4 comments/ 29711 views/ 3 favorites A Distant Touch By: MikeWrites My computer beeped to indicate a new email had arrived, and the preview slipped up in the bottom right hand of the screen. "From: Kerry Re: Play time" As I clicked on the preview to open the full mail my hands were trembling. "Hi Rob. As soon as I have sent this mail, I will do as you wish and go to the washroom. I will kneel on the floor and lift up my skirt. I will put my right hand in my panties and stroke my pussy lips and tease my clit. As you asked, I will also slide my left hand down the back of my panties, rub my asscrack, and then poke a finger into my asshole. I will also open my mouth as if you are mouth-fucking me with your cock. And I will imagine what it would be like to lift up Susie's blouse and kiss and lick her full young breasts..." Across the room from me, Kerry Lincoln, Senior Associate and incidentally my boss, got up from her desk. Her normally pale face was flushed and she looked distinctly unsteady on her feet. As she walked past me, I was able once again to surreptitiously admire her appearance, slim petite body, neat little breasts, raven shoulder length hair and, almost unexpectedly on someone built so delicately, her pert bum. But something was wrong, and not just the fact that Kerry, normally the most diligent and professional of employees, was heading for some sneaky workplace masturbation on company time. No, this was what was wrong. "Rob", Kerry's email lover, is a friend of mine in Australia, but he'd never even written a word to her. Rather, I had borrowed his identity to seduce my boss electronically. Kerry thought she was having cybersex with a handsome surfer type in Sydney. Actually she was fucking me, and my cock pressed hard against my boxers. Kerry wouldn't be the only one diddling in the washrooms today. +++ Here's how it happened, and you may find this technique useful if you want to seduce someone without them knowing it's you. Rob had mentioned to me that he was thinking of doing some trekking in the Himalayas before coming on to Europe. Could I offer any advice? Well I knew nothing, but I also knew Kerry had been to Nepal just recently, so suggested she might be able to help. I even went over to her desk and asked. Kerry, despite a slightly stern manner when you first meet her, is a thoroughly kind and thoughtful person. Of course she'd be happy to talk it through with Rob, he could mail her anytime. So far so straightforward. But then my imagination took over. Rob, as I've said, is a handsome chap, and charming with it. Knowing his success rate with women, it was only to easy to see him coming over to Europe and seducing Kerry. In fact, so charming was Rob that I figured he'd probably have Kerry all lined up and horny before he even got on the plane. I should perhaps also explain here a little more about Kerry. Despite her good looks, she had always seemed a little frigid. She certainly had no confidence about her attractiveness to men, and in all the time I'd known her I'd never heard her mention a boyfriend or even a relationship. It was a common, slightly concerned if slightly cruel comment in the office that sometime soon Kerry was going to explode. And Rob, it seemed, was going to be the lucky man to light the blue touchpaper. I felt terribly, terribly jealous. Next day Rob emailed me, change of plan, Hawaii beckons, thanks for the help mate. What a waste, I thought. But then, with a creeping, heart stopping sensation, I realised that I could be Rob. The worst that could happen was Kerry wouldn't take the bait. But with Rob in Australia there was never any risk of the relationship having to leave cyberspace to enter the real world. Hell, there hadn't ever even needed to be a Rob. If you're trying this at home you can just invent someone that has a shared interest with the object of your affection. So I had set up a Hotmail for Rob and emailed and Kerry was nice and I'd charmed a bit and flirted. Getting the imaginary time difference right had been tricky, but I'd avoided any mistakes and somehow, slowly but surely, I thought I could feel a kind of closeness developing. Perhaps Kerry, who seemed so frightened of real life relationships, felt more comfortable with an electronic friend on the other side of the world. Then, the seduction. +++ We had been mailing for a few weeks, talk of the Himalayas long behind us, when I began the endgame. "Sorry about the delay in replying," I mailed Kerry, "but I'm typing this by the pool and there was a problem with the internet connection." "You're by the pool?" Kerry replied. "Lucky boy, I'm stuck in a hot sticky office." "Come over and join me, we can take a dip then crack open a couple of tinnies." There was a risk my cod Australian was going a bit far. "God that would be sooo nice, I'm boiling up over here." "Then get your towel down next to me and your cossie on, we're going for a swim." "Mm yes, that feels nice." "Water not too cold for you?" "No, it's nice and refreshing after the office." At this point I looked across the room. Kerry was concentrating furiously on her computer screen. To anyone else it probably just looked as if she was working on a document, but to me there was a certain something about her: a ripe fruit, fresh, juicy, ready for plucking. We "paddled around for a while", then we were "out of the pool" "to catch some rays". "Steady on there," I wrote, "don't forget we've a hole in the ozone layer here. Let me keep you safe with a little sunblock." "Right. Thanks." I could see Kerry was blushing. Perhaps she knew where this might be going. "Jeez, Kerry, your shoulders are so stiff, you spend too much time at that computer." When she got this Kerry sat back, rotating her shoulders, living the exchange vividly. "Mm that feels nice." "Do you mind if this turns into a bit of a massage, Kerry? You're so tense, office jobs are bad for the soul and the body you know." "Yes. I mean, no, I don't mind." Kerry's appearance had changed again, subtly, a moment of acquiescence and then she seemed almost relaxed, focused in on the fantasy. "I hear you're something of a stunner, Kerry. I'm not pressing too hard, am I?" "Ha! And no." "You look pretty good in the photo on your firm's website." "You've seen that?" Kerry looked concerned, some of her composure gone. "Yes. Like I said, stunning. Do you mind lifting up your hair so I can work on the nape of your neck? I mean, your hair is still the same length as in the photo?" "Yes." "Yes you mind, or yes it's the same length?" "It's about the same length. I don't mind." "Your neck is so beautiful and slender, Kerry. I can see that. I've moved in very close to appreciate it, you can probably feel my breath." "Okay." "Are you wearing a perfume?" "No, I'm afraid not. I'm not a glamorous type of girl you know, Rob." "You're glamorising me right now. God your neck is beautiful." ":-)" "Can I kiss it?" "Yes." "I'm brushing my lips across your neck, Kerry." "It feels good." "Your skin is so soft." ":-)" "Kerry, is it okay if I go further?" "I'm in the office." "I know. But no-one'll know, right?" "I guess not." "Just a little game." "Okay." I prayed no-one went near her desk. I think I would have leapt in the way, offered to buy them a holiday somewhere hot, buy them drinks for a year, anything so long as they didn't break the moment. "I'm reaching around." "Yes." "What are you wearing?" "A pale blue bikini." "Nice." Yes that would look very nice. "And in real life?" "Right. Sorry. A charcoal suit, long skirt. A pale blue blouse." This was all true, and I was relieved she hadn't invented "a tight miniskirt and cropped tee." "Does the blouse have buttons down the front?" Yes. "Yes." "I'm undoing the buttons, Kerry, and opening the blouse up." I wouldn't have minded staying by the pool, but the switch to "reality" was seamless. "Tell me about your bra." "Plain white. Some lacy trimmings, nothing exciting. Like I said I'm not glamorous." "Right now you're the hottest thing on the planet Kerry. I'm pulling down the cups of your bra, Kerry, exposing your breasts." Not surprisingly it was increasingly difficult not to stare across at Kerry's desk, but from the corner of my eye I saw her straighten up as she was revealed. "Tell me about your nipples." "They're stiff." That did draw an inadvertent peek from me, and sure enough I could see them poking at the thin cotton of her blouse. In fact Kerry was becoming so enraptured with the game she looked as if she had almost forgotten she was in an office. Good. "What do they look like?" Kerry looked down, as if considering this question carefully. "Pinky brown. Maybe an inch across? Maybe an inch long when they're stiff like now." My boss was describing her breasts to me. "They feel so good as I roll them between my fingers, Kerry. I'm tugging them a little roughly maybe." "Mm." "Where do you want my hands to go now Kerry?" I love to lead my lovers on, forcing them to make requests or expose their desires, exciting themselves with their shame. "Further." "Further where?" "Further down." "Down where?" "Between my legs." "You'll have to lift your skirt up around your waist for me Kerry." I saw Kerry shuffle at her desk and for one insane wonderful moment I thought she was actually going to do it, there and then. But, of course, no. "My skirt is round my waist." "Mm. Tell me about your underwear." There was a pause. It seemed maybe Kerry was crossing another barrier. "Black cotton panties. I think. I didn't really pay it much mind when I was getting dressed this morning. Never thought I'd be telling anyone about them! Just plain old black panties I think. Sorry." "I'm stroking around the elastic waistband Kerry." "That feels good." "Your tummy is so soft to touch." "Yes." "I'm going to slip my hand inside your panties Kerry. Tell me what you look like." "My hair there is dark." "Do you shave at all?" "Just to trim. I've a boring triangle I'm afraid. I don't go in for any of the fancy stuff." Right now the thought of my boss's black triangle of pubic hair was the most exotic thing possible. "I'm brushing my fingers through your pubic hair Kerry." "Yes." "Stroking around the soft white skin of your inner thigh." "Yes." "Caressing all around between your legs." "Mm." "But now I'm pulling my hand out, Kerry." ":-(" "I'm walking around in front of you." "Oh." "What are you going to do?" There was a long pause. I had the feeling Kerry was worried her inexperience would show her up. And once again it wasn't easy for her to take the lead. "I'm pulling your swimming shorts down." Once again we were back by the pool. "I've taken them off Kerry. I mean, I really have taken them off." Actually I was sitting in her office wearing a suit and tie, but I wanted the fantasy to be as acute as possible for her. "What can you see?" A pause. "You're not wearing jockeys or anything?" "For the pool? No." A very long pause. "Your cock." "My cock is so hard and stiff Kerry." That was absolutely true. Another long pause. "I'm stroking it with my fingers." "Stroking what?" "Your cock." "Could you say it like that?" "Sorry. I'm stroking your cock with my fingers." "Mm, feels good." "Now I'm wanking you, quite slowly." It was an exquisite shock for Kerry to say that, out of the blue. "You're a dirty girl Kerry, using words like that." "I must be. And to wank your cock like this." "Yes, wank my cock you dirty girl." "Your cock feels so hard as I wank it." "I'm resting both my hands lightly round the back of your head Kerry." "Okay." "What do you think I want you to do?" A pause. In meetings Kerry was the kind of person who would always carefully consider her response to any suggestion or proposition, and it excited me to see this facet of her personality shown sexually too. "Suck your cock." "Mm." "I'm moving my face towards your groin." "Yes." "My lips are brushing around the head of your cock." A more experienced lover might have teased with her tongue, but it was Kerry's inexperience that added a whole level of excitement. "God yes." "I'm sucking your cock." "Suck my cock Kerry." There was a pause from both of us, savouring the moment. "Now sit back in your chair Kerry." "Yes." "Open your legs wide for me." Given that skirt any actual movement was nearly impossible, but I was sure Kerry had tried to comply with my direction. "My legs are open." "I'm kneeling between your legs Kerry." "Go on." "What would you like me to do?" "You know." "I do, but I want you to tell me." "I want you to lick me there." "Where?" Pause. "My puss." "Your pussy?" "Yes. My pussy." "You want me to lick your pussy Kerry?" "Yes I want you to lick my pussy." "Okay, first you gotta take off your panties." "My panties are off. I am sitting in my chair at my office with my skirt around my waist and I'm bare below." "For real?" I knew it wasn't, but again I wanted to push and test. "No, sorry." "Can you take off your panties for me for real Kerry?" I was panting with anticipation. "No, I'm sorry. I'm in a big open office here." "You could go to the washroom and take them off there." "The state I'm in I couldn't go anywhere. Sorry." "You're wet?" "My cunt is soaking." It was a miracle I didn't slip off my chair. "There, is that what you want me to say?" "Fuck yes. I love to hear you talk about your soaking wet cunt." "Then lick my soaking cunt you nasty man you." "Mm, I'm licking your cunt Kerry. Tastes so good. So salty and sexy and sweet, your fucking sexy cunt." "Oh God. Are you still by the pool?" "Yes." "Are you touching yourself?" "Yes." If only that could have been true, but here I was pinned, pretty much literally, to my office desk and the state I was in I wouldn't be able to move for hours, maybe days. "You're wanking that hard cock of yours?" "I'm wanking my hard cock." "In a minute I'm going to try and make my way to the washroom, frig myself off and when I've recovered try to get on with my day. But before I go I want to read that you've wanked yourself off for me, your thick creamy cum all over your hands and chest." "Okay." The roles had switched, but right now anything was fine with me. "Do you want me to write for you while you cum?" "Yes." "What about?" "I'd like to cum on your face Kerry." "Okay, I'm kneeling in front of you, it's me wanking that sexy hard cock of yours, my face is tilted up and my mouth is open and all I want is to feel your hot sticky spunk shoot over my face." I sat there, tortured, but deservedly so, while I tried to wait the appropriate time to recover from an imaginary orgasm. "God Kerry that was incredible." "Did you cum?" "All over my hands and stomach." "Mm, gotta go now." "Before you go, one request. How many hours till you get home?" "About six." "You got internet there?" "Yes." "I'll be there for you. Online." "Won't it be the middle of the night?" "I don't care. It'll be more fun if we're both private." "Okay. Bye." She sat there for what seemed ages, so long I wondered if she was actually going to finish herself off. But then, ever so slowly, she got up and walked across the room. Over the following weeks I would come to think of it as the walk of shame, but for now there was only one thought on my mind. In six hours time Kerry would be at home alone, and a hundred million new possibilities were open to us. A Distant Touch Ch. 02 Kerry picks up the story... The rest of the day passed in such a daze. How could this have happened to me? One minute I was sitting at my desk, Kerry Lincoln, Senior Associate, professional, capable, respected (I think) and hopefully liked too. Then an email arrives from someone sitting by a pool thousands of miles away who I've never met. Next thing I know I'm literally stuck to my seat swapping obscenities before finally making my unsteady way to the Ladies for the most incredible orgasm of my life. I had been tempted to head home "sick" straight away, and I might as well have done the amount of productive work I managed. But a little voice somewhere inside was just strong enough to say I had to keep some control, that this could be even better if I didn't succumb completely. So I waited, sure the total transformation in the way I felt must shine from the very pores of my skin. I was burning. As it was, twice more during that long hot day my imagination got the better of me, and I found myself back in the Ladies, my skirt around my waist, my fingers feeding and punishing the need I felt in my sex. Then, it was time to leave. On the journey home, everyone I saw was transformed too. That middle-aged woman over there, does she dream about kneeling on all fours being taken repeatedly from behind by different men? That young man, reading the French newspaper, does he have a girlfriend who ties him to the bed and fucks herself stupid on his captive cock? Suddenly, after years thinking it was only work and friends and family, everyone was a sexual being again. There was no time for a shower, or food, just a bottle of water and my computer taking the most incredible length of time to start up. How many different screens do they need to taunt me with before I can log in? It was only as I was connecting to the internet that some doubts crept in. Perhaps that was it? Rob had managed to score a chick by email, and even now he was sitting in a bar bragging to his mates that he'd got me to talk about "my cunt". Even as the computer told me I was connected I felt a wave of shame and weariness. How could I be so stupid? Something so simple, so perfect, so compelling, couldn't be for real. But as I powered up Outlook, an email was waiting. From Rob. "I'm here, could we talk on Messenger this time, it's even more fun?" I took a long draw of water. The game was on again. For a while we just swapped pleasantries, the banality of our conversation in stark contrast to what we had previously been saying. But then I realised that, no matter what the medium, this was a second date, and if I had met Rob in a bar we wouldn't have immediately dived into last night's fuckfest. Having said that, Rob was a skilled and smooth operator, and just as in our first sexual conversation he was able to seamlessly take me from innocuous safety to that dangerous place I so badly wanted to be. "When did you get home?" "About half an hour ago," I lied. "Still in your work clothes then?" "Yes." Actually as the computer was booting I had slipped my skirt off, seeking the comfort and freedom I'd been denied during the day, but there was no need for me to be brazen right away. "Aren't you going to ask what I'm wearing?" "Sorry." Why did I keep apologising? Okay, I knew why – I was nervous and inexperienced and I hated feeling like I kept letting Rob down. But I wanted to stop it, relax, enjoy being guided to where he wanted me to go. "Let me guess. Nothing." "Actually I have some boxers on. You have a dirty mind Kerry." "Well maybe you should take them off then." He wouldn't mind, would he, if I made suggestions too? If I was "dirty", would that turn him off? "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours." I was quickly naked, and it felt strange there in my little living room in the early evening with the curtains drawn, the electric glow of the computer bathing my skin in electric blue. I felt vulnerable. "God I wish I could see your naked body, Kerry." It felt good, being the recipient of such desire. "Well you can't – you'll just have to use your imagination. Not that there's anything much to imagine, anyway." It had slipped out of my fingers, onto the keyboard, just as easily as it would have done if I'd been sitting next to Rob in a bar. And I felt the same sense of frustration at my own stupid inability to keep my mouth shut. Sure enough it's true – I'm skinny and pale, not any man's idea of a sexy woman. I never seem to get the sneaky and sometimes not-so-sneaky glances my more voluptuous friends claim to find so tiresome. Even worse, Rob didn't need to know. In the bar there's no disguising my lack of curves. But he was thousands of miles away, on another computer, with nothing more to go on than a thumbnail from the company website. I could have been Rixie Dixie 34DD and he'd have been happy and none the wiser. I actually cursed my computer. Would I never learn? "Actually, Kerry, a little bird tells me that you are 'petite but hot'." For a moment I was confused, and a little frightened. How the hell could anyone be telling him anything like that? But then I remembered how we'd first started emailing – Mike Chambers. The nice but quiet guy in my team. No doubt Rob had asked him to give him a full description. My first reaction was anger. How dare the little creep eye me up? But I looked at the description, sitting there on the last line of our conversation. 'Petite but hot'. That was cute. I liked being that. I even liked the thought of Mike thinking of me like that. Temporarily at least, I had an epitaph. "Did Mike say that?" "Yes. I think he has a thing for you. I didn't tell him anything about earlier on – I'm a gent I promise." Mike, a thing for me? I'd never really thought of him that way. Work and play didn't mix. He wasn't so good looking, but he looked after himself, and if you could get him to talk he had a wickedly dry sense of humour. I liked Mike liking me. Thinking all these thoughts had made me slow to respond. It was funny, during the day and then on the way home, I was so turned on, so filled with the buzz of what was going to happen, that I was sure I'd only last a couple of minutes before I was cumming hard, slumped exhausted over the PC. But now we'd started I was enjoying taking my time, and the control that the computer gave me. I seemed to be a better cyberlover than I was in real life. Whatever, Rob interpreted my silence in an entirely different way. "Are you touching yourself, Kerry?" I blushed, but his impatience was exciting. "A little," I lied coyly, but even as I clicked "Send" my left hand was sneaking down to stroke my inner thighs, my usual prelude to self-pleasure. "Me too." "Are you hard?" "Yes." "Are you holding your hard cock in your hand and wanking yourself, Rob?" "Yes." "Would you like me to wank you with my hand, Rob, feel your hot stiff cock between my fingers?" "God, yes." "I enjoyed you cumming over my face before, Rob, feeling your hot spunk shoot off all over my upturned face." "It felt so good. Are you wet, Kerry?" I moved my fingers to stroke down the folds of my sex. "I'm soaking, Rob. My pussy is soaking thinking about you wanking your hard cock." In my – quite limited – real life sexual experience, I had always been so passive, uncertain what to do, concerned anything I did do would turn my lover off. Much easier, it had seemed, to go along with what they were doing (within limits), than risk ruining everything by saying or doing the wrong thing. Sadly my desire to please never seemed to help my lovers enjoy themselves that much. But now, with all the safety and security of online sex, I was free. I could tell Rob I'd like to be taken from behind by an entire football team, and the worst that could happen is he'd log off forever. "God I'd like to fuck you, Kerry." "Mmm." It was true. I was enjoying our game, but it had been much too long since I had experienced the electric sensation of rigid manflesh sliding tight and hot inside my pussy. "Fuck me right now, Rob." "Tell you what I'd really like, Kerry..." "Yes?" "To fuck you on all fours, me kneeling behind you with my hands on your tits, slamming my hard cock into your wet pussy." I had never liked doggy-style. It had always seemed so crude, so impersonal, not even looking at your lover as you invited him into your body, pushing your bum up towards him obscenely. "You want me like a bitch, on my knees and my cunt wet and juicy for your cock?" It was so satisfying, a few taps on a keyboard and I knew way over in Australia my sudden sluttishness would make Rob's cock jerk up even harder, if that was possible. "Fuck, yes." "I'm kneeling on all fours for you, Rob, a horny little slut who wants you to fuck her hungry little pusspuss from behind." "Do it for real. You got a vibe?" How little Rob really knew me, however intimate we had suddenly become. Anyone who had met me would know that the idea of Kerry Lincoln walking into a sex shop and putting down cash for a sex toy was laughable. "Ha." "Well what do you normally use?" "My fingers." "But sometimes, right, just your fingers isn't enough?" "Maybe ;-)" "So what do you use then?" "I do have my favourite hairbrush..." "Go get it for me. I want you to kneel on all fours in front of the computer and fuck yourself with your hairbrush for me." I wondered if good real sex was like this, one minute one partner taking the initiative and driving things on, the next minute the other? I rushed to my bedside table, feeling like a thoroughly naughty little girl as I ran around my apartment naked in preparation for fucking myself for someone. "I'm back." "Describe it for me." "Dark wooden handle, about an inch across and maybe nine inches long. It's not as big as a cock..." I was about to type in "Sorry" when I realised Hell No, the guy was getting me penetrating my sex with a household object. Size, on this particular occasion, didn't matter, "...unless you're going to disappoint me ;-)" "I think I can beat that. ;-) back to you. Okay, Kerry, I want you to cum for me on all fours, fucking yourself with your hairbrush. You can cum again soon, right?" "I should think so." "Mmm. Okay, Kerry, I want you to kneel on all fours on your chair, facing directly away from the computer. I want you to expose your pussy and that sexy bum of yours to the screen. Then fuck yourself with the hairbrush with one hand, and frig yourself off with the other." "Write me something?" "I'm kneeling behind you, Kerry, my hands holding your sexy white bum cheeks, my hard cock pushing in and out of your slick pussy. It feels incredible, fucking you like a bitch, Kerry, feeling your cunt so hot and wet, and I'm going to pump load after load of my hot white spunk in your cunthole." I turned and knelt as I had been told. Whereas before this position had felt cold, wrong, now, as I bent over and felt the cool harsh glare of the computer light on my bottom and pussy it felt so right. I was utterly, gloriously debased - fucking myself for a stranger, my hairbrush in my cunt, the most intimate parts of my body revealed to the mute glow of the screen. I had no need of the words Rob had written me. The knowledge I was being a slut was enough to send me quickly over the edge, my legs trembling as the waves of my orgasm fought my aching muscles as they kept me in my awkward position on the chair. I flopped back down, careless that the juices flooding from my cunt would stain the chair. "Fuck that was good." "Tell me." Trembling, I spelled out the gory details for Rob, and as I did so I could feel that all too soon I would be ready for more. "How about you? Are you okay?" I asked. Before, with a real lover, I would have been worried, anxious that I was in some way disappointing. Now, it was simple regard for my lover's needs. "I'm okay, for the moment. It isn't so easy for us boys :-( " "I'll be sure to make your one as good as mine." "Can I ask some personal questions then?" "Sure." "You ever had an experience with another woman?" I laughed out loud. Men. "Sure. When I was younger me and my best friend learned about 'doing it' by feeling each other up at sleepovers." "Really?" "No. Why are all men convinced all women are closet lesbians? And why do they want them to be?" Rob ignored the gibe. He had an agenda. "So you've never fantasized or wondered about sex with another woman?" "I didn't say that...;-)" "Well have you?" "Given the amount of imagery in the mass media devoted to the male fantasy of two attractive women locking lips, it is difficult for even the most confirmedly heterosexual of women not to have considered what a little girl-girl action would be like." "So you have?" It was cruel of me. I had just had a sensational orgasm, and poor Rob was sitting in his room at whatever time of night, his cock in his hands and desperate for some release. "A little." "Tell me." "There's someone at the office, I find her kind of sexy." Perhaps I should have been careful, there was the Rob-Mike link after all, but in the warm afterglow of my cum it was actually exciting to take such a risk. "Tell me about her." "Her name is Susie. It's a bit embarrassing, she's actually my PA." "Ooh, the boss has the hots for her personal assistant!" "Terrible, isn't it?" "Tell me about her." "She's in her early twenties. Very different to me, I think maybe that's why she interests me. Medium height, blonde hair down her back, lovely rosy skin. And she has such a lovely figure, all curvy and sexy." "She sounds nice. Even if I prefer my women petite but hot." ":-)" "What do you think about her?" I couldn't tell him that. It was all very well, the cybersex comfort zone, but even so, I was sure he'd be shocked. "Oh, the usual," I lied. "What it would be like to kiss her, to play with her breasts." "That turns you on, does it, your PA Susie lifting up her top and offering you her breasts to touch?" "Yes." The interlude was over, and the game was on again. "Would you like to suck Susie's nipples, Kerry?" "Yes." "Roam your hands over her back and run them over Susie's firm round ass cheeks?" "Oh God yes." "Feel Susie's hands slip inside your panties, brushing through your dark curls to your wet waiting pussy?" "Mmm." "Have you seen Susie naked, Kerry?" "Yes." "Tell me about it. Describe your PA's naked body to me." "It was on a work awayday, we'd been windsurfing and Susie and I were getting changed. Although she's often quite tanned I don't think she normally goes topless because her breasts are so creamy. She has quite wide brown nipples. Her bum cheeks are white so I don't think she wears thongs either. She's shaved her pussy hair into a little vee at the top of her pussy. I couldn't really see but I think her pussy hair is darker than her head. Fuck she's sexy." "God yes. What would you like to do with Susie's sexy naked body, Kerry?" I took a deep breath. Perhaps Rob was ready now, to hear what nasty thoughts his supposedly oh-so-innocent online lover had? "Okay. I can't believe I'm going to tell you this. I only hope it turns you on as much as it does me. Later that day we went off mountain biking, and Susie and I got behind the others. She looked so incredible, in her shorts and tee-shirt. Anyway she pulled off the trail and announced she had to pee, would I mind standing watch? Normally I wouldn't have thought anything at all about another woman doing that, but I think because she'd looked so magnificent in the changing room I was a lot more heightened to her, sexually. So she headed off behind some bushes and although no-one on the trail would have seen her, she wasn't that hidden from me. I tried so hard not to look – I'm her boss for God's sake, she couldn't catch me peeking at her going to the toilet - but I couldn't help myself, I stole a couple of glances, and I could see her lovely tanned legs, her shorts and panties around her ankles, the curves of her flanks and the creaminess of her ass. I was rooted to the spot. And then – this is so embarrassing – she turned around and she must have seen me staring at the naked lower half of her body and she just smiled. I looked away, of course, but my face was burning for ages and I know she must have seen me perving at her. She was sweet as anything, and I think she probably didn't think anything much of it. I guess she's used to being stared at. Does that gross you out?" "No. I'm rock hard. You look so prim and proper in that picture. Underneath you are the dirtiest girl. So you think about what you saw when you're touching yourself?" "Sometimes. It turns me on to think about watching Susie pee. Sometimes it's what I actually saw, sometimes I make it up more, and from the start she knows I'm there, that kind of thing. You really like me thinking stuff like that?" "If only you could see my cock now, Kerry. I've gotta cum so bad. Do you want to cum again, maybe writing for me about Susie?" "Do you want me to write about her peeing?" "Fuck yes." "She could be squatting on the ground in front of us, ready to pee." "She's slipped her panties off, so we can watch properly." "Then she shyly opens her legs a little, Rob, and we can see how creamy her skin is around her neat little trimmed pubes." "Get her to show us her breasts. Tell your PA to show you her full creamy tits, Kerry." "Fuck her tits are so sexy, Rob. Now I'm reaching down to pull your cock from your shorts. You're so hard, your cock feels so good in my hand, I'm wanking you slowly and Susie is watching me play with your cock, Rob." "Mmm." "Now we're standing closer to her, so your cock is near her pretty young face. I tell her to pee for us – I tell Susie, my sexy young PA to open her legs wide and pee." "Go on." "I'm wanking your cock slowly right in front of Susie's face, Rob, her face is turned up towards you and she is offering it, she's so pretty and all she wants is for me to wank you off so you shoot your hot cum all over her face, all the time emptying her bladder onto the ground for us." There was no reply, and I concentrated on my own need, my fingers slick and urgent on my clit. Part of me focused on the image I had created, another part imagined my online lover's hand on his cock, moving up and down so desperately as he imagined defiling my PA in this way. I started to spasm, frantic and insane, my mind filled with even more lurid images I was sure I could never share. Eventually, when the tremors had subsided some, I slipped back on the chair. It seemed the seat of the chair and all of my thighs and groin were slippy with my juices. "Good?" Rob asked. "Mm. Incredible. You?" "Yeah. You're so nasty, Kerry, I love it." "I'm a good girl really ;-)" "Sure. Same time tomorrow?" "Yes." I felt more sexually satisfied than ever before, and there wasn't even anyone else in the room. But even now, as Rob and I enjoyed the honeymoon of our online relationship, the feeling between my legs told me that I would soon need more than an old wooden hairbrush to satisfy me.