I had been a member of Lush for only 6 weeks and already I had clicked with someone. The chats were heating up and I knew where I wanted it to go but did he?
I turned on the computer in anticipation; everyday was the same, the buzz of turning on the computer and checking your messages. Had that special person been on and left me a message? I lived for a message from this special someone.
You know when you talk to someone on line, how you can sometimes really feel you know them without ever having seen a picture of them or even heard their voice. Well this was like that.
Me and Dave had just clicked. I knew him inside out and certainly wanted to know him outside in! We had been chatting a few times a week and I knew already I wanted to meet him and see where it went. We lived at opposite ends of the country and this was not an impossible task, however he didn’t seem to realize I was hot for him.
I decided that the next chat we had I would reveal all, and if he ran away then so be it.
There, there he was. Dave was online, this was my chance.
Excitedly I pinged an online message to him and waited for a response.
Messages were soon flying back and forth and we soon decided to move to private chat. I settled back and got ready for what could be a life changing experience.
“Hey Hun you ok today?”
“Yes thanks babe, bit horny”
“Can I tell you something honest without you taking it the wrong way?”
“Oh babe of course you can, I don’t shock easy”
“I want to meet you for real and try out everything we have chatted about”
There I had done it I had told him.
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It was strange, we had never met but just from our conversations on line he knew that he wanted her. Every time he logged onto Lush he felt myself harden in anticipation of Emma being on and chatting. After their chats he would lie in bed unable to sleep because of his throbbing cock. He would lie stroking his erection imagining they were talking face to face, thinking about doing all the things they had talked about. He masturbated slowly enjoying the sensations flooding his body as he wished it was her hand, her lips, her mouth. Eventually he would let himself cum, groaning loudly as he spurted ropes of hot semen, imagining how it would look trickling over her breasts.
Then one day Emma surprised him by telling him she wanted to meet, to try all the things they had chatted about. He had never done anything like it before but the more he thought about it the more he realised that he wanted to meet her.
Despite living in opposite ends of the country Dave and Emma managed to arrange to meet in a town about halfway from where they both lived, and where they were sure they would not meet anyone they knew.
The weeks to their meeting seemed to go so slowly. They masturbated together on line and admitted that they were doing it at alone, at other times, as they fantasised about what was going to happen.
Finally it was only ten days until they were to meet and they both agreed that they would not masturbate until they were together. They hoped we could last that long.
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The waiting was driving me wild. 10 days without masturbating, I couldn’t do 10 hours! We were now communicating everyday now by text, logging onto Lush was too dangerous, too many temptations.
I wasn’t sure if my remote control vibrator was cheating, it had been 4 days now and, if I didn’t release the tension, I was likely to jump on the next man that walked through the door.
I was alone at home so I decided to be very naughty and use my toys downstairs where anyone that walked up my drive could see.
I settled back in my favorite chair and got to work. Slowly pushing my lace trimmed panties down my legs I shimmied out of them and spread my legs. I couldn’t touch myself as that had been banned but if my vibrator accidentally slipped between my moist lips then that wasn’t cheating was it!
Slipping my little bullet between my lips I felt a gush of juices trickle down my leg. I had come already. Laying back I opened my book and started reading. At the end of each page I turned my toy up a setting until it was buzzing hard and driving me to the point of Cumming. Just as I couldn’t take any more I then did the opposite, turning it down with every page. This was amazing, I so needed to cum so I turned my toy up in one go to the top setting and exploded. I ached my back and spasmed again and again moaning and writhing against this amazing feeling.
Coming down from this high I took a picture of my puffy lips covered in my juices and sent them to Dave.
I had some explaining to do!
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After four days Dave was beginning to regret suggesting to Emma that they abstain from masturbation until they met. He seemed to have a permanent erection and it was beginning to get painful. Surely one wank would not do any harm, just once to give himself some relief.
Then he received a picture on his mobile from Emma, a picture of her lovely pussy covered in her cum. Along with her picture she described how good her orgasm had been. He hurried home and immediately threw off his clothes and lay across his bed, his erection sticking up like some huge flagpole. He looked at her picture imaging his hard cock sliding into her pussy as he stroked himself hard. He didn't last long and was crying out loudly as he came and came. Breathing hard he still held onto his semi erect cock. Semen flowed over his hand and cock as he closed his eyes and thought about Emma.
He was making love to Emma as he teased his cock back to full hardness. This time he lasted longer as he thought about their naked bodies writhing together as he slid into her tight pussy. He imagined how she would look, how her body would feel next to his as she climaxed and he came again.
It would now be long now until they met.
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10 days had never passed so slowly. It was now the day. The day when all my fantasies would come true, but which one first? Dave and I had discussed so many dreams that choices would have to be made.
First things first, what to wear. Naughty girl, sexy, sluttish, innocent. Oh the options were endless. I couldn’t decide so throwing them all in my bag I chucked on black skinny jeans and a white cotton t shirt to travel in.
Waiting at the train station my phone beeped.
“When you get here you will be wearing black stockings, suspenders a peephole bra AND NOTHING ELSE”
Oh shit. I hadn’t packed any. I had a choice to make. Run to the shops and miss my train or go without and risk everything. No contest, I ran to the nearest shops and brought black lace topped stockings, black suspender belt and a gorgeous black satin peephole bra that I knew would hold my nipples to permanent attention.
Racing back to the station I fired off a quick message.
“Train delayed be there soon”
“Naughty girl I know it isn’t did you forget your underwear?”
Blushing, I made my way onto the train. At some point in the 2 hour journey I was going to have to get changed. This was going to be a mission. How was I going to do that, I certainly didn’t intend to sit there partially undressed for very long.
Beep Beep
My phone went again
“I want a half hourly update complete with photos of you getting changed.”
This wasn’t going to be as simple as I thought.
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The days passed slowly but at last it was the day they were to meet. He had sent Emma instructions on what to wear and he wondered if she would obey them. His mobile rang and he flicked it open, seeing Emma's name appear he felt his cock start to harden as he opened the picture file.
It was obviously taken from an awkward angle and in the confined space, he assumed, of a train toilet. But that did not matter as he gasped with pleasure and his cock rose as he looked at her breasts encased in a black bra, her stiff nipples poking through the peephole just as he had instructed.
His mobile rang again, this time the pic was from her waist down. Her legs encased in black stockings and suspenders. It was her bare pussy that excited him most as he realised that soon his hard cock would be deep inside her.
He received the last pic as the train drew into the station; her fingers held her pussy open as if inviting him into her. His cock was throbbing as the train halted. He had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Emma now.
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The train was drawing into the station. This was it, it as now or never.
Did I walk off the train clad as I was with the long coat over the top or did I dare remove it and walk off the train brazenly naked?
I bottled it. I wrapped my coat around me and stepped off. Making my way to the entrance I was looking around desperately for that familiar face I thought I knew. As I slowed my walk and looked around increasingly desperately I thought I had been stood up and it was all a game, he was never going to be here was he. Slumping against the entrance I planned my next move. Did I get on the train home or did I spend the day shopping my heartbreak away?
“I didn’t say anything about a coat did I”
That voice could only belong to Dave. He was here. Despite all our texts we had never spoken. Whipping round I flung my arms around him. His hands immediately slipped under my coat and grasped my bottom.
“I took the liberty of booking a room, I didn’t think you would mind!” he purred
Oh that voice. I was a sucker for accents; I didn’t prefer any particular one, only if your accent suited you then I would be in a puddle on the floor. Dave’s accent suited him SO well. I was never going to be able to say no now he had spoken. Any butterflies I had had disappeared when he opened his mouth.
Clasping my hand in his huge hand (Wonder if all they say is true does hand size correspond to ….Well I was going to find out soon enough!) we walked off down the road.