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.

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Hotel Stay

“Honey,” you say as you read the email on your laptop. “The company approved the training seminar and wants me to go next week.”

He walks into the room. “Where is it again, and for how long?”

You tell him about the city and convention center where it will be. “And the company will pay for everything. Travel, lodging, and even meals.”

He comes closer and kisses your forehead. “Next week and you will be gone for most of the week? Do you have to fly, or can we drive?”

“What do you mean ‘can WE drive’? This is work related,” you say.

He sits on the couch. “I know, but I can take some time off from work. Driving would save your company the cost of a flight, you won’t need a rental car, and you can get either a queen bed or two twins in the hotel room, so we only need one room.”

You think it over for a moment. “But it will take a day longer to get there.”

“We can either drive straight through and switch drivers, or we can stop for the night somewhere around the mid-point.” He says, getting up and moving closer to you again. “Remember, when we first married, we talked about driving cross country or just going on long road trips. It won’t be that but…”

“We could treat it like a vacation, especially since the company will pay for our hotel room at the conference center.” You finish. “You sold me on it. Let me email my boss.”

Shortly, you received an email saying “The cost difference between airline ticket and rental car for a week, and only paying you for mileage there and back, were enough of a cost savings that your offer was approved. Please ensure you save all fuel receipts and allow enough travel time to arrive at the conference hotel by Sunday afternoon.”

“We are approved, dear.” You say happily.

He comes up behind you and hugs you. “I thought they would go for it. I looked at the best routes to get there. Near the mid-point there are many hotels if we want to stop for the night.”

It's Friday, your husband fills up the car, as you print off hard copies of your information for the training conference. You know everything is digital now days, but you would hate to drive for two days and have the computer lose your reservation.

Then you pack your bags. Mostly business attire and casual clothing, with a couple pairs of jeans, underwear, socks, and workout clothes. You want to be ready to relax when you aren’t at the training seminar.

“We should leave early tomorrow.” He says as he returns and packs his bag.

“I agree. I have the neighbors taking our mail for us and watching the house.” You tell him.

He goes to you and kisses you. “You always plan ahead.”

Before the sun comes up the next morning, you leave. He drives as you sit in the passenger seat and relax.

You start listening to music, a playlist he created called “Drivin’ Tunes”, full of peppy, singable tunes from the ’50s all the way up to recent songs.

After the third song, you ask, “These are good. When did you make this?”

“The other day, after talking about driving, I thought ‘What songs do I miss listening to on drives?’ So, I made a playlist and made sure it had various songs and performers.”

You nod in agreement. “What do you want to listen to when it ends?”

“You can pick whatever you want, an audio book, podcast, or whatever.”

You relax in the seat and listen. After a while, you drift off to sleep as the morning sun is warm on your skin.

You wake up when he pulls into a rest stop. You both get out, use the facilities, grab something to snack on, then return on the highway.

He is still singing and enjoying the music as you travel.

By lunchtime, his music ended, and you put on a “comedy” podcast. “Do you want to stop soon, get some lunch, and put fuel in the car?” You ask.

He yawns. “Yeah, that sounds good. We are a little less than half a tank, but I could use a break.”

He finds a truck stop, where you fuel up, park, and get some lunch. The food is good, but you have to get back on the road. “I’ll drive for a bit.” You volunteer. You switch from comedy to a true crime podcast.

After adjusting the driver’s seat and mirrors, you get back onto the road. Your husband, after a few miles, falls asleep.

While you are driving, the story is really intense.  You clutch the wheel at times, and your whole-body tenses. You turn on the headlights as the sun goes down.

“Are you okay, dear?” your husband asks. You were so focused on the road and the story, you flinch.

You let out a slow breath, that you didn’t know you were holding. “Yeah, honey. I’m okay.” You respond.

“Did you notice that we are a few miles from the hotel, where we are stopping for the night?” he says slightly concerned.

“Oh? Let me switch the podcast off and put it to music,” you say. Your shoulders feel tight.

In a few minutes, you park in the hotel parking lot. Pulling out your bag, your back feels sore. “Are you sure you’re, okay?” your husband asks again.

“Yeah, I’m just a little sore and stiff.” You respond.

As you check in, you notice the hotel clerk is cute, and she smiles at you. You can’t tell if she is flirting with you, both you and your husband, or if that is just her being friendly. “If you need anything, just call, and I will bring up whatever you want.”

“Thanks,” you say as you take your bag to the room. Your shoulders and back feel stiff. You lie on the bed for a moment.

“Hey, honey. I realized I forgot to pack a few things. I saw a store nearby as we pulled in.” He says as he goes through his bag.

You groan. “Okay, give me a minute and I’ll go with you.”

“No. If you really don’t feel well, why don’t you lie down, go for a swim, call for a massage, or whatever?” he says as he grabs the car keys.

“Okay.” you respond.

The hotel has a pool. Maybe a swim is what you need. You forgot to pack a swimsuit, so you change into your sports bra and bike shorts, then grab a towel. Down in the lobby, you see the clerk and ask about the pool. “It’s over there. Just follow the signs. I wish my shift was over, because I would join you. Maybe another time.” You smile back and thank her. You can feel her watching as you walk away.

When you open the door, the smell of chlorine is strong. The pool is empty.

You set the towel on an empty chair and dive into the water.

Ooohhh the cold water feels so good on your skin. You do a few laps back and forth. Stretching your muscles as you do a lap of freestyle, a lap of backstroke, and a slow lap of breaststroke.

It feels so good as you stretch, breathe, reach, and kick. You wish you had someone to share it with, but maybe later. Even though your exercise bra, you can feel your nipples are hard. After a few laps, you lean on the edge of the pool, just breathing and slowly kicking your feet. You feel better. This helps, but maybe some time in a hot tub would help too. You see the small spa pool off to the side.

Getting out, you walk over, leaving wet footprints on the concrete. There is a button and a timer on the side for the water jets.

You step into the hot water. It is hotter than you expected, but it feels good. You reach over, set the timer and hit the button. The water pump kicks on, and powerful jets move the water in a circle. You lean back with your lower back against one of the jets. It vibrates and pounds you. It feels good.

You feel the vibrations through your body. You wonder if the clerk would like to be in here with you. Slowly rubbing her body against yours. Maybe you should return with your husband. You imagine him caressing you as the jets of water move against your bodies. The thought of it excites you a bit. Your nipples were already hard from the cold water, but now your pussy is tingling too.

Looking around, you notice there is a large picture window facing the hotel gym. There is a guy in there. He is on the treadmill, jogging at a steady pace.

He smiles at you, and you smile back. Through his sweaty t-shirt, you see he has a toned body. You wouldn’t mind having him in here.

You move to the other side of the tub, and lean against the edge, so that a jet shoots water at your crotch. The moving water feels good on your pussy as you spread your legs. “It’s a good thing I am wearing bicycle shorts instead of a bikini, or I would probably have lost my bottom by now.” You think to yourself.

For a moment, you imagine the guy on the treadmill licking your pussy as the hotel clerk plays with your breasts, pinching and sucking your nipples. You reach under your bra and pull a nipple. That, and the force of the waterjet, feel so good. With your other hand, you pull the front of your shorts down and you feel the water pulsing on your bare pussy.

This is heavenly. You are going to cum.

The timer on the water jets dings and the pump turns off. “Damn it. I was so close.”

The guy on the treadmill points to himself, then to you, and the hot tub.

You look at your watch. Your husband should be back. You look at “treadmill guy” and shake your head, as you get out of the hot tub.

Grabbing your towel, you dry off, then wrap it around you before you return to your room.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” The desk clerk asks in a slightly suggestive tone. “The water jets on that hot tub can help a woman relax better than any man.” Then she winks.

“It helped. I might come back down with my husband, in a bit.” you respond.

“Just remember the pool is supposed to be closed between midnight and 4am,” she says with that same friendly smile.

“Do you feel better?” you hear as you open the door to your room.

Your husband is putting a few things into his bag and pulling out others.

You come up behind him, kiss his neck, and hug his chest. Your wet sports bra leaves damp marks on the back of his t-shirt. “Should I tell you the nasty thoughts I had while I was in the hot tub?”

He turns, kisses your mouth, and hugs you tightly. “There is a hot tub. Mmmmm We could have a lot of fun, either by ourselves or with the right people.”

“Let me strip out of my wet clothes, and, if you are up for it, you can eat my pussy, as I tell you, my dirty fantasy.”

He lays a few dry towels on the bed, as you get naked.

Lying down, you spread your legs. He strips off his clothes too and looks down. “Oh, you were really enjoying yourself in the pool and hot tub.”

He puts his head between your thighs and blows a gentle breath on your pussy lips. After feeling the hard water jets, this feels different. Then you feel the tip of his tongue lick up and down.

“You don’t want to wait for my fantasy?” you ask.

“Your pussy looks so ready; I didn’t want to waste time.” He says, smiling up at you. “What fantasy has you so excited?”

As he slowly licks your pussy, you tell him about the desk clerk, treadmill guy, and your thought of having both of them simultaneously in the hot tub.

Your husband sucks your clit firmly, as he fingers your wet open cunt. You are breathing harder, imagining the clerk’s mouth on your clit and treadmill guy’s cock fucking you. It feels so good.

He stops and slowly moves up your body. You feel him slide his hard shaft into you. Spreading your legs wider, you pull him deeper into you.

You feel his mouth on your left nipple as he sucks it firmly. “Yes”, you say as you feel your orgasm building. Wrapping your legs around his, you feel him thrust harder and deeper.

Your orgasm flows through you as you hold him tightly. His cock is pulsing inside of you too. “Yes, cum too, my love.” You think.

He kisses you and pulls you both onto your side, with him still inside of you. “Do you feel better, Dear?” he asks.

“I do. Did you enjoy my naughty fantasy?” you ask as you feel his softening cock slide from you.

“I did. I wish we could have done a foursome in the hot tub.”

“If you are up for it, we can see if anyone is down there.” You respond.

Shaking his head. “Not tonight. We need to get an early start in the morning. And I have a feeling that the fantasy will probably be more enjoyable than the reality.”

You snuggle up to him. “You are probably right. Besides, you never know what we will find at the hotel during the training conference.”

You both sleep well.

In the morning, you find your bill slipped under your door. In a feminine script, you read “Thank you for staying. I hope you had a great time, and stay with us again.” signed Candice.

“Honey,” you say, reading the bill with a smile. “Did we plan on staying here on the return trip?”

Road Trip - Part 3 - Turnabout

 

After the Truck Stop and your interesting time in the Ladies’ room, you said that you want to drive for a while. When we get back to the car, you open your bag and find a clean pair of panties.

Looking around to make sure no one is watching; you pull off your damp thong and change into a dry pair. “Wow. You really are in a brave mood today. First the rest stop, and now here in the parking lot. Are you trying to attract attention from the truckers?” I ask laughing.

You straighten your skirt, climb in the driver’s seat and adjust it. “I could pull my tit’s free as I’m driving, but I don’t want to cause any accidents.” You playfully respond.

The sun is getting lower in the sky as we get on the highway. As you pass the road signs, you calculate how many hours it will take to get to the hotel. You sigh at the thought of arriving and checking after it’s already dark.

“What’s a matter? Why the long sigh?” I ask. “Oh nothing, I just realized that we won’t get to the hotel until after it's dark. I wanted to check in and walk around the town. I know it’s just a little tourist trap, but…” “I know. You want to see if there are any seasonal specials. We can do that tomorrow. We have the whole weekend, if you want.” I say. “I thought we were going to….” You start. “My love. I took enough time off, that we can relax, spend a couple of extra days in the hotel, and not worry about anything else.” I reassure you.

You lean towards me and turn your head, and I kiss your lips. “I’m glad. I think we need some time just to ourselves.” You say as you lean back in the seat and relax your grip on the steering wheel.

The traffic on the highway is lighter than you expected, so you turn up the music on the radio. It is all “Oldies” and “Classic Rock”. I start singing along to some of the songs, and I rest my hand on your thigh. “What are you doing?” you ask. “I thought ‘turnabout’ was fair play.” I comment wickedly.

“Maybe later lover. There are still other cars on the highway, and you don’t want to distract me.” You respond. I remove my hand from your thigh. “Ok, then I guess I will just have to occupy myself as you drive.”

You hear me click my seat-belt, undo my pants and slide them down. My soft dick and bare ass are full exposed as I re-latch the seat-belt. “Mmmm you are right. The warm seats feel good on a bare ass.” “Are you really going to do that while I drive?” you ask. I turn the radio down and start stroking myself. “What? I am just doing a little something to occupy my time.”

You keep focused on the road, but from time to time you glance down and see my hard cock. I cup my balls with one hand and slowly stroke it with the other. “Can I try, something?” you ask. “Of course, Love.” I say removing my hands as my cock stands fully from my lap.

You shift lanes so you are in the passing lane, and then reach one hand and grip me firmly. As you accelerate to pass a large commercial truck, you move my cock as if you were shifting gears. Forward, back, and to each side. “Mmmm That’s different.” I comment.

“Just wait. I think I remember the pattern. First gear.” And you move it hard to the left. “Second gear” you pull it back. You accelerate a bit more, “Third gear.” As you pass the truck, you pull my cock back hard. “Fourth Gear…….And now Overdrive.” You hit the accelerator harder and jerk my cock all the way to the right and up.

We hear the trucker blow his horn. From the rear-view mirror, you can see him smiling as you move ahead of him.

You release your grip and put both hands on the steering wheel again. “Do you think he liked that?” you ask. “I wasn’t expecting that. It is a good thing I wasn’t lubed, or I would have cum already.” I say slowly stroking it with a lighter grip. “Awww did I hurt it?” you ask in an exaggerated tone. “If you weren’t driving, I would have you kiss it and make it better. But I will take it from here.” I lick my palm and slowly rub around the tip. “Are you really going to jerk off as I drive?” “Why not, you played with your pussy and offered to suck me as I drove. Do you want me to play with your pussy as you drive?”

You look around, counting the vehicles on the road. “Not yet.” You say in a distracted tone. “Okay. You drive and I’ll just amuse myself.” And I start stroking myself with long slow strokes.

“Maybe I will pull next to the next big truck and let you give them a show.” You say joking. “Do what you want.” I respond and close my eyes, stroking a bit faster.

You notice my fingers playing with the tip, working it like a pair of lips. The motion reminds you a bit of what you did at the Truck Stop. “Are you fantasizing about having your cock sucked at the ‘glory hole’.” I am breathing a bit harder. “Yes, imagining you, on your knees, taking me through the wall.” I grip my shaft and then work around the tip, my eyes still closed.

There is another large truck ahead. You move to the passing lane but don’t accelerate too fast. “Tell me more.” You say.

You drop a hand to your lap, under your dress, and softly rub your crotch. The dry cloth feels good against you as you rub.

“You don’t know it’s me, so you talk dirty to me like I am a total stranger. You tell me that you’ll suck me, but your pussy is for your husband.” My cock is so stiff as I say this. “What if you offer to pay me to fuck my ass though the hole?” you say in a seductive tone. “If you slide your money through the hole, I will press my ass against wall and let you fuck me.”

I stroke more slowly and grip more tightly. “Yea, I can imagine it. Your dress raised up; your cheeks spread wide as you back up against strange cock.” You can imagine it too, as you rub your pussy a bit harder. “Tell me how my tight ass feels.” You say in a breathless voice.

You are slowly passing the truck and almost lined up with the driver’s cab. I grip the tip of my cock firmly and move my hand down while I have a tight grip. “Your ass is so tight. I just want to cum in it.” I say breathing harder. “Then cum. Shoot your jizz into my slutty asshole. Be the faceless stranger who’s cum drips from my ass.” You say in a firmer tone.

I pump my cock and spurt all over my hand. The trucker yells “Yea Boy! Look at that!” and blows his horn. I open my eyes and grab a napkin from the glove box to wipe myself clean.

You put both hands on the wheel again and pull ahead of him. He tries to come closer, but you accelerate and pull away. I lean over and kiss you. “Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” I ask. “You will have to wait until we get to the hotel to find out. Now pull up your pants before someone else sees you.”

You squeeze your thighs together for a second. “In the hotel room, I might have something special for you.” You say, thinking of the various role-playing games we can do. “I can’t wait.” I say as I finish fastening up and relaxing. I turn the radio back up and we enjoy the rest of the drive to the hotel.

Cyber Connection - Chapter 3: Going to the Fair

 

You wake up the next morning, and look at your phone. “What am I going to do?” you ask yourself aloud.

Last night after Bobby logged off, you chatted with Jen. She had a few ideas. Things like “Wait a couple of days to talk to him” and “let him make the first move”. She also reminded you that her offer to have you go with her and Roger to the County Fair was still open.

Once you are clean, dressed, and at work, you see that next week’s schedule is up. You don’t have to work neither Saturday nor Sunday. It’s the first time you’ve had a whole weekend off for a while. You check with the Manager to make sure you read it correctly. He lightly chuckles “Yep, we have some new hires who need some weekend time. You enjoy yours, and be ready for your shift on Monday.”

You smile, thank him, and remind him that you still have today’s shift to work. Quickly you text Jen, before you pick up your cashier drawer, “Hey, Jen. I’m free for the weekend. So Fair tomorrow?”

A smiley face emoji pops up “Yay! TTYL.”

You quickly reply “TTYL” and send a “kiss” emoji.

Your shift goes well. Not as happy as yesterday, but you still smile at customers and they all seem to smile back. No angry customers or major complaints. All in all, a good day.

Once you are home, you check both your phone and your computer. You want NiceGuy63111 to make the first move this time. You eat dinner, check your other emails and messages, and then decide to go to bed. Part of you wants to text him. To tell him you enjoy chatting with him. But then you shake your head as you stand up. “I almost sound like one of those lovesick teens in a bad drama. Just get some sleep, and enjoy tomorrow with Jen and Roger.” You say aloud as you clean up and get ready for bed.

The next morning, Jen texts “Come over to our place this morning. The Fair opens at noon.” You look at it. Maybe you should just do things around your apartment until then. Before you can start typing, you read, “Roger says if you come over, he’ll cook both of us breakfast.”

You think about it. “Roger is a great cook, and their place is closer to the fairgrounds. Maybe it’s what I need to keep Bobby out of your head for a bit.” You respond, “Give me a few minutes, then I’ll come over. Is he doing pancakes or eggs?”

“I don’t know what he has in mind. He won’t let me into the kitchen. I think there is bacon or sausage cooking already.” She finished with a smiley face with hearts emoji.

You smile and shake your head. “I’m on my way.”

After putting on jeans and a T-shirt, you drive over. Saturday morning traffic isn’t bad, so you are still in a good mood when you arrive at their place. Jen pulls you in as you ring the doorbell, giving you a hug. “I’m glad you’re here. What did you do last night?”

You hug her in return, “Nothing. I took your advice and didn’t DM him.”

She gives you an odd look. “Oh. I was hoping that you ignored my advice and had something really juicy to tell me.”

You smile brightly, “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I was a good girl last night.”

“Who was a good girl?” Roger asks as he steps from the kitchen, wearing a grilling apron over his shorts and T-shirt. He kisses you on the cheek and you do the same to him, feeling his morning stubble on your lips.

“She was. She didn’t DM ‘Mr. NiceGuy’ last night.”

“NiceGuy63111” you correct her.

“Aww. Darn, I was hoping to hear more about your sexting.” He sniffs the air, “Whoops, let me get back to the kitchen.” Then turns and gets back to cooking. You and Jen sit at their table. Roger brings out the coffee pot and a couple of mugs. “Do you want pancakes or omelettes?”

“I’ll have whatever Jen’s having.” You respond.

“One unwrapped, uncut, sausage.” He says jokingly.

Jen stands up, grabs him by the crotch and pulls him back into the kitchen. “That’s my sausage, and she never gets it. Do you understand. Make us pancakes.” She says in a mock dominatrix voice.

“Oooo now I’m curious, is his sausage that good?” You playfully ask.

You, Jen, and Roger have known each other for years. If they ever get married, you’ll probably be Jen’s maid of honor, but for now you’re always happy to see how much they love each other. Ok, maybe you’re a little jealous of their relationship too, but they are good to each other and great to be around.

The pancakes are great. Light and fluffy, with melted butter, and warm syrup. Roger also put a sausage on your plate. It must be from the local farmer’s market because you could see the tip push out though the casing. “You weren’t joking about being uncut.” You comment as you take a bite. It’s somewhat spicy but different than the ones you’ve had.

“I thought both of you ladies might enjoy them.” He says with a smile and a wink.

“You should have gotten the spicy Italian ones. Maybe I will have to go and find one at the market for myself next time.” Jen comments with a wink.

All of you spend the rest of the morning enjoying the breakfast and chatting. You help clean up afterwards.

You all load up into Roger’s convertible. The weather’s nice so he puts the top down. “Jen, have you guys ever done it in here, with the top down?”

Jen blushes for a moment. “I have a fantasy about doing that, but Roger reminds me that there really isn’t a lot of room. And as much as I fantasize about doing something in public, I’m really chicken to try.”

You think about that. “Maybe I should ask Bobby if he has ever done anything in a car, or in public?”

“He’s probably sexted about that as a fantasy with someone. I hear that ‘in public’ is a common fantasy.”

“Almost as common as Threesomes.” Roger comments playfully.

Jen places her hand on his lap. “I already told you, I’m not sharing. I’m a selfish bitch when it comes to you.” Once again using that mock Dom voice.

He bows his head for a moment. “Yes Dear.” You laugh at that. Roger is almost a full head taller than both of you, so every time you picture Roger being subservient to Jen, you laugh. Especially when you imagine Jen in a skin tight leather outfit and Roger wearing just a pair of Speedos, which barely fit him.

You mention the image in your mind to Jen, who also laughs. “Maybe you should see if Bobby is into that kind of fantasy?”

After you get out of the car, you walk behind both Roger and Jen for a moment. Both of them are in good shape, and you really can imagine them as a fetish couple. Though as Jen has admitted that she is too much of a chicken to try any of that. Heck, you’ve never tried that either. Only read about it and seen it in pop culture.

As you walk through the gate, you smell various fried foods, popcorn, and cotton candy. The rides have already started and you hear sounds of people screaming in joy and excitement. There are bells, noises, and lights. Everything you expect at the fair.

“Before we ride the rides, lets go down to the Livestock judging.” Jen says.

“Sure” you respond. You have all day, so you follow them to the Livestock Pavilion. The smell of animals is so much stronger than you expected. It pushes away the other scents of the fair. The three of you look at the sheep, goats, and cows. There are horses in another group of stalls. The horses don’t stink as bad as the other animals. 

Roger points to the ‘Poultry Barn’. “Let’s see what’s in there.” Inside you there are chickens, geese, ducks, and turkeys. Some have ribbons attached to their cages. You really don’t know anything about judging or livestock, but the ribbons are pretty.

In another building, there are jams, quilts, carvings, and other handmade goods that were judged. You wish you could have had free samples of the jams, but tasting was done yesterday.

Soon you all head to the rides. Bumper cars, tilt-a-whirl, merry go round, and the Ferris wheel. You notice that the Ferris wheel is a small one, only large enough for two people per car. You whisper in Jen’s ear “I dare you and Roger to play with each other while riding it.”

She looks at it, and then you. The lower part of it swings up and covers you from the waist down. She whispers something to Roger. He nods and smiles. “If we do it, what are you going to do?” She asks.

“I’ll cook you dinner at your place and clean up afterwards.” You say.

“It’s a deal.” Roger responds.

They board the wheel and you move away from the line so you can watch them. The wheel is slow to load. One car at a time until all dozen are filled. You notice that both of them have their hands below the safety shield. You really can’t see what they are doing, but Jen’s face is turning red. She makes faces you’ve never seen her make before. The noises of the fair are covering whatever noises she is making. Roger is also making some strange faces. Soon the ride is over. When it is time for them to step out of their car, Jen adjusts her shorts, as does Roger. Roger has a stain on his right leg.

You rush up to them. “How was that?” You ask in amazement.

Jen is a little wobbly as she walks. “I’ll tell you when we get out of here. Roger needs to change his shorts.” He walks behind both of you, to hide the stain.

“Ok, fair is fair. Let’s go and I’ll make dinner.” You say, giving Jen a sideways hug.

Jen can’t believe that she jerked off Roger as he fingered her, in public.

You smile at her quick vague descriptions. “Isn’t it what you always fantasize about. Doing something in public?” you ask.

“What are you making us for dinner?” Roger asks as he drives home.

Jen smiles. “She doesn’t have to cook. I have something better in mind once we get home.” She then turns to you. “You better go back to your place. Roger and I will be busy all night.”

You smile at that. “If you’re sure?”

“Why don’t you see if your ‘NiceGuy’ has any public sex fantasies?” She responds with a wink.

You head back to your apartment. You log on to your computer, but stop before sending him a message. “Maybe I should offer to create an erotic fantasy for him?” You say aloud. You the pull up a document and write a “Ferris wheel sex fantasy”, then you save it and make a quick dinner. “I should have gotten something at the fair, but Roger’s pancakes really were good.” You eat, clean up, and go to bed. Tomorrow will be another day.

(I hope you enjoyed Chapter 3 and return next week for Chapter 4. I might keep this story going depending on what “you” do with “NiceGuy63111” next time. If you enjoyed this, Like and Leave a Comment. If you enjoy my stories, follow and subscribe. See you next time.)

Road Trip - Part 2 - Truck Stop

 

We have been enjoying our road trip. After we had fun at the Rest Stop, we got back on the road. You were satisfied by me, so you took the blanket, laid it across your lap fell asleep for a bit.

You feel the car slow down, you open your eyes. “Is everything all right?” you ask. “Yeah, we are still a number of hours from the hotel, so I wanted to stop and take a short break at the Truck Stop. Did you want some food?” I respond. “Yes, but I need to use the restroom first.”

We stop and get out. You adjust your short skirt as you stand up. You are still not wearing panties since the rest stop. You reach into your bag and grab a thong and put it in your purse, so you can put it on in the Ladies’ Room. I notice, and make an exaggerated frown. “Awww. I thought you were enjoying riding commando today.”

You lean close to me, kiss my cheek and say “My love, do you want me to sit in the Truck Stop restaurant and flash all of these truckers as we eat?” 

“You could, but I understand. Let’s go use the toilet first and then we can order some food.”

You go into the ladies’ room and enter the first stall you see. You sit down and use the toilet. You notice a hole in the wall near your head. Written in marker it says “Glory Hole. Knock if you want Cock”.

You finish peeing, wipe yourself and flush.

You stand up and take a moment to put on your thong. You had always heard the rumor of glory holes. “Those are just in porn movies” you tell yourself.

Than you take a moment, “What the hell, I’ll see what happens.” You knock on the wall. “Knock, Knock, Knock”

You wait for a few seconds and then the tip of a penis pokes through the hole. It is pink and thin, but you are intrigued.

You get right up to it. You softly grip it, so you can slowly lick around the tip. “It is definitely not my man.” you think. It looks different and tastes different. You lick down the small portion of shaft sticking through.

It is getting harder. You like the idea of sucking some strange guy. You suck the tip. You take it deeper in your mouth. You take it until your face is pressed against the wall.

It isn’t comfortable. But maybe if you suck him harder, he'll cum quickly. You put your fingers around it as you suck. You hear a groan though the wall as you work your mouth back and forth on the tip and shaft. You feel the pre-cum making it slick.

You suck him harder and taste his sour cum in your mouth. You take some toilet paper and wipe your mouth.

“Knock, Knock, Knock”

You look and see a larger, thicker, and darker cock poke through the hole. “Mmmm That looks tasty.” you say. You stroke it and lick it. This one feels better as you work your mouth around it.

As you do your pussy is getting damp. “I love the feeling of sucking strange cocks” you think to yourself. You lick and suck it. You take as much of it in your mouth as you can.

You hear “Oh Lord Jesus” through the wall. His cum spurts in your mouth. You are surprised how it tastes so different than the last one. Less sour, a bit more acrid. But not bad.

You wipe your mouth again as you hear some muffled comments though the wall. Then “Knock, Knock, Knock”.

Another dick sticks though the hole. “I’ll do this one, but then I have to go.” you say in a low tone. You don’t really want to stop, but you don’t want me to get worried about you.

This one is a dark pink, with a foreskin that is slid back. You slide the foreskin back and forth a bit and the tip gets darker. You lick and suck it. Your tongue gliding down the shaft. It feels different than the other two. You wonder how this one will taste. You stroke it faster and suck it harder. Your pussy definitely damp with desire. You wish I was licking your pussy as you suck these strange cocks.

It cums in your mouth. This one is a bit sweeter than the other ones.

You grab your purse, get up, and leave the stall, before someone else can knock. You wash up at the sink. Looking in the mirror you rinse your mouth, and put on some lipstick. As you do, another woman who is obviously on vacation, walks in and uses that stall.

After a few moments you hear a light “knock, knock, knock”. You wonder if it was her or from the other side. Regardless you hope she has as much fun as you did.

You look in the mirror one last time, make sure your top and skirt are straight. “I will need to change panties again.” you mutter.

When you come out, I’m standing just outside the fast-food restaurant. “Is everything all right?” I ask. You nod, “Let’s order something, then I will tell you all about it as we eat, I have a good appetite now.” you say as you lightly brush my crotch and wink suggestively.

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.)