Cyber Affair

She hurried into the house, throwing her purse and keys onto the table, nearly tripping over the cat as she reached out to grab the 'mouse." She double-clicked her "connect icon" then paused to listen for the ringing. Once she was sure it was working, she hurried into the kitchen to feed the cat. She did not want to be interrupted. She was late! She had not been able to leave work on time, and they had arranged to meet at 6pm her time. It was now nearly 7pm. Dear Lord, she hoped he had waited.

She ran through the house, pulling off her clothes as she went, grabbing a silky lace purple nightgown to throw on. Within a minute or two she was seated at the computer screen, trying to scurry through the opening processes, and enter the Smooth Chat room as quickly as possible. This is where they had first met a few weeks earlier, when the newsletter had first announced there would be a regular, moderated chat held there.

At first, everyone chatted with just about everyone. There were usually one or two small side conversations, but pretty much, everyone came back to the main chat. Sometimes they discussed shaving, while at other times it would be waxing, electrolysis. Often the topic was mainly just "smoothness" in general, and some of the problems people had encountered.

It was always friendly, non-judgmental chatting. People shared their thoughts and feelings. Many discussed how they had integrated smoothness with their own lifestyle. Here members of the forum could actually chat live and share with one another. You could tell people were forming friendships, and that was what the goal had been. And it wasn't only "smooth" chatting. Sometimes outsiders wandered in and they were always warmly welcomed by the group. And one time, they had even engaged in a very lively game of "Truth or Dare." She had ended up nude in her own living room and sitting on her keyboard… Amazing the things one will do when no one can see you. When she thought back over the times they had been in chat together, she just couldn't seem to pinpoint exactly when it all began. At first, she chatted to anyone and everyone. She was a regular little "magpie" of conversation. But then, she had become aware of "him."

He had been there since the first chat. He was quiet, didn't say a lot, she had noted, but when he did speak, she noticed that everyone paid attention to what he was saying. So while she darted from conversation to conversation, he watched pretty much in silence, only commenting when he felt it was important or needed to be said.

Now for the most part, she had made it a rule to ignore the "private" messages she got. She exchanged a few with some of her "smooth gal" friends, but that was it. It was just safer. Whatever caused her to do what she did, she never knew afterwards. But soon after the first chat sessions, he had said something that had just struck her in a particular way. She felt the need to say something to him about it, and so she had sent him a "private" message.

Several long minutes passed, and then finally she got a private message back from him. He had replied, seeing the humor of the situation in the same light as she had. And so it had begun. (He admitted to her later that he had been so surprised to get a "pm" from her, that it had taken him a bit to compose his reply.) Short little messages back and forth. Sometimes commenting on what had been said, sharing the humor or the sadness or the irony of the conversation. But the spark was there. Soon they were discussing anything and everything under the sun. Sharing things from their personal lives, their workday and their families.

And then, one evening, something was said the took things to a new, unexplored level in their cyber relationship. From this point on, the sexual tension was there, always just under the surface, in all their conversations. Suddenly words and phrases took on a new, double meaning for them both. Their private messages had her blood zinging through her veins, her nerves tingling and kept her with the feeling of being on the "edge" of a precipice of something…

Then, on a breathless whim, she suggested they leave "smooth chat" and go to an ICQ private chat room. The first time had been a bit awkward, nervous on both their parts. Neither one was sure of where this was going; yet they didn't want it to end either. But it didn't take long for them to easily fill the small gaps in conversation, and soon feel quite at ease with one another, in total privacy.

Before long, they would meet in the "Smooth chat room" but quickly left, pleading prior commitments, only to meet in a private ICQ chat a few minutes later. They would try and disguise things, not be too obvious with leaving at the same time. They were careful what they said to each other publicly in the room.

And so tonight… well, he had promised her a surprise. He wouldn't budge on revealing the details. Their conversations had definitely been getting racier and more explicit each time. She was often left hot, wanting and wet by the time they called it a night and ended their "chat." Each time they talked, they walked a bit nearer the edge…

She had revealed to him that she had had a few "cyber" encounters in the past. Two had ended very badly for her, and well, she had also admitted a bit guiltily and shamefully, that a few had been "just for a lark" so to speak, and even one had been to get back at someone online. Kinda funny how online life parallels real life at times? He admitted that he had done the same. But both accepted the other for just as they were right then- products of their past experiences.

It was his suggestion that she wear the short purple lace nightie. (She had told him about it one time.) He had wanted her wearing something sexy tonight, for when they talked. Finally the smooth chat room appeared on her computer screen. She frantically looked for him, breathing a sigh of relief. He had waited. Amidst the warm "HI's" and "hellos" she hurriedly typed to the room-

"Hi! Sorry I'm late! I got hung up at work, and then traffic was terrible." As quickly as that message disappeared, she was furiously typing an apology to him, when his private message to her appeared.

"Hey! I was starting to get worried."

She smiled as she read his words. She replied quickly. "I'm so sorry! Work was a b----!"

He replied. "No problem. Oh, hey- Smoothstud just asked you something."

"Rats!" she typed back. "Just a second." She answered the question in the main room, then typed privately to him - "So what is my surprise?"

"LOL" he typed back. "You are just like a kid with a birthday present." He paused to reply to something asked of him in the main room this time. "I'll go open a room and invite you in. Then you get your surprise."

As quickly as possible, she excused herself from the smooth chat and joined him. She typed "Hi!" It was amazing that with all her nervous excitement and anticipation, 'hi' was all she could come up with. His words though surprised her more than just a little bit. "Are you wearing the purple nightie like I told you to?"

She paused, he hadn't told her; he had very politely asked her to wear it. You could read the hesitation in her "yes."

"All right. From this point on, you will do exactly as I say. From this moment on tonight, I am your master and you are my love-slave. Is that understood?"

As she read his words, a rush of sexual anticipation unlike anything she had ever felt before raced through her. Immediately, her every nerve was turned on, more sensitive. She wiggled in her chair and realized that she was already wet. Oh my God! She thought to herself. This is incredible! Where were these feelings coming from?

Finally she replied "yes."

He snapped back. "From now on you will address me as your master."

As she swallowed nervously, she typed back, "Yes Master B."

"Good." Nothing else appeared for several long moments on the screen. Then…"From now on, whenever you are with me, you will not wear any panties or bra. And you will sit bare-assed on the chair. Right now, pull up your gown." He paused a moment. "I want you to feel the chair against your bare pussy."

She did as he ordered, replying yes when he questioned her.

"Now we will begin," he typed. She watched in amazed fascination and growing arousal as his words kept appearing on the screen.

"I have tied your hands together, and now the rope has your suspended from the ceiling. Your feet are still flat on the floor. You are not uncomfortable or in pain. This position though has pulled your large breasts upward. I can see your hot, hard nipples poking at the purple silk. Your gown is hiked up by your tits, and I can catch glimpses of your lovely shaven pussy." He paused. "Did you shave yourself extra smooth this morning, my sweet little love slave?"

'Dear Lord!' she thought as she squirmed and wiggled about on the chair. She could feel her moisture wetting her labia. She swallowed hard as she typed "yes."

"Now I want you to close your eyes for a moment and see yourself. You are at my mercy. You have no control. There is nothing at all to stop me from coming up to you and sucking that hard little nipple poking out at me from behind the purple silk of your nightie. If I walk behind you and rub my hands over sweet ass, there is no way you can stop me. Okay, close your eyes, and then tell me what you feel. Tell me everything that you are thinking and feeling."

When she closed her eyes, it was as if she standing there, right now. As her eyes opened a minute or so later, she read the new words across her monitor.

"Tell me everything. Remember, you are my slave and therefore you have no secrets from me."

She paused for a moment, then started to slowly tell him what she was feeling, and thinking, all the while amazed at the degree of excitement she was feeling, and that she was revealing this all to him.

"I can feel my arm muscles pulling just a bit as I stand here." She took a deep breath. "I can feel my breasts rising and falling heavily with each breath. My nipples are rubbing against the silk, but it feels good." She paused, it felt strange to be talking, or rather writing, like this, but it also felt good. And even though he had 'surprised' her, she trusted him implicitly. So she continued.

"I am a bit nervous, unsure of what is happening. I can feel the room air washing over my skin. And if I move my legs a bit, I can feel the air between my legs, over my smooth skin."

He asked, "Are you wet yet?"

She read his words, but had to pause a moment. It was all so 'real feeling,' she thought in surprise. She finally typed back to him. "Yes! God! It is like you are here with me."

"Go on, tell me what else you feel."

Slowly she typed back. "It feels so real! My breasts feel so heavy and full. I feel so… hot… I can feel my self all tingly-like, you know, down there."

"Down where? Say the words," he ordered her.

"My clitoris is all tingly. It almost feels like it is getting bigger and more sensitive the more I talk about it." She couldn't stop the rocking motion of her hips against the chair. "I.. I.."

"Go on, tell me everything!"

"I'm so hot… I can't stop moving my hips- back and forth-"

"It's okay sweetheart. Now I want you to listen and feel, then tell me which excites you more. Which makes you feel hotter - if I say clit or clitoris, or labia or pussy?"

Oh my god! She thought. She sat straight up in the chair. It was like hot pokers of desire shot through her when he typed the word pussy. Slowly, almost afraid to admit it, she typed back, "Pussy."

No words appeared on the screen for several long moments, then she read. "I am standing next to you, almost in front of you. My eyes hold yours as my hand, fingertips only, touches your belly. Slowly you feel my hand moving over the silk, downward. My fingers have reached the bottom of the silk and they push it aside. You hear me tell you to move your things apart a bit. You do so. My hand now moves between your legs, touching only the tops of your thighs for a few breathless moments. Finally, when you can't wait another second, my hand cups your smooth pussy."

She held her breath- it was like his hand was really there; right there, right now! "Can you feel my hand, love?" he typed.

"YES!" she answered him.

"Feel my fingers caressing your very smooth pussy. It is so pretty, so smooth. I wonder how it would feel to have my fingers teasing your clit. Tell me what it feels like. Touch yourself, right now. Go on!"

She was nearly gasping in air, she was breathing so fast. He must have sensed her hesitation, because he next typed to her, "It's okay, sweetheart. Go slow."

Her right hand slid in between her thighs. Slowly her fingers slid into the folds of her soft, wet flesh. She was still watching the screen while she continued to move her hand. Then she read - "Now, with your index or middle finger only, touch your clit, just once." Ever so slowly, tentatively, her hand moved, and when her finger pressed against her oh-so-sensitive love button, she came right there, right then! Her hips jerked forward against her hand while her inner juices flooded her smooth skin and hand.

In a daze she watched the monitor, but no other words appeared for several long moments. And then he typed, "You came, didn't you?"

She barely managed to reply "yes," using only her left hand to type with. She laughed ruefully at herself- amazed at what had just happened. That with only his words to create the imagery she had come hotter and wetter and faster than ever before. She grabbed a tissue to wipe off her hand. She typed back to him. "I can't believe that happened!"

"LOLOLOLOL" appeared on the screen. "It's okay, sweetheart. I'm as hard as a rock myself right now."

She answered back, "LOL and blushing too."

He came back with "LOL. If I had your soft hand on me right now, love, I would have followed you." He paused. "Do you want me to go on?"

She read his words and paused. 'Did she dare she go on?' she wondered. But could she possibly say no either. Her unconscious mind was already answering for her as she typed "yes.'

"All right, love. I walk up in front of you. I can see your hard nipples poking up, begging for me to fondle and caress you. I raise my hands, holding my palms directly in front of you. If you take a deep breath, your nipples will brush the skin of my palms." He paused as if he knew she was doing just that. "Tell me, do you want me to squeeze your lovely tits? Should I knead them, rub them, these lovely, soft, big tits of yours my sweet?"

Her fingers flew across the keys as quickly as possible. "Yes!" And then she typed, "Please."

He smiled, but typed. "My hands tenderly caress your big tits. You like that don't you?" he asked her again.

She was amazed at how aroused, yet again, she was becoming.

"Tell me - do you like it?"

"Yes. I like it when you squeeze my breasts."

"Are you touching your breasts right now?" he questioned her.

"Yes."

"Now I walk behind you. I'm standing right behind you. I push your hair to the side and lightly kiss, then bite the soft skin on the side of your neck. My hands slide around you, pulling up your nightgown, tucking the lower edge into the neckline to hold it up. I squeeze and fondle your tits for a bit, while I rub my hard cock up against your sweet ass. I hear you moan and you try not to, but you can't help wiggling your ass back against me. Can you?" When she didn't answer right away, he went on. "Tell me, can you feel me behind you?"

Her voice whispered yes even as she typed the single word.

"Good," he typed. "You like it, don't you? You love it when I squeeze your big tits and rub those hard little nipples, it makes you really wet, doesn't it?" No words appeared for several minutes as both were totally caught up in the sensations his words had created. When she rocked her hips back and forth, side to side, it almost seemed like he was behind her- coaxing her, moving her.

She finally managed to 'yes' again.

His words starting appearing on the screen again. "My right hand encircles your waist, pulling you tightly against me and lifting your feet free of the ground. My left hand guides my hard cock between your sweet wet folds. Tell me what to do next sweetheart."

Slowly she answered, the letters, the words appearing haltingly.

"I… I want… please… put it in…"

"No sweetheart. Tell me exactly what YOU want. Come on, love."

"Please… oh dear lord, " she typed. "Please put you cock inside me… in my pussy, please… now… fuck me!"

And in their minds he did.

He took her hard and fast. He came like a rocket and she melted in a series of sweet, wet contractions. This time neither typed anything until he finally managed to type "aaaaahhhhhh…" across the length of his computer screen.

Her own reply was a one finger "mmmmmmmm" across her screen. Never before had she been so aroused by someone's words. Her eyes drifted shut dreamily. A couple of seconds, or minutes later, she wasn't sure - the very loud ICQ beep sounded. She jerked her eyelids back up and saw on the screen the words - "Are you still there?????????"

She hurriedly typed in "yes, sorry."

The smiley face symbol appeared from him, then "That's okay. I feel the same way. Sweetheart?" he questioned.

"Yes?"

"I just want you to know, that was a first for me. All of it."

She smiled and typed back to him, " : ) me too."

"Are you feeling sleepy?"

"Yes, are you?" she asked.

"Yeah," he typed back. "How about we call it a night?"

"Okay… " she paused, not sure what to say. 'See you next week for chat' sounded pretty ridiculous after what had just occurred between them. But she didn't know what one said after 'mind-blowing cyber sex?'

He then typed, "But sweetheart…"

"Yes."

"I'd like us to meet again tomorrow night, to talk. If anything else happens, that will be up to you. How about 7pm tomorrow?"

She couldn't believe the incredible wash of warm feelings that coursed through her at that moment. "I'd like that too.. tonight was…" Her words stopped. She was unable to find the perfect word or words to describe how she felt right then.

She smiled when he typed, "It was pretty awesome for me too."

She replied, " : )"

LOLOLOL filled his screen, then he added "For sure! See you tomorrow then."

She smiled and typed "bye bye" and his side of the chat then closed.

to be continud... probably.....