Cyber Connection - Chapter 7: Sexting in Bed

 

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.)

Cyber Connection - Chapter 6: Restaurant Fantasy

 

Your morning goes okay. There are a few irate customers, but you do your best to smile and be cheerful to them. But it doesn’t help that you keep one eye on the clock. You so badly want to take your meal break and talk with Jen.

Just when you expect the breakfast shift to end, you see a large tour bus pull up in the parking lot and everyone getting off and heading for the restaurant. It’s not something that is too common, but it happens when tour groups of retirees or field trips of students are in town. You sigh and you feel your body sag as you see the elderly people approach the counter. You put on a fake smile and greet each one. You patiently listen as they ask questions about the breakfast sandwiches, the “big boy breakfast” platter, and of course “What time do you start serving lunch?”

Luckily the other cashier, Maria, helps out and it keeps the line moving a bit faster than if you had been by yourself. Both of you give fake smiles at each other when you hear the same question for the third time. You give Maria a knowing look as she calmly explains again, “No sir, Lunch doesn’t start until 10:30, and it is currently 10:06. Would you like something from our Breakfast menu?”

Once the last of the customers has their order, you give Maria a friendly squeeze on her shoulder. “Thanks for coming up. I know you normally do Drive Thru, but I appreciate the help.” She smiles. “You’re welcome. The morning commuters are all gone. When I saw the bus, I knew you needed a hand.”

“I’m going to take my meal break. Can I bring you back a coffee or something?” You ask as you grab your windbreaker, and nod to your manager as he comes up.

“Can you bring me back one of those large ‘Pumpkin Spice Lattes’?” She answers with a smile.

“Will do. Be back in a bit.”

Your phone dings, “Where are you? I’m at the Café” Jen texts.

“On my way. Old folks tour bus.” You respond.

Using the app, you place an order for a spiced coffee, and donut. Then you add another one for Maria’s Pumpkin Spice Latte but just keep it in the cart until you and Jen are done.

Grabbing your order, you sit down with Jen whose drink is half done, along with most of her cinnamon roll. “So, what sexy thing do you want to show me today?” she asks as she leans forward.  

You scroll to the beginning of last nights texting session, and hand it over to her.

After a moment she says, “Wait, What? You massaged his feet by sexting?”

You lean in and have her lower her voice, “Yeah, sort of. I got some foot lotion from that gift basket my aunt sent me, so I could describe the smell and feel of the lotion.”

She gives you a confused look. “Then I described how it would feel as I rubbed his feet.”

Jen sipped her drink. “And this worked?”

You nod “Keep reading.”

She comes to the part where she reads ‘I want to lick your pussy.’ “Whoa, so you turned him on by sexting about rubbing his feet?”

You give her a knowing smile “Apparently so.” You lean in even closer and quietly say “And the best part was I pulled off my pants and played with myself as he described licking me.”

Jen looks back down and continues reading until the end. At one point she shifts in her seat and adjusts her sport coat to more fully cover her chest.

“Are you getting excited, Miss Jen?” you playfully ask.

She hands your phone back. “The next time Roger goes on a business trip, I know what we’ll try.”

She takes a deep drink from her cup and waits for a moment. “Are you going to wait until later in the week and try something different with your NiceGuy?”

You lean back in your chair for moment, enjoying that you got Jen all hot and bothered.  “Yes. I’ll chat with Bobby a little during the week, but if I have either day of the weekend off, I’ll see if we can do a full sexting session.”

She nods and finishes her drink and roll. “I need to get back to the office. I’ll have to see if Roger and I can do something to turn you on at an inappropriate time.”

You smile at her as you place the order for Maria’s drink. “You do all the time. I just do a better job hiding it.”  You hug and she leaves.

Maria is back at the drive thru, so you hand her the cup. She places the other hand over the microphone “What do I owe you?”

You smile, “It’s on me. Why don’t you just get me something next time you go.” She nods and finishes taking an order.

The rest of your shift is relatively uneventful. Before you go, you ask the manager, “What is the chance that I can get the weekend off again?”

“I’ll do the schedule later on, but some of the newer kids really need more Saturday time. I’ll see what happens. Do you have a preference if I need you to work part of the weekend?”

 “Saturday. I don’t mind working Sunday if I have Saturday off.” You quickly respond, knowing that Bobby goes to church on Sundays.

Your manager writes a note on the corner of his clipboard. “Thanks. See you tomorrow.”

At home, you do your normal routine; changing out of work clothes, making a quick dinner, checking through mail & emails, and then chatting with folks. A couple of random guys send you DMs, but they look fake so you block them, and wait for ‘NiceGuy63111’.

“How was your day?” Pops up on your screen.

You smile as you reply “It was good.” You tell him about your morning with the tour bus full of senior citizens.

“LOL. Of course. Was Jen angry that you were late?”  He types.

“No. She understands that those things happen when you work fast food. How was your day?”

He describes his day and tells you that things are busy but okay. Not as stressful as yesterday.

“Speaking of yesterday, I had an idea. I might have Saturday off, so would you be interested in doing a special sexting session Friday night?”

His cursor blinks on the screen for a few minutes and then you read “Ok. Do you have something in mind?”  

“You enjoyed the Fair, and my foot massage. I was thinking of creating a fantasy for you of us going out. A dinner or maybe a movie?” You think back to the fantasy of the two of you on the couch watching a video.

“Ok. If you create the fantasy of a restaurant date, I’ll come up with a good sexting session. Would you like it to be in my bedroom, yours, or maybe the car in the restaurant parking lot?”  He offers.

“I hadn’t thought about in the car. Maybe flirting in the restaurant, some teasing in the car, and then back to my place?” Already you have images filling your mind.

“Ok, your place, so that way, when you are tired of me you can kick me out and send me home.” He types followed by a winking emoji.

“LoL. Of course. I’m a ‘use ‘em and kick ‘em out’ kinda girl.” You respond with a laughing emoji.

You both agree to just do ‘quick friendly updates’ the rest of the week. The only time either of you will mention the plan for Friday is if you need details for the story.

“Rest well my lovely lady. I will log off and have a late supper. I hadn’t eaten yet and the idea of a restaurant meal with you has me hungry.”  

“TTYL” you type with a kissing emoji.

The rest of the week goes as usual. Work is typical. Some customers are friendly, some are irritated, and some just can make up their minds. You handle each of them as if they are special and important, which makes even the irritated ones, soften and smile.

For your meal breaks, you still meet up with Jen. She enjoys getting out of the office and she helps by giving you ideas for the restaurant fantasy.

Chatting with Bobby, you ask “Would you prefer a fancy restaurant, or just a nice restaurant?”

“A nice restaurant. Somewhere you can wear a dress that is comfortable, but you aren’t worried if you spill something on it. That way I can wear a shirt without a tie or coat.”

“Okay. Is there a type of food that you would like?” You respond.

“Maybe somewhere with seafood, or a steak house. But we could also do Chinese, Italian, or something else ethnic.”

“Near me there is a nice restaurant that has burgers, steaks, and a ‘catch of the day’. No shrimp or crabs, but fish, and I think fried oysters or clams.” Thinking of ‘Chez Earnie’ which was going to be a French restaurant before the owner changed chefs and made it a family restaurant but kept the name.

“That sounds nice. I’ll look forward to reading your description.” He types.

 After logging off, you work on the fantasy. Bobby picking you up at your apartment, and going to ‘Chez Earnie’. You go online and look at their menu. You type of couple of options for the story. Each night you work on it, adding details and ideas. Describing your dress, a mid-length summer dress with a floral pattern that you have in your closet. You are tempted to put it on and take a couple of selfies. “No. I want his imagination to fill in the gaps. That’s what he told me.”

You type up your description of the restaurant, your outfit, sitting close to him, and teasing him as you eat.

All week you write, read, edit, and reread it until you were happy with it. During your chats with Bobby, you don’t really let in on how it is going.

On Friday, during your meal break, you talk to Jen about “after dinner sex”. You describe the plan of going back to your place, but could you do something before that?

She smiles as she leans back in her chair for a moment, then moves nice and close. In an almost conspiratorial tone she asks “Have you ever given a ‘handy’ in public?” You feel your face get warm as you feel embarrassed by the question. “No. Have you?” But then you feel stupid asking. Of course she has. She did it on the Ferris wheel. “I mean, have you done that in a restaurant?” you correct yourself.

She leans closer “Roger fingered me in one once, and I did him in a movie theater.”

“Did anyone say anything?” You ask.

“No but we got a few strange looks both times.” She says and straightens up.

You think about it. It is all a fantasy, and you won’t be in a real restaurant. “Ok. I’ll think about it. You’ve given me a couple more ideas.”

That evening, you just eat a salad. You want to focus on the fantasy. In preparation you, set up your toy and lube next to your bed. Your phone is charged up, so even though you will start by using the computer, you can switch to your phone and more easily enjoy yourself, when it’s time.

Soon you read “How was your day?”
You feel butterflies of anticipation in your stomach as you type “It was okay. It’s Friday, are you ready for a sexting fantasy?”

There is a small delay before he responds. “It is Friday. Would you like to ‘go out for dinner’?”

You have your story open in another window. “Yes. I’m wearing a light summer dress. It goes down to my knees. It’s cotton and in a pretty floral pattern. I’m waiting outside of my apartment building for you to pick me up.”

“Because the weather is nice, you see me pull up in a Jeep with the top down.”  

You are a little surprised by this. “You have a Jeep?” you respond.

“Tonight I do. It’s dark green with gold and black trim. I pull up, get out and open the passenger door for you.”

“I walk up, and give you a kiss. What are you wearing?”

“A light blue button up short sleeve shirt, with dark blue slacks. After your kiss, I hold your hand as you step into the Jeep, then close the door.”

“I give you directions to ‘Chez Earnie’, which is a family restaurant. You mentioned fish, steaks, and seafood. They have a little bit of everything.”

“As I drive, I rest my hand on your knee.”

You smile at that, “I adjust the hem of my dress, your hand rests on my bare leg. I’m not wearing stockings or pantyhose.”

“I slowly move my hand up, but then pull my hand away, to better focus on driving.”

“With both your hands on the wheel, I rest my hand on your thigh, slowly moving it closer to your crotch. Teasing you as you drive.” You are glad you aren’t doing this in real life. You would hate to get in a traffic accident.

“I adjust myself in my seat at the traffic light. But don’t remove your hand. ‘How much farther to the restaurant’?”

You think about it. Realistically you would be there by now, so you type “Make that right turn and you’ll see the parking lot and the sign. The building is a small brick and stone building with a patio area for use during good weather.”

“I’ve never been here before. Should we eat out on the patio?”

You look over at your story. You wrote it thinking about the main dining room, but the idea of sitting outside in nice weather sounds so tempting. You shake your head. “Let’s eat inside. The weather is nice but I don’t to worry about bugs.”

“Very well my lovely lady. Whatever you want. I take your hand and escort you into the restaurant.” He types.

You copy and paste parts of your story. Describing the inside of the restaurant. The polite waiter, who waits patiently as you debate over your order. You describe how the tablecloth goes more than halfway to the floor, helping to hide the fact you raised your dress as you sat down. Slowly you rub your bare leg against his pant leg.

“As I take a sip of my water, I place my other hand on your thigh. This time, I’m not driving so I slowly move my hand up along your smooth thigh.”

That wasn’t of your original story, but it is definitely where you want the fantasy to go. You describe the feeling of his hand on your thigh as he moves closer to your crotch. The fabric of your panties is damp, (both in the story and in reality). You write that the waiter brings your food, but you want Bobby to keep his hand where it is. He responds by describing how he moves his fingertips along the wet fabric.

“That feels so good. I cut a piece of my steak, dip it in steak sauce and feed you. You taste the seasonings of their homemade sauce.” You can imagine him teasing you as you feed him. He keeps his hand busy with you as you alternate a forkful of fish with another cube of steak.

“I lean to you and kiss you, so you can taste the steak sauce on my mouth.”

“I kiss you deeper, tasting the sauce and you. I so badly want to finish the meal and go back to my apartment.”

“Waiter, can you give us a ‘doggie bag’ for everything? I think we are done here for the night.”

You quickly type the waiter’s responses and reactions. Bringing a couple of small boxes for the left over steak and fish.

You then describe getting back to the Jeep. Bobby types “As you walk next to me, I rest a hand on your firm ass. I want the waiter and the customers to see how sexy you are.”

He then writes “We climb into the Jeep and drive back to your apartment.”

“Once we are in my apartment, I need you to take the lead for the fantasy from here.”

“I will. I definitely will.”

(This took longer than I planned. I will stop this chapter here and pick up Chapter 7 with “Sexting in the Apartment”. I’m sorry that “Dinner Fantasy took longer than I thought. I could have cut it down, but I like the idea of teasing you and having you asking for more. I’m sorry this one was late, but Chapter 7 will be on time on Friday. I’ll be seeing you.)

Cyber Connection - Chapter 5: NiceGuy63111's fantasy for you

 

You are amazed how Sunday went. The idea of Bobby stroking himself to an orgasm as you described how you would suck him, still turns you on. Especially since you started off with your description of spending time with him at the Fair. Later on, you were tempted to text him again, but instead you just fantasized about him and used your toy.

Waking up Monday morning, you feel relaxed, and a little excited about chatting with “NiceGuy63111” later in the day. At work, you smile at everyone and the morning goes smoothly. After the breakfast rush, you take a break and check your phone. Jen left a message asking about your Sunday. You text back “You wouldn’t believe what happened. Can you meet for a coffee?”

In a minute she responds “If it is as interesting as last time we had coffee, sure, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” You send her a smiley face emoji.

You ask the manager, “Can I do like I did last week and take my meal break, before the lunch rush?”

He looks at the clock and shakes his head. “Go, but be back as soon as you can.”

You nod and grab your windbreaker. You can tell the coffee shop is getting ready for autumn. It’s menu has more hot Apple Cider, and Pumpkin Spice drinks, plus a fresh batch of “apple cider donuts”. You get spiced coffee and a doughnut. Jen walks in as you pick up your order. “Give me a second.” She says as she places her order. Getting her favorite cinnamon roll and a pumpkin spice foamy drink.

You silently push your phone over to her with the chat app already open, and scrolled back to where you described the Fair and imaging holding Bobby’s hand.

She reads it as she unrolls part of her cinnamon roll and chews on it. Her chewing slows as she reads more. “So the ‘going to your apartment for sex’ was his idea?”

You nod “Apparently he was so turned on by my description of us spending time at the Fair, that he wanted to go back to my apartment for oral sex, instead of doing what you and Roger did on the Ferris wheel.”

She passes you back your phone, winks and smiles at you, “We had oral sex after the Ferris wheel too. And then we..”

“I don’t really need the details Jen.” You interrupt her. “But my question is, should I try tonight to pick things up again, or do you think it was a ‘one off’ because of the story?”

Jen picks up her unrolling roll and eats some more of it, leaning back and then sipping her drink. “So why did you stop, yesterday? Were you really not in the mood?” she finally asks.

You think about it for a moment. “Sexting like that took more concentration than I anticipated. I was trying to imagine him at the same time I was typing. But as much as I wanted to be turned on, I kept focusing on the sentences to make sure they made sense. I didn’t want a typo to ruin his time.”

“I can see that. That’s probably why when Roger and I do it, it’s short and to the point. But you already said that Bobby isn’t turned on by that.”

For a moment you imagine Bobby, sitting in front of his computer, with his hard dick in his hand stroking as he reads what you type. You’ve never seen his, but you imagine that it is as thick as your toy, nicely cut, with a few visible veins. Just the thought of this starts to excite you.

Jen leans closer to you, “Are you getting turned on right now by thinking about him?”

You blush when you realize that your nipples are hard and visible against your shirt. 
 “Maybe.” You playfully answer and then sip your coffee.

“Well, whatever you just did, I say that you should do it again at home. But we both need to get back to work, so you might want to think of something less exciting.” She says with a smile and a wink.

“Do you have that problem when you think about Roger?” you ask.

“Not usually. If I get excited thinking about him at work, I stop and remember that he didn’t clean the kitchen or do the laundry. Or imagine that he left dirty clothes on the bedroom floor. I’m turned off by that point.” She responds with a grin as she gets up.

You stand up and lean into her for a moment. “But what about if you come home and he’s cleaned the kitchen and done laundry?”

“That’s easy. I fuck his brains out.” She answers finishing her drink.

The rest of your work shift goes as usual. Most people are happy to get their food, and a few complaints about mistakes which you do your best to fix. Every once in a while, when things are quiet, you imagine Bobby at his computer, masturbating and waiting for you. A tingle of excitement moves through you when you do. But then you have to focus on the next customer, and the feeling is gone.

When you get home, you fight the urge to text him immediately. The excitement of arousing him again, especially with the implied promise of him pleasuring you in return, keeps trying to push to the front of your mind. “Stick to my normal routine. Besides he’s probably not on yet. Sort through the mail, make dinner, check email, and then text him, if he’s on.” You say as you place today’s mail on the desk. You change into your yoga pants and t-shirt. “I wonder if he knows I go bra-less most of the time I’m relaxing at home.” You think as you remove your bra and pull your t-shirt on. Glancing in the mirror, you remind yourself why you have to wear a bra to work. Your nipples are noticeable even when you aren’t excited.

You make a quick microwave pasta dish, then sort through the mail as you eat. Just bills and ads.

Your emails aren’t anything different. Then you sit back for a moment and wonder what he had for dinner. After throwing away all the trash, you sit down and see if “NiceGuy63111” is on.

“Hi Bobby, how was your day and what are you having for dinner?” you type. He’s not on yet but you want your message to be what he sees when he signs on.

You wait to see if he is going to respond. But apparently he is busy.

You play the “match the items” game on your phone, hoping that will distract you until he signs on. After completing a couple more levels (and going through almost a dozen lives), you see him typing an answer.

“Hi. My day was busy and stressful. I didn’t feel like cooking, so I picked up a sandwich from the shop on the corner. How was your day?”

You read the ‘busy and stressful’ line and type “Do you want to tell me about it, or should I try to massage you like you massaged me last week?”

“Do you think you can? Try to massage me via texting?”

You smile and respond “I’m willing to try.”

“Ok, where do you want to start? At my neck or at your feet?” he asks.

You had never thought about starting at anyone’s feet. Feet after a long day would be smelly and sweaty. But this is all a fantasy. You type up a response “Before I decide, tell me about your feet. Do you keep your nails trimmed? Do you have callouses and bunions?”

“LOL. I do keep my toe nails trimmed. The bottoms have some callouses and rough spots, but I don’t have any bunions or corns. Do you want a photo?”

Before you respond you receive a photo of his feet. The there are visible rough spots on them but aside from that, they’re nice feet. “You have very nice feet. OK. Then sit back as I take your right foot and massage it.”

“Do you want some lotion, cream, or oil? A foot cream might help with some of the callouses.” He types.

“Give me a minute.” You respond. Getting up, you check your bathroom. That gift basket your aunt sent for the holidays, has lotions, soaps and things in it. You find one that says ‘Foot Cream with Shea Butter’. You uncap it and smell. It has a floral fragrance. You place it by the computer with a hand towel. “I have some ‘Spa Foot Cream’. I squirt some on my hands and slowly rub it along the bottom of your right foot.” You squirt a little into your hand to feel the texture of it and get a better idea of the smell. Then wipe your hands with the towel. “You feel my fingers rub the lotion along the bottom of your foot. Rubbing the rough spots, I feel your skin soften and the room is filled with a soft floral scent.” 

“You are such a clever girl. Yes I feel your strong fingers working my foot. It relaxes under your touch. The scent of the lotion is wonderful.”

You continue describing how you massage his foot, heel, toes and then rotate his ankle. Then you switch to the left foot. You occasionally read his comments of “Mmmm. That feels so good.” And “You really know what you are doing.”.

The strange thing is, you have never done this in real life. You’ve had your foot massaged by an old boyfriend, but never done it for anyone. You concentrate on your description, imagining helping Bobby relax and feel better. After you finish writing about rotating his right ankle, you read “Sit down, I want to lick your pussy.”

You smile and feel a little tingle. “Are you sure? We could stop here?”

“You did such a wonderful job helping me relax, and last night you did a great job with the Fair and afterwards. You deserve a reward. Something you have asked for and I’m ready to give it.”

“OK, give me a minute first.” You type. Grabbing your cellphone, you go to your bedroom, lie down on your bed, and text him “OK. I’m ready.”

“I slowly slide your pants off of you, leaving your panties on.” He describes.

You take your yoga pants off, then lie back down, anticipating his next words.

“I spread your legs and softly kiss the inside of your right knee. I slowly work my way up your thigh. Kissing, and softly licking, your soft warm thigh.”

As he describes this, take your fingertips and slowly move them along the inside of your thigh. Imagining him kissing his way closer to your pussy. You are already damp from the excitement of what he is doing.

“Feel my lips as they are almost to your crotch. I slowly exhale a warm breath on your damp panties. I see a spot of wetness already in the cloth. Feel as I use just the tip of my tongue to slowly lick the surface of the fabric.”

You slowly use the tip of your finger to move on the outside of your panties. Moving up and down as he describes. “You are so good at this. Your lips and tongue feel so good on me.” You type one-handed on your phone.

“I smile up at you from between your legs. Feel my fingers as I slowly slide the waistband of your panties down the curve of your ass, and down your legs.”

“Yes, remove my panties. I want to feel your mouth on me.” You type, then remove yours, throwing them on the floor.

You read “I slide my hands under your firm butt cheeks, then lick up and down the folds of your lips. I taste your flavor and your excitement.”

Moving your finger tip up and down, you enjoy this. It is the strangest masturbation session you’ve ever done. But there is something so sexy and erotic about it. As he continues describing licking and then sucking your clit, you rub yourself, imaging his mouth. “Yes, suck my clit” you type. Rubbing harder and faster, you feel your orgasm building.

“Yes, as I suck your clit, I feel how close you are to cuming. I work a finger into your wet and waiting cunt, as I suck your clit harder.”

You put down your phone and rub yourself with one hand and finger yourself with the other. Imagining his fingers and his mouth helps to push you over the edge and you cum hard. Your legs tighten around your hands as you feel the pleasure move through you.

Wiping your fingers on your thighs, you pick your phone back up.

“I feel your pleasure as you orgasm against my face.”

Using both hands, you text “YES! My legs press against your head and I hump your face as my pleasure washes over me.” You wait a second and then type. “That was amazing. I really did cum. Thank you so much Bobby. I’ve never done anything like that.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Maybe next time, we can try something other than oral sex? But give me a few days.” He then types. “Let the anticipation for next time build before we try something more.”

You nod as you read it, then respond. “Of course. Can I just text you tomorrow? To check on how your day was? You really are a nice guy and special to me. That’s not just because of tonight, but want to make sure you are okay.”

“Sure. I’m really glad I was able to give you pleasure. Let’s call it a night. Chat with you tomorrow. I hope you sleep well and enjoy your day tomorrow.” He closes with a kissing emoji.

“You too. Goodnight Bobby. I’ll sleep well.” And you send a kissing emoji too.

You get up and pull on your sleep shirt, and a fresh pair of panties. You quickly text Jen “Can we meet again tomorrow? You won’t believe what happened tonight.” 

In a few minutes you read, “Sure. But I’m happy to listen now if you want.”

You smile at that and respond. “Not tonight Jen. I’m tired now, so I’m going to bed. I would forward you ‘NiceGuy63111’ texts, but I would hate for Roger to see you reading them and think that you were sexting with some random guy.”

“LOL. Depending on his mood and fantasy he might enjoy that. But get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.” She closes with a winking emoji and a kissing one.

You sigh contentedly, set your phone on the stand by your bed, and fall asleep.

Cyber Connection - Chapter 4: A Fantasy for NiceGuy63111

 

Your alarm goes off. You check your phone, it’s Sunday. You don’t have to be up yet. You forgot to turn off your alarm when you went to bed after going to the Fair yesterday.

Thinking back for a moment, you are still surprised that Jen and Roger had fun on the Ferris wheel. That cum stain on the front of his shorts was so funny to see, but a little exciting too. You’ve never done anything like that. Thought about it. Fantasized about it. Even mentioned it to a boyfriend once. But never done it. Like Jen, you are too much of a chicken to try it.

You get up, make some coffee, and then sit in front of your computer. Last night you wrote down your thoughts about what happened at the fair. You called it “Ferris wheel sex fantasy”. Reading it, you make a few changes to it. You remove the names and change it from “she” to “I”. Then you back track and add more details about the Fair. The sights, sounds, and smells. Instead of it being “Jen’s” story, you make it yours. The things you did. You are good right up to the point where you are sitting in the Ferris wheel. You don’t want to picture Roger. You want Bobby. Opening your chat app, you look at photos of NiceGuy63111. His smile, his eyes, his hair. Scrolling through the selfies he sent you; you look for one of him in T-shirt and jeans. He rarely wears shorts, so there are no photos of him like that. You imagine walking around the Fair with him.

Backing up to earlier paragraphs, you describe holding his hand, talking about the animals and crafts, and then going on the rides. The feel of the “Tilt-o-whirl” going around. The jarring crash of the bumper cars as you try to race past each other. Going up and down on a painted pony on the Merry-go-round, and smiling at him as he rides a different one. It’s all fantasy, but because you watched Jen and Roger do it, while you were there, you can easily picture it being you and Bobby. Right up to the Ferris wheel. You describe climbing in, sitting next to Bobby, and the lower section closing up, protecting you, and covering you from the waist down. A different design car wouldn’t work. The kind with the railing instead would have you too exposed. “Why am I putting so much effort into this?” you ask aloud. “I don’t even know if he would enjoy this. He might be turned off by ‘public sex’.”

You stop and save, then go back to the kitchen and make breakfast. You wish you had Roger’s pancakes, but a bowl of cereal with fruit will be good enough. As you eat, you watch the Sunday Morning News. Mostly cute human interest stories, including a live report from the County Fair. If Bobby lived near you, you’d take him. Just walking around, like in your story would be fun.

You finish, turn off the TV, and clean up. Later, you go back on your computer and go through emails. Nothing really important, just bill reminders, spam, and junk that you really don’t care about.

Your message app flashes. There is a message, so you open it. “NiceGuy63111” sends “Hi. I hope you are enjoying your weekend. I just got home from church. What are you doing?”

You sit up in your chair and respond, “I’m okay. I had fun with my friends yesterday. Just relaxing today. How was church?” He previously told you that part of his changes in life was to attend church on Sundays. He mentioned something about “being a better member of my community, and helping others.”

He types “The service was good, like usual. The sermon was about ‘Listening to others, when they are in need.’ Our preacher does a good job with her sermons. She really gets right to the message.” There is a pause for a moment than he continues, “So you had fun with your friends? What did you do? I want to hear about it.”

You tell him about Roger’s pancakes, going to the fair, seeing the sights, and riding the rides. Then you ask “Have you ever done anything sexual in public?”

“The fair sounds fun. It’s been a while since I went to the State Fair.” Then there is another pause. “What kind of sexual thing in public?”

You describe how Roger and Jen played with each other on the Ferris wheel, including the cum stain on his shorts.

“LOL. That must have been funny to see.” He responds. “My Ex and I talked about it, and even tried it in our car, in a parking lot. But It was more uncomfortable than we thought. I never thought of doing it on a carnival ride.”

“When you wrote sexting fantasies, did you write about doing it in public?” You ask.

“There were a couple of times, where the women I chatted with had me describe being in an open air café, a bar restroom, in a car, on a boat, and even in a back alley. But those were all just fantasies. I think my descriptions and the excitement of the fantasy were what gave pleasure to the women.”

“Did you enjoy it?” you ask, genuinely curious.

You see the blinking cursor as he types his answer. It takes a while so you aren’t sure if he is typing a long answer or if he keeps typing and deleting his response. Finally a comment appears.

“I enjoyed writing. I liked the fantasy of exciting and arousing the person I was sexting with. But was I excited or aroused? Not really. It took too much concentration to write and keep the story going. None of them could do a good job in return.”

“What do you mean?” you type.

“I would create these vivid and descriptive stories, similar to what I did for you with the ‘massage’ fantasy. But when I asked for something similar in return, I would get a ‘we’re naked, I suck you, we fuck’ kind of story. There was nothing erotic about that.” You can almost imagine the discouraged tone in his voice.

“Oh. I see. Can I try something with you? If it doesn’t go anywhere, I understand. But can I try to create a fantasy for you?”

There is a pause, then he types, “What kind of fantasy? What do you have in mind?”

“You said you haven’t been to the Fair in a while. Can I create a fantasy of us going to the fair together?”

“Ok. Let’s see what you’ve got.” He responds.

You open your story and copy the first couple of lines. “We are at the County Fair. We are holding hands as we walk through the ticket gate. The smells of the popcorn, cotton candy, and fried foods fills the air.”

He types. “Your hand feels good in mine. The various foods smell tasty as we walk past the booths.”

“I tell you that ‘we should check out the livestock judging, and maybe get something to eat afterwards.’ I grip your hand tighter as I lead the way.”

“Continue on. What do we see?”

You continue copying and pasting parts of your story, editing and modifying them so they fit. Bobby responds from time to time, but none of it really changes the story.

He enjoys your descriptions of the bumper cars and the Merry-go-Round. Then you get to the Ferris wheel.

“I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you. If we were really there, I wish I was as daring as my friends Jen and Roger.”

“Really? Would you really like me to play with you in public, while riding a ride?” He asks. You remember the last time you tried to sext and he shut it down, so you take a moment to respond.

“Bobby, if we were really there, yes, I’d want to unzip you, and stroke you as you caress and finger me.” But then you follow it up with, “But we don’t need to do that right now. Just the feel of you sitting next to me, as the safety bar closes us in. The motion of the car as it goes backward and loads the next couple, then the one after that. We can just hold hands and kiss if you want.”

“You put a lot of work and thought into this. I am really enjoying it.” He types. “But instead of on the Ferris wheel, lets have the fantasy move back to your apartment.”

“Really? We ride the Ferris wheel and then go back to my apartment? You don’t want sex in public, or to try something different and new?”

“I’ve never been to your apartment, so coming back, after a day at the Fair, after winning you a large stuffed animal in one of the games, would be something different and new.”

You think for a moment and try to remember what stuffed animals you saw. “You win me a purple teddy bear with a pink heart on it’s chest. I hold it in one arm as I hold your hand with the other. I kiss you when you win it. Your lips feel soft and warm against mine.”

“I drive you back to your place.”

“I lean my head against your shoulder as you drive.”

“I put an arm around you.”

This continues on until you ask him “Do you want on the couch in the living room or in my bedroom?”

“Let’s do the bedroom.” He responds.

You smile as you read it. “Good. I pull in into my bedroom, remove your shirt and kiss your chest.”

“Don’t you want me to take the lead from here?” he types.

“No. I want to give you pleasure. This is my fantasy for you.” You type and then continue, “I kiss your bare chest as you feel my hands undoing your jeans.”

“Your lips feel good on my chest.”

“I lick your nipple. Men’s nipples are sensitive too.” You continue. “Your jeans drop to the floor and you step out of them as I have you lie on the bed.”

“Should I remove my underwear?”

“I slowly pull them down, and see your excited penis. Are you hard for me?”

“I’m getting hard for you.”

“I kiss down your stomach as my hand grips your shaft.”

“Your lips feel good on me as does your hand. I like how you are slowly stroking me.”

“Yes, I’m slowly stroking you as I kiss my way down. I’m getting closer to it as I slowly stroke up and down, feeling it get harder in my hand.”

“Yes. I’m hard for you.”

“Is he really hard?” you ask yourself, but don’t want to ask him and risk spoiling the mood. “My mouth is right above your tip. You feel my warm breath on you.”

You get up for a moment and get your dildo from your bedroom. You want to be as descriptive as possible for him. “Feel my tongue as I lick around the tip. Slowly licking around and then down your shaft. My tongue is wet and smooth against your veiny cock, as I hold the base and lick down and then up.”

“Mmmmm yes your wet, smooth tongue feels so good.”

You lick your dildo, then put the tip in your mouth and suck. “Feel my wet, warm mouth on your tip as I suck you gently then firmly.”

“Your mouth feels so good. I reach down and grab a handful of your hair.”

“Yes, pull my hair as I suck you harder. Taking you deeper into my mouth.”

You place the dildo on the desk and type faster. “Feel the back of my throat as I take you fully in my mouth, then take you out and stroke you. Lubing your hard cock with my saliva.”

“Yes. That feels so good I want to cum.”

“Yes Bobby, cum for me. Cum now and I’ll lick it up.”

There is a pause for a couple of minutes. “My hand is covered. I ejaculated all over myself.”

“Did you really? Or are you just telling me that to make me feel good?”

“No. I really came all over myself. You did a great job. Do you want me to continue with you?”

You think about it for a moment. You enjoyed it, but you aren’t really turned on right now.

“We can stop for today. I’ll let you clean up. How about on a day when you want to pleasure me, we try again?”

“But you did a wonderful job for me, and I want to return the favor.”

You are a little surprised at yourself because even with a toy in front of you, you really aren’t in the mood. The writing and describing really took more focus and concentration than you expected. “Save that feeling Bobby. I’m happy you enjoyed it. Let’s stop for now and try another time.”

“Ok. I’ll sign off and clean up. If you change your mind, tell me. I can easily switch places on your bed.” He types.

You like that idea but want to also give him time. You tell him “TTYL” and give him a Kiss emoji. You log off and put away your dildo. “Maybe I’ll read a good book. If I get into the mood, I can always message him back.” You tell yourself with a smile.

( I hope you enjoyed Chapter 4 of this storyline. If you did, leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. See you next time.) 

Cyber Connection - Chapter 2: Talking to Jen

 When you wake up the next morning, you check your messages to see if NiceGuy63111 sent anything. No. But he normally doesn’t message in the morning. He works a 7–4 job somewhere, so he’s normally out of the house by the time you wake up.

You look at your watch, and get ready for work. You remember that you’ve got the morning shift.

On your way to work, you text your friend Jen. “Jen, If you’ve got time today, can we meet during your lunch break or coffee break?” You are lucky that she works as an office assistant only a couple of blocks away from the restaurant.

As you pull into the parking lot, your phone dings. “Sure. Shall we grab something at the coffee shop around 10:30?” you read.

“Ok. I should be able to take a break then. TTYL”

The manager is already here, checking to make sure the night team didn’t leave any messes behind when they closed up. You smell the grill and the fryer as they both heat up. You get your cash drawer, quickly you count and confirm what you have, then slide it into the register.

All morning you have felt pretty good after last night. Your smile at each customer has been met by a similar one. It’s almost like your good mood is infectious.

Even the lady who comes back, complaining that her hotcakes weren’t right, does it politely “Miss, I hate to bother you, but my order isn’t right.” She says, handing you her receipt. You glance at it and her tray.

She is correct, so, you hand the receipt back to her. “Ma’am if you wait a moment, I’ll get the right order for you.” You say as you tell the line and they quickly hand the right order, which you in turn hand to her. She smiles and says in a sincere tone. “Thank you. That’s why I like coming here. You’re always so helpful.”

You realize as she sits down that this was the same woman, the other day, complained about her coffee and said that she was never coming back.

As the breakfast crowd thins out, you wipe down the counters and tables.

When it gets closer to 10:30 you tell the manager that you want to take your lunch break early, before the next big rush shows up. He agrees and takes over the register. You grab your windbreaker and cellphone. “Jen, I’m on my way.”

“Okay. I’ll see you there.” She responds.

The weather is nice, and you really don’t need the windbreaker, but you also don’t want your uniform shirt visible while you sit in a competitor’s coffee shop.

You enter the shop, get a drink and a sweet roll, then you sit and wait for Jen. The spices in your drink go well with the frosted sweet roll.

Jen comes in and waves to you. “Let me place my order first, then we’ll talk.” she says. She gets a tall sweet foamy drink and a huge cinnamon roll, then sits across from you.

“So, what’s up?” she asks as she takes a sip.

You look at her, “Do you and Roger enjoy sexting?” you ask.

She leans forward, “Sure. From time to time. Especially when he travels for work. Why?”

You tap your phone and pull up Bobby’s messages from last night. “Has he ever done anything like this?” You ask as you slide the phone to her.

She takes a bite of her roll and reads the screen. She slows down her chewing as she reads the messages more intently. She swallows, then takes a sip of her drink. “You did this last night?” she asks.

You nod. “Has Roger ever done..”

“I wish.” She says leaning back in her chair for a moment. “Maybe next time he travels, I need to really step up my sexting game.” she says. You look around realizing that she said that louder than you expected. She hands your phone back. “Wow! He just described massaging you. No sex, no dick picks, no requests of nudes from you?” she says with a tone of disbelief.

You shake your head and grin. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Should I try take it further? He said he used to be really good at this.”

Jen leans forward again. “What do you mean? Is he some sort of ‘male cyber slut’?”

You shake your head. “No. He told me his marriage broke up from him sexting and online porn.”

Jen takes another bite of her roll. She chews on it while thinking. After she swallows, she asks “Where would you like this to go?”

You take a sip as you think about it. “I don’t know. When we signed off last night, I had to finish myself with my toy.” you say in a low tone.

“So” Jen says in an equally low tone, “you want to know if I think you should ‘go all the way’ with him?” You nod as you finish your drink.

Jen finishes her roll. “Realistically. I would continue to go slow. See if he wants to do ‘online oral’ or something. Save doing more for later.”

“Ok, Thanks.” You tell her and check your watch. “I should get back to work.” She nods and looks at her phone. “Yeah, I need to bring back drinks for the rest of the office.” As you both stand up, you hug each other. “So, can you join me and Roger on Saturday?” she asks.

“They post the schedule, later in the week. I’ll know then and text you.” You respond. “Thanks again, talk to you later.” You smile as you leave, and she places a large order to go.

You feel good, and the rest of your shift goes well. No major complaints and nothing out of the ordinary. When you get home, you tingle with anticipation.

“Are you home yet?” you text NiceGuy63111, as drive home. He hadn’t responded by the time you enter your apartment. You change out of your uniform, and into sweats and a T-shirt without a bra this time, then log into your computer. You open the chat app, as you also check emails. He hadn’t responded yet, but you try to keep hopeful thoughts as you make dinner. Heating up one of those easy microwave noodle meals. Not the healthiest of options but neither is the food where you work. You add steamed vegetables to balance it out. You mix it all into a bowl and then sit in front of your computer.

“Hi. I just finished eating dinner. How was your day?” You see the message appear on your screen.

“It went well. I’m eating dinner now too. I made noodles and steamed veggies. What did you have?” you type and take a fork full of food.

“I picked up a burger and fries on the way home. I had a busy day at work, so I didn’t feel like cooking.” He responds.

“What made it so busy?” you ask. He answers, talking about deadlines, customer complaints, and being shorthanded since one of his guys quit. As he vents his frustrations, you type a supportive “That sucks” or “Wow” so he doesn’t feel like he’s ranting alone.

You finish eating and place your empty bowl on the desk. “I wish I was there to help you feel better.” You type.

“I wish you were here too.” He responds. “We could sit on my couch and watch a movie.”

“I would like that.” you respond. “Can we try that as a fantasy? Like you did with the massage last night?”

“Really? Why?”

“Because I want to see if I can help you relax like you did me.” you type.

He takes a moment to respond but then you read “Ok… You come over to my place…..We are sitting on my couch.”

“I’m sitting next to you, leaning my head against your shoulder.” You continue.

“I put my arm around you and snuggle. I have a large bowl of popcorn on my lap. Oh, what type of movie are we watching?” He types.

“Does it matter?” you respond

“The movie helps set the mood.” He continues “Are we watching a Rom-Com, an action movie, a thriller, or a family movie? You don’t need to pick a title, just tell me what you imagine watching with me.”

You think about it then type “I’d like a rom-com, like ‘Pretty Woman’.”

“Ok, so the lights are low in my apartment aside from the TV screen. I have a large metal bowl of popcorn in my lap, which we share.”

You smile at his description, imagining how good it would feel. “I continue leaning my head against your shoulder. I feed you a couple pieces of popcorn, then eat a few myself.”

“Mmmm. I like that. Yes, I gently take the popcorn from your fingers, so you only feel my lips.”

“He is so good at this.” you think. Then you type. “I rest my hand on your crotch and feel the warmth of the popcorn bowl on your jeans.”

He types back, “I move your hand, so you can grab more popcorn.”

“I put it back and rub you through your jeans.”

“Stop. That’s not what I want.” He types.

“Bobby, What if it’s what I want?” you ask. “I want to make you feel better. Don’t you want me unzipping your jeans and stroking or sucking you, to make you happy?”

There is a long pause before he responds.

“I told you yesterday that Sexting was part of what ruined my marriage. I like you. I don’t want rush or push things.”

You type, “But last night felt so good. I want to do the same for you.”

“But it’s not what I want. Not right now.” He types, “I like the fantasy of you next to me. A female friend just sitting and enjoying a movie with some popcorn. It’s not a date or anything. Just two friends enjoying each other’s company.”

“But what if I want more!” you reply. “What if my fantasy is to come over to your place, snuggle next to you, and then have sex? Can’t I get that too?”

There is a long pause before he responds again. “Why don’t we stop here for the night? If you want to sext, in the style that I do, it takes time and a little creativity.”

Before you can type a response, he continues, “I’m not saying that I don’t think you can do it, but I am saying that it’s more than ‘get naked’, ‘get hard’, ‘lick it’, ‘suck it’, and ‘fuck until we cum’. Reread what I wrote last night. Read how I described what my fingers did and what you felt.”

“I can do that” you quickly type. “I can focus on describing what you feel, how hard I make you, and how good you taste.” As you read your own words, you think “Where is this coming from? Is it because he turned me away or because it feels like a challenge?”

“Let’s call it a night. If tomorrow you want a sexting fantasy, I’ll be better prepared for it.” you read.

“What do you mean prepared for it? Like having to take Viagra or something?” you ask genuinely curious.

A laughing emoji pops up, with “No nothing like that. It’s more that I need to think of you as a woman who wants to have sex with me. Not a friend coming over.” There is another pause, “As I told you, I’ve made changes to my life. I try not to look at every woman as a sex object, I try to listen and pay attention to them as people, and I try to keep friends as friends. IRL I don’t have any ‘friends with benefits’, so I don’t do that online either.”

“Ok, Bobby. Let’s log off. Talk to you tomorrow.” you say.

“Goodnight.” he types and posts a sleeping emoji.

You aren’t sure if it’s shock, anger, or frustration about what happened, but you feel too keyed up to go to bed. You text Jen. “Hey, You won’t believe what happened tonight…”

(This was Part 2 of my multipart story. If you enjoyed it, Like and leave a comment. If you enjoy my writings, subscribe and follow me. Part 3 will post next week. See you then.)

Cyber Connection - Chapter 1: When Chatting Becomes Something Else

 

You just want to get home and get online. Your job isn’t bad, it just gets frustrating some days. You work at a chain fast food restaurant. When you started, you were on the grill and fryer, but over time you moved up, so now you work the front counter. Today was stressful. The customers were rude and impatient, but not so much that the Manager had to deal with them. Just irritating enough to stress you out.

Walking into your little apartment, you wish you had a pet. A cat or dog. But if you did, then you’d have to care for them and you never seem to have time.

You get out of your uniform and pull on a T-shirt and sweats. As you do, you feel the tension in your neck and shoulders. Grabbing a drink from the fridge, you stretch for a moment then sit down and log into your computer.

After you go through emails, you feel bored and a little tired. Maybe you’ll go to bed early, but first you open up a couple of your chat apps. 

There are a few messages, most of which are from old classmates, including your “BFF”, Jen, talking about plans for the upcoming weekend. Maybe if you aren’t working, you’ll spend time with her and her boyfriend Roger.

A message pops up. You smile. It’s from ‘NiceGuy63111’.

“Hi Bobby, how was your day?” you type on the screen.

He and you have been chatting for months. At first you thought he might be a scammer, but he never asked for anything, nor sent anything that you didn’t want to see.

The only pics you and he have shared are quick, smiling selfies. No nudes or anything that you didn’t want. His comments are sometimes light and flirty, but nothing suggestive or dirty.

You pieced together that he’s a divorced guy in St. Louis, a little older than you. He let slip a few times that he hadn’t been a good husband, but he was still making changes in his life. One of those changes is learning how to listen to women. Whenever you chat with him, he seems genuinely interested in how you are. He makes you feel comfortable and safe.

“How was your day?” he texts.

You quickly type “Fine”. As you still feel the tension in your shoulders.

“Really? Not a stressful day?” You can almost hear the doubt in his words.

“Ok, let me tell you about it.” You reply. Telling him about the irritating customers, frustrations of having to clean up messy tables, and reading texts from your friends who have plans that you might not be able to take part in. As you type, your neck and shoulders still have that tight, tense feeling.

“Damn it. I wish you were here to give me a massage or something.” You quickly type. 

You are about to delete it, but before you can, he responds “Really? I can’t be there, but would it help if I described how I would massage you?”

You chew on your lower lip for a moment. You’ve never tried anything like that. You know that people ‘sext’ all the time. When you were in school, you and your boyfriend at the time, tried it. It was okay. It just seemed rushed and stupid, especially if you were going to hook up later. But this is different. Bobby isn’t your boyfriend, and you aren’t meeting up later, but you think “What the hell. Sure.” 

“Ok.” You type and watch the screen.

“Imagine I’m there.” He starts. 

“Standing behind you…

“You are sitting…

“and you feel my hands gently caress your neck.” 

He types in small texts with pauses.

“Lean your head forward as I slowly rub and caress your neck….. 

“Now feel my fingers on your shoulders…… 

“I softly but firmly press… 

“moving my fingers in small circles…

“relaxing your neck….

“and helping remove the tension from your shoulders.”

As you read his words, you try to imagine what he is describing. You slowly roll your head and crack your neck. Then you exhale and relax your shoulders.

“That’s it….

“Feel how good my fingers are on you….

“Feel how your muscles are relaxing.”

You pull off your T-shirt and bra, and double check to make sure your cam isn’t on. Then you slowly rub your neck. Moving your fingers as he described. 

“This feels so good.” You text and then lean back in your chair. “Can you massage my breasts?” you type. Then quickly delete it. Almost ashamed of what you typed.

He types “I can massage your front, if you want. It’s your call.”

You chew your lower lip for a moment, then type, “Yes… Please Continue.”

“Ok. Then instead of sitting, imagine lying down with your shirt off…. 

“A pillow or towel is under your head… 

“and you relax as I slowly drip baby oil down the center of your chest. I rub some on my hands…

“then I start with your shoulders and upper chest.”

You get up and head to the bathroom. Finding a small bottle of lotion, you sit back down. Slowly you drip a line between your breasts. It’s cold on your skin. Setting the bottle down, you slowly rub the lotion on your skin.

“From your upper chest you feel as I move down and around your breasts….

“my slick fingers massaging and caressing your warm smooth skin…..

“around and in between.”

As he describes it, you slowly work the lotion around your tits. Your nipples are getting hard. You’ve never done anything like this with Bobby.

“As I rub your breasts, I slowly rub around your nipples….

“I imagine they are hard and sensitive.” As you read his text, you pull and roll your nipples.

“They are” you quickly type and follow with, “You can suck on them if you want.” which you then delete. If he was here, you would say that, but he is halfway across the country, and you don’t have that kind of relationship.

“I move down to your flat tummy…

“softly massaging and caressing your abdominal muscles…. 

“Careful to massage and not tickle.”

“You are so good at this.” You type. “Do you do this kind of thing often?”

“Do you feel better? More relaxed?” he responds.

“Yes. I feel better.” You say, pulling your T-shirt back on. “You didn’t answer my question. Do you do this often? With other people?”

There is a pause before he types his response. “I used to sext all the time. That is part of what broke up my marriage, my online cheating.”

“Oh” you type and then just look at the screen. After a moment you continue. “So why haven’t we sexted?”

“You didn’t seem interested. I enjoy our friendship. I’m trying to be a better person and make positive changes in my life. Sending ‘dick pics’ and sexting with women I meet online is how I used to do things. That’s not who I am now.”

“Oh.” You respond again. “So it isn’t a ‘looks’ thing?”

“Hell no. I’ve told you many times that you are cute and beautiful. I love the selfies you send. If that’s what you want, I’d love to pleasure you. But that’s not the type of relationship we have.”

You read his comments again. ‘If that’s what you want, I’d love to pleasure you.’

“Bobby, can we stop for the night. I really enjoyed the massage fantasy. It helped. I feel so much better.”

“I’m glad. That was the point of the fantasy.” He quickly replies.

“What would you think if I wanted sexting?” you type.

The dots on your screen blink as he is typing something.

He must have been typing and deleting because when it post it’s only says.
“I can do that, if that is what you really want. But lets wait. It’s getting late here and I have to get up early. Goodnight.”

“Of course. Goodnight Bobby” you type and log off.

You tingle with excitement and anticipation. You go to your bedroom and masturbate, fantasizing about him.

(This is the first chapter in what I hope will be a three or more chapter story. If you enjoyed it, Like and leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe.)