asian cunny
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jul 17, 2000
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- 315
We had been meeting on line for a couple of months now. At first we met in a public chatroom, getting to know each other, flirting a little bit. Over the next days we met everyday, every time he said he'd be there, he was. He seemed like a very reliable guy, polite and passionate. He had been courting me for about a week, when he asked me to cybersex with him. That first time, was a really shattering experience. Not that I'm a novice, far from that. Before I met him, I'd been regularly fucking on-line with men all around the world, of any race and color.
But this was the first time, I had any real feeling for my cyber partner. How could I not, he was so romantic and gentle. Ever concerned about me. And sex was not the first thing he demanded of me, not like other guys I met on-line, who would bluntly ask: "Hey, wanna cyber?" Or "Hey, I got a hard-on, wanna suck it?" He started by introducing himself, telling me how he looks, what he does, telling stories and annecdotes about his life, encouraging me to do the same.
After our first cyber-sex that was "just awesome", the way he described it, we'd been doing it regularly. Always interspersed with intelligent conversation about politics, economy, music, art, and life in general. He became my best friend, and I, his. The only problem is that we're both married, and presumably happy.
I'm an artist, I paint, write poems and sculpt in my studio at home. My husband is a businessman, who has to go away on business a lot. We have two children, a girl and a boy, both away at college now. So in the evenings, I'm often alone, and lonely. Not to mention, unfulfilled sexually. That's how I started to cyber more than a year ago. I thought it's just an innocent manner to fulfill myself, as I made myself come every time.
He is a lawyer, and his wife is a banker. Both are very busy, they usually see each other only a few minutes a day, if at all. They also travel a lot on business, so their sex-life has deteriorated a lot in the last years. Their three children are all away at school, too.
We're both in our forties, and not looking for a new relationship, just to ease the sexual tensions that our respective spouses can't take care of, by chatting on-line and masturbating.
When we met on-line last night, he started to say that he was coming to my city today. And would I like to meet him. My heart started hammering in my chest, and my mouth felt dry. For a few moments, I couldn't answer. Warning bells started to ring in my head, but the excitement of something new, something different and exciting, was too much to bear. Hesitatingly I said yes, and we proceeded to make an appointment to have dinner at a restaurant not far from his hotel. I knew my husband would be away on business for the next 5 days, so the coast would be clear. Anyway, I thought, it's just dinner.
I was curious how he would turn out. When he described himself, he said that he had dark hair, brown eyes, an athletic body (6'2, 178lbs), and a big fat dick (9" long). We had exchanged pics (formal ones), but pictures often do not do justice to the person.
I'm 5'5, 120lbs, with long dark flowing hair, big brown eyes, a pretty face and sensuous mouth. My petite body at 40-odd years is still slim and trim, with small breasts that don't sag (32A-25-33), and a shaven pussy.
So, tonight I'm going to meet my on-line lover. As I get ready, I shiver in anticipation, only to tell myself again: " It's only dinner, silly." But still I put on my best underwear: white lace bra and thong underpants, skin color stockings with garter belt, a red miniskirt, and white silk blouse. I put on my red high heels, grab my red purse and car keys from the table, and head out the door.
But this was the first time, I had any real feeling for my cyber partner. How could I not, he was so romantic and gentle. Ever concerned about me. And sex was not the first thing he demanded of me, not like other guys I met on-line, who would bluntly ask: "Hey, wanna cyber?" Or "Hey, I got a hard-on, wanna suck it?" He started by introducing himself, telling me how he looks, what he does, telling stories and annecdotes about his life, encouraging me to do the same.
After our first cyber-sex that was "just awesome", the way he described it, we'd been doing it regularly. Always interspersed with intelligent conversation about politics, economy, music, art, and life in general. He became my best friend, and I, his. The only problem is that we're both married, and presumably happy.
I'm an artist, I paint, write poems and sculpt in my studio at home. My husband is a businessman, who has to go away on business a lot. We have two children, a girl and a boy, both away at college now. So in the evenings, I'm often alone, and lonely. Not to mention, unfulfilled sexually. That's how I started to cyber more than a year ago. I thought it's just an innocent manner to fulfill myself, as I made myself come every time.
He is a lawyer, and his wife is a banker. Both are very busy, they usually see each other only a few minutes a day, if at all. They also travel a lot on business, so their sex-life has deteriorated a lot in the last years. Their three children are all away at school, too.
We're both in our forties, and not looking for a new relationship, just to ease the sexual tensions that our respective spouses can't take care of, by chatting on-line and masturbating.
When we met on-line last night, he started to say that he was coming to my city today. And would I like to meet him. My heart started hammering in my chest, and my mouth felt dry. For a few moments, I couldn't answer. Warning bells started to ring in my head, but the excitement of something new, something different and exciting, was too much to bear. Hesitatingly I said yes, and we proceeded to make an appointment to have dinner at a restaurant not far from his hotel. I knew my husband would be away on business for the next 5 days, so the coast would be clear. Anyway, I thought, it's just dinner.
I was curious how he would turn out. When he described himself, he said that he had dark hair, brown eyes, an athletic body (6'2, 178lbs), and a big fat dick (9" long). We had exchanged pics (formal ones), but pictures often do not do justice to the person.
I'm 5'5, 120lbs, with long dark flowing hair, big brown eyes, a pretty face and sensuous mouth. My petite body at 40-odd years is still slim and trim, with small breasts that don't sag (32A-25-33), and a shaven pussy.
So, tonight I'm going to meet my on-line lover. As I get ready, I shiver in anticipation, only to tell myself again: " It's only dinner, silly." But still I put on my best underwear: white lace bra and thong underpants, skin color stockings with garter belt, a red miniskirt, and white silk blouse. I put on my red high heels, grab my red purse and car keys from the table, and head out the door.