You describe setting the boxes on the floor by your feet and then closing the Jeep door.
He types “I get in, buckle up and start it up. Then I put it into gear. The air is a little cooler than when we left, so I put the heat on. You feel warm air blowing on your legs.”
“And cool air on my chest. Mmmmm. The combination has my nipples hard and visible against the thin fabric of my dress.” You respond. You really wish you were wearing that dress, in an open-air jeep. “I feel so excited, and rest my hand on your crotch.”
“Even though I’m concentrating on driving, you feel a firm bulge in my pants.”
That’s exactly what you wanted to read. “I slowly rub my hand back and forth, feeling the outline of your prick.” At this point you switch from your computer to your cell phone and move from your living room to your bedroom.
“Your hand feels good as you rub me. I feel the texture of my underwear against my shaft as you slowly stroke me.” He types and then follows up with “I see your apartment building. Where do you want me to park?”
You strip off the shorts that you changed into after work, then sit on your bed, putting a few pillows behind your back. You keep your panties on, but spread your legs. “There is a parking spot with my apartment number at the side of the building. Look for number 202.” In your mind you picture being in the jeep, caressing his crotch, as he looks for your parking spot.
“I found it. I’ll back in. It makes it easier to get out.” You are a little surprised at the details he is adding to this. Most guys would have just been. ‘We are in your bedroom, you suck my dick, etc’ but Bobby really is describing what we would feel and see. He doesn’t have all the fine details but he’s doing good enough to help you clearly imagine everything.
“I get out, and come around to your door, to help you out.” He types.
“ ‘If you had the top on, I would have undone your fly and sucked you in the Jeep.’ I tell you as I take your hand and step out.” You respond.
“Don’t forget our leftovers. I can carry them in if you hand them to me.”
“Of course. Here are the boxes. And I hold your empty hand as we walk into my building.” You imagine holding his hand, the cool air on your bare legs, and the deep shadows between the outside lights. “We could have sex in the shadows outside. Would you like that as a fantasy?” You haven’t done anything like that in real life, but this is a fantasy. It’s a story where you can do anything.
His cursor blinks for a moment as if he is thinking over his answer, then he responds. “Let’s save something adventurous like that for another night. I would hate for us to be interrupted by your neighbors or anyone else.”
You nod as you read this, he’s really into this story. “I kiss you and lead you into the building. We walk up the stairs to my apartment, I unlock the door, and turn on the lights.”
“I close the door behind us, and hand you the left overs so you can put them in the fridge. Looking around your apartment I say ‘You have a nice apartment’.”
You describe putting the food in the fridge, then return, kiss him passionately and then pull him to the bedroom. “As I pull you into my bedroom, I unbutton your shirt. Kissing you, and enjoying the feel of your lips and the taste of you.”
“As you unbutton and help me remove my shirt, I unzip your dress, and help it slide off of your shoulders.”
You imagine the feeling of the dress falling off of you. “Are you surprised to see I’m not wearing a bra tonight? You can clearly see my hard nipples as my dress hits the floor.”
“Mmmmm They look so tasty. I kiss just above the right one, then slowly lick around it. My hand softly caresses your left breast with my fingers rolling and playing with your nipple.”
You pull off your T-shirt and rub your left breast. One-handed you type “Mmmmm your mouth and hand feel so good. I take a step back. Do you want me against the wall or on my bed?”
“Whatever will give you the most pleasure. I want you to be comfortable and to fully enjoy this sexting fantasy.” He types and then follows with, “I’m here for your pleasure.”
You have never had anyone say that to you. Yes, you’ve read it in cheap romance novels, but you’ve never had a lover, even an imaginary one, tell you that.
“I raise your head and kiss your lips again. ‘Lets move to the bed.’ I then unzip and unfasten your pants so they fall off of you. I see your hard cock outlined in your underwear. I grab it and pull you to the bed, have you lie down, and remove your briefs.”
You pick up your toy and lick around the tip. “I grip your shaft and lick around the tip. (I forgot to ask, are you circumcised?)” you continue typing with one hand.
“Whatever you want. Uncut or cut. This is all for you.” He answers.
You lick your toy and type “Cut. I lick around the tip and then down your veiny shaft. Your cock feels so hard.” You imagine your dildo is him. Hard and thick with a nice shape and texture. “I lick it and then suck it firmly. Feel the suction of my mouth on your beautiful dick.”
“Yes your mouth feels so good. You taste my pre-cum.”
You think that he must really be excited, so you respond with “I want you inside of me.”
“I’m lying down, so climb on me.” He types.
A thought pops into your head, you want to ride your dildo as you sext. “Yes. I strip off my panties and then straddle you.” You set down your phone, pull off your panties, and get on your knees. The comforter on your bed is nice and soft on your knees. You position your toy and slowly lower yourself onto it. Picking up your phone again you describe “I straddle you. My knees are along side your body as I slowly lower myself on to you.”
“Yes, I feel your tight wet snatch slowly covering me. You are so excited. I reach up and pull your nipples.”
You move up and down on your dildo, trying to do it slowly like in the story. It feels so good. So different. You pull a nipple and text “Yes pull my nipples. Feel my cunt on your hard cock. Feel me devour you.” It feels a little weird typing the word ‘cunt’ but Bobby used it and it fits how you feel. It isn’t your ‘small, delicate pussy’ that you are playing with. No, It’s your ‘hungry cunt’ that is being fed. You bounce up and down a little faster. Imagining him inside of you. “I move faster and harder. I feel you deep inside of me.”
“Yes, ride me as hard as you need. I let go of one nipple and use my thumb to rub your clit. Your pussy feels so good on me. I’m about to cum. I want you to cum too.”
You release your nipple and rub your clit as you describe “Yes, I feel your thumb rubbing my clit. I rock back and forth hard I want to feel you finish inside of me.” You rub with one hand as you hold the phone with the other. You are all the way down and rocking your hips back and forth. You have never used your toy like this, It feels so different. You rub your clit harder, feeling your orgasm building. “Yes rub me. Cum in me. I’m almost there.” You text.
“Yessss. MMMMMM. Ooooooo. You feel me spurt inside of you. I’m throbbing inside of you as I shoot you full.”
You imagine him inside of you and feel your body clench with pleasure. You are breathing harder and feel traces of sweat on your skin.
Falling back onto your bed you type “That was amazing.”
“I hold you in my arms as I let my softening dick slide from you. I feel your heart beat against mine as we lie together on your bed.” Almost as if on cue, your toy slides from you. Lying naked, holding your phone you read “I kiss you and feel your warm body against mine as my breathing slows and our hearts beat against each other.”
“I kiss you, and then say ‘As wonderful as this is, I’m kicking you out. Get dressed and go.’ I stop hugging you and watch as you get up and get dressed.”
“Of course. I quickly get off your bed. Get dressed and kiss you one last time. ‘Should I take the leftovers with me?’ I ask with a smile.”
“Sure. You really commit to the bit. Take your imaginary food home with you, in your imaginary jeep. But I have one question for you.” You look at the screen for a moment, wondering if you really want an answer. “Did you really cum? And Is this really why your marriage fell apart?”
There is a long pause. You start typing “You don’t need to answer that.”
But before you can send it, you read “Yes, I did. Yes. Sexting fantasy dates and wild imaginary sexual encounters with strangers, instead of real dates with my real wife was one of the factors in our divorce. Let’s stop here for the night. Did you really enjoy that? Or was it too much?”
You delete your unsent message and then respond. “I really enjoyed it. I couldn’t do it all the time like that, but I had fun. Get some sleep. TTYL.” And you finish with a kissing emoji.
Putting your phone down, you clean up and put away your toy. “That was all in my imagination.” You say to yourself. “The Restaurant, the Jeep, and the sex afterwards. If he put that much effort into sexting, he should be writing porn.” You look at yourself in the mirror and smile, “Yes, I would read porn written by ‘NiceGuy63111’ though he would probably have a better name as an author. Something like Nick Steele or Ron Handcock. No those are porn actor names. What are the names of the writers?” you ask aloud.
You finish cleaning up and go to bed. “Maybe I’ll ask Jen if she knows. She won’t believe this when she reads it.”
You pick up your phone and text Jen. “Can I come over tomorrow for breakfast? I’ll bring the syrup if Roger makes pancakes.”
Your phone dings. “Sure. Did you enjoy your time with “NiceGuy”?”
“Yes. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow over breakfast.” You reply.
“See you around 9? I’d like to sleep in a bit.”
You smile at that. “OK 9. I’ll pick up syrup on the way. You and Roger enjoy your night.”
“TTYL” she texts and sends a kissing emoji.
You set down your phone and hug one of your pillows. It feels soft against your body. You drift off to sleep, fantasizing about holding a lover in your arms.
(This is the end of Cyber Connection. If you want more about ‘you’ and “NiceGuy63111”, tell me. If you enjoyed this, Leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, then follow and subscribe. Be Seein’ You.)
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