Silent Signals, Burning Desire

Week three and what this weekend will bring is anybody’s guess. I know I sure gave up trying to guess. I did what now has become my normal early, early morning trek to the internet café. I was again dressed to allow for expansion and wetness without detection. If the e-mail stories I sent did their job this is going to be a very, very hot session. We worked on words that were acceptable when I would be telling her what I would do. I was given some rather good hints on what direction my writing should take. Most of all she told me that my stories had made her very horny. Horny to the point she said her experiences have been expanded. Her e-mail yesterday said that tomorrow would be a day to remember.

When I got to the café I could already feel some wetness. I was thinking oh my, what will I do! I got a really great spot and other than the attendant I was the only one in there. I think I can get away with talking at a low tone if the need arises. I was thinking he has to be a little suspect but really didn’t care at this point. I got all set-up and logged in. I adjusted and was ready for her to come online. I could stay extra time today if need be. I just hope I stay the only one in here. Pays to be an early morning person and I was very thankful they were open 24/7.

There she was. We were online now and I could hear her and see her sweet face. I was puzzled however. She had on an old sweat shirt but was all dollied up with perfect make-up and hair. I wasn’t as nervous as last week when I saw the sweat shirt. Fool me once maybe but not twice. Especially with the previous weeks e-mail. For all I knew she was totally naked again under that old sweat shirt. We started off with our normal chat. It seemed a bit more rushed but this was also our time to take care of household business and we couldn’t just have cam-sex. I was concerned at this point if she asked me to buy a new car and a house I would agree just so we could move on to what is going to happen next.

Finally she asked if the way I dressed last week worked to give me breathing room without showing. I knew that was the signal it was time for cam-sex and the small talk was complete. I told her it worked very well. She asked what I had done. I told her I wore a pair of very loose fitting boxers and some dark baggie sweat pants. It gave me plenty of room to grow and almost made me feel like I was naked. I asked her if she had anything on under her sweat shirt. She said, “Maybe.” I asked if she had anything else on. Again the answer was maybe. I asked what did I needed to do to find out. She said well tell me what you would do if you were here. My first reaction was oh I would come up from behind you with my rock hard erection, bend you over and slide inside you with one long hard thrush. Grab your hips and thrush with all my might. Then I caught myself and reminded myself no this is a slow build-up story to get her horny. The whole “she can feel me experience” isn’t possible.

So I started off by telling her I would stand behind her as she sat in the chair. I would first rub her neck. Then her shoulders. I would keep doing that until I had her nice and relaxed. I’d work my strong hands on her tight muscles over and over until I felt the tension melt away. She let out a soft coo of agreement. “What next?” she asked. I said I’d lean down and kiss your neck soft. Then whisper in your ear how beautiful you are and how I love you. How I love to feel you in my hands and I message your tight muscles. “Oh yes, that would feel so good.” “Tell me more,” she said softly. I could see she was starting to get into the zone. I asked her if she would want to lay down on the bed so I could continue the massage. I said that the sweat shirt is being rather constrictive. I could massage her even better if it was off. It was time to see what was under the wrapping paper this week. Much to my delight she agreeded.

She stood up and went off camera. I was like what? Then she came back into view. Oh what a view. As she sat down I wasn’t sure if it was planned or an accident but she came in close to the camera and was leaning over. I got a full shot of her full beautiful breasts. Once again what ever she had on didn’t include a bra. When she sat down and got adjusted all I could tell was it was black, shear and barely there what she was wearing. I could easily make out all the details of her breasts and it fit very loosly. I had never seen this outfit before. It had a very positive effect on me. I was fully erect now. It was a classic case of less can be more. The way the shear material covered her breasts but not so much I couldn’t see them was sexier than total nude.

I complimented on her choice of outfit and how beautiful it made her look. I told her that must be new. She said yes. She said it was new just for today. She asked what it did for me. I told her I was so hard now after seeing her this way I was amazed it was possible to be that hard. I asked what else this outfit was made of. “Oh you will have to earn that answer,” she said. Earn? How do I do that? She asked if it was going to be possible to talk today since she was probably going to not be able to see the screen when things got hot. I told her for now that was possible but she might want to turn the sound up because I couldn’t talk to loud. I saw her smile with a very sly smile. Ok, so how do I start to earn my way to the answer? “Tell me all about what you would do to me dressed like this,” she said with a whisper. I asked if she was in the chair or on the bed. She said chair. Pretend I’m here working on the computer and you slip in to distract me. OK!

I would see you working on the computer. Working so intense that you don’t hear me slip up behind you with nothing on but my boxers. I bend down and softly kiss your neck. You react with surprise since you didn’t hear me come in. I continue to kiss your neck and you stop typing. I see your eyes close and you just coo. I whisper in your ear how I’m going to first relax you and then make you so tense with an orgasm you will never forget. I looked at her there on the screen and I knew I was heading in the right direction. I did a lot of prep work with e-mail earlier this week.

Then I’m going to rub your shoulders and neck until you almost fall asleep. “Oh yes,” she whispered. “Tell me more.” Once you are relaxed I’m going to bring my hands around and cup your breasts. I want to knead them and hold them. I want to feel them in my hands. I message your tight muscles. “Is my top still on or off,” she asked. On I told her. This was the first I saw her touch her breasts. She had them in her hands and were holding them close together and gently starting to massage them. “More, tell me more!” she said. I’m leaning forward and you can feel my hot breath on your neck and I continue to knead and rub your breasts. Are you ready for me to put my hands under your shirt so you can feel my firm strong hands hold you? “YES! YES! Do that,” she commanded. Her nipples were so hard now. Those beautiful breasts need to come out from under that top. “Ok” she said. Then she reached down and slipped them both out from under her shear top. I was so hard! The sight of her naked breasts had me so so so hard and excited. I was getting wetter by the second. I had enough room under what I wore that I could feel my hard erection twitching with excitement. “Now what?” she asked. It was starting to get harder for her to talk.

I told her I was going to slip her top off so I could give her breasts a good massage. I was going to hold them and knead them and give them a little squeeze. “Hmmmm, Yes that would feel so good.” “More,” she said. “Tell me more!” I’m going to run my hands across her wet skin and gently rub her breasts while holding them close together. Then I’m going to gently pull at her nipples and tease her. “Tell me more,” she begged. “Do you like this?” “YES YES YES!” “Tell me more!” “What next?” she asked. I said I’d stand behind her and start kissing her everywhere. I wanted to be gentle but also intense. I started by kissing her shoulder blades and then her lower back. Then I moved down to her hips and started rubbing her stomach. Her moans were getting louder and louder. “Oh yes, that feels so good,” she gasped. Then I moved on to her thighs and started gently caressing them. Her legs were closing in around me as she got more and more aroused.

She started to writhe around in her chair, trying to get a better view of me. I adjusted my position so that I could see her face clearly. I leaned in close and kissed her lips, savoring the taste of her. Her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me closer. She was completely lost in her own pleasure. I continued to explore her body, focusing on her sensitive areas. I rubbed her stomach, her hips, her thighs, and her breasts, all while whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She moaned with each touch, her body trembling with excitement.

Then I told her that I would move down to her inner thighs and slowly work my way down her legs. She eagerly awaited my touch, her body arching in anticipation. As I began to rub her inner thighs, she let out a piercing scream of pleasure. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably, and her body was completely limp. I continued to caress her legs, teasing her with my touch. Finally, I reached her feet, and I gently massaged them, sending shivers down her spine. She was completely exhausted, but she was also incredibly satisfied.

As I continued to caress her, she began to relax, her breathing becoming slower and deeper. I leaned back and took a moment to admire her beauty, taking in every detail of her naked form. I noticed that she had a small scar on her left knee, which she seemed to be quite proud of. I smiled and whispered, “You are beautiful.” Her eyes widened, and she let out a contented sigh.

Then I asked her if she wanted me to continue my massage, or if she wanted me to stop. She simply shook her head, her eyes closed in bliss. I continued to caress her, my hands moving slowly and deliberately over her body. The feeling of her skin against mine was intoxicating. I felt like I could spend all day long just exploring her body, giving her the pleasure she deserved.

As I finished my massage, I stood up and took a step back, admiring my handiwork. She was lying in her chair, completely relaxed and happy. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, which glistened in the light. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that I had made her so happy. As I turned to leave, she called out, “Thank you.” I smiled and replied, “You’re welcome.” And with that, I left the internet café, feeling like the most satisfied man in the world.

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