoyed cybersex over the internet; we talked on the phone
and brought each other to orgasm often; we exchanged photos.
Finally, we knew that nothing less than an actual, physical
encounter would do.
We each arranged to attend a "seminar" out of town. I checked
into the hotel first. I was so nervous! What if he didn't
like me in person? What if the chemistry wasn't right? How
would we greet each other?
Then the phone rang. Rich was in the hotel lobby, and I told
him I'd be right down. When the elevator door opened, I saw
him -- waiting for me, with the warmest smile I had ever seen.
We walked to each other and his arms went around me and he
kissed me, deeply and passionately. My heart was pounding
as I felt my body mold itself to his. All that worry for nothing!
The restaurant/bar in the hotel wasn't open, so I invited
him up to my room. As soon as the door was closed and locked,
we were tearing at each other's clothes. My blouse was on
the floor and he expertly unhooked my bra. I have large breasts,
and he took both nipples in his mouth at the same time, sucking
and licking and nipping lightly. My back was arched and
I moaned, trembling in his arms.
I removed his belt and unzipped his pants as he sucked on
me, and when I held his cock in my hand for the first time,
he groaned audibly. I was stroking him rapidly and he kissed
me on my mouth, ramming his tongue down my throat and raking
his fingers down my back.
He led me to the bed, both of us frenzied. His hands were exploring
my body, and then he spread my legs. He kissed my inner thigh
and his fingers probed me, feeling how wet I was for him.
Then his tongue started to lick my pussy, slowly at first,
and I gasped. It had been so long since any man had touched
me so intimately! He licked faster, and he chewed on my clit
as I writhed under him, holding his head in my hands, my nails
digging into his scalp. How I loved that talented tongue!
He was licking the walls of my pussy, sucking in the juices.
I could feel the orgasm coming, and I screamed his name.
He never stopped. My legs were wrapped around his neck and
I completely surrendered to the shuddering thrill, as
wave after wave washed over me. After I went limp under him,
he looked at me, with a pleased grin on his face. It was my
turn, and I was so hungry for him!
I kissed his mouth, tasting myself on his lips, and I was
instantly turned on once more. I kissed his neck, and the
hollow at the base of his throat. I licked his right nipple,
gently biting it until I could feel it get stiff and erect,
and then I pinched it between my fingers as I licked and nibbled
at his left nipple. I kept making my way down his torso, kissing
and licking his tummy, his navel, his abdomen, and then
my face was covered in his pubic hair. His shaft was standing
at attention, and I kissed it, from the base to the tip of
its head, and then back to the base. I licked his balls, and
I loved the feel of them jumping under the skin as I put his
balls into my mouth. I sucked on them gently as I massaged
his cock. I looked up at his face, and I saw his mouth open
wide, in a silent scream of pleasure.
His cock was so thick! I put the head into my mouth, and swallowed
the pre-cum that had beaded at the tip. My tongue circled
the head and then probed the eye. His hands were at the back
of my head, and I could feel him raise his hips as he forced
his cock all the way into my mouth. It filled me, pushing
against the back of my throat, and I started sucking on him
in earnest, slowly at first, and then faster and faster.
"Where do you want it?, " he gasped. I never stopped sucking
on him, and the hot, salty essence of him filled my mouth,
and I swallowed every drop. And swallowed. And swallowed.
We thoroughly enjoyed each other for three glorious days,
never leaving the hotel room. What we do without room service?
He mounted me. I rode him. He made me watch as in the mirror
as he entered me doggy style. We bathed each other. We danced
nude to soft jazz. We slept in each other's arms, and then
started all over again when we awoke.
And this is only the beginning. No one ever has to know. We're
both professional people. We both travel extensively.
I plan to buy some naughty lingerie, just for the pleasure
of having him remove it. On the nights that we can't be together,
we still have the chat room, and we tell each other all the things
we're going to do to each other the next time -- beyond the chat room.
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