0 comments/  11288 views/  0 favorites

Sandy’s Computer Ch. 01

By: seatacrch



For months now she had pondered an idea of getting back to join internet community people. She had come to know its advantages and disadvantages. She knew of how it brought people together from every state. Her new computer was going to her latest toy to compensate for her husband being mentally away when home then off to work on the night shift which began at 9 PM. Some nights after he left for his job she didn't get to sleep till 1 or 2 AM. A computer would certainly break those lonely hours spent in her evenings.

In her middle years, Sandy was not merely a housewife; she had personal goals and was enhancing her medical transcription career at local college extension with course work two evenings a week. Her Children were gown and now in their 20s. This was Sandy's second marriage, having been single for five years before meeting her current husband. Sandy often thought maybe it would not be her last husband. She told herself that she loved her husband, but her marriage loneliness just would not go away.

Her husband monopolized their one household computer, using it in chat rooms, and looking at online porn. Photos of naked bodies did nothing for Sandy. She was a touching person who needed the emotional connection to feel secure before her system responded physically. Now Sandy would have her own private computer and safeguard her private space.

Geek Squad Technician, much younger than Sandy had thought. He sat her down in front of her new computer screen and then standing over her he explained how her new system worked. Sandy learned on – off, system boot up, program start up, adding software, and how to manage internet connections. For a moment his charm and friendliness distracted her. If only her husband would spend this much attention to her. 

Lately, their sex life of once a week was being neglected due to in his daily life working schedules. She was a perfect example a modern lonely married middle aged housewife. Sandy faced unquenched periods of being horny. Sandy's vivid wild imagination drove her to distraction.

Recently she became interested in finding her 'G' Spot to discover personal pleasures of orgasm. Her Husband was not experienced in knowing what or how to do sexually in satisfying her. So she went on an offensive coaching him. Sandy dreamed of incessant and continuous 'G' spot orgasms, now she wanted to achieve them. Sandy thought Internet access would help her explore and find information.

Sandy woke out of a brief daze while her Technician was speaking: "So now you know how to use it?" Her technician asked. 

She looked up at him smiling. He added; "Any questions before I leave it all to you?" 

Sandy said; "Want to show me again?" 

She enjoyed his closeness, his aftershave aroma and his attractive youthful sex appeal. What harm was a little flirting going to do? She thought. Technician pandered to her wishes and went through computer system basics once more.

That evening, Husband sat down to dinner with Sandy. As usual they ate in silence, his mind concentrating on more important issues of his work. 

Sandy looked her best whenever he was around. She wore sexy clothing, short skirts, a favorite perfume that he once liked her to wear, but none of this made any impact in arousing his interest in her. 

She would sit in her bathtub soaking while he shaved offering hints of lovemaking supported by the fact that she was naked and fresh, ready for passion. Her husband would simply dismiss it all in order to catch up on something that he had forgotten about. He always had excuses.

Sandy would wait until Husband fell into a deep sleep or was at work, before she went to her private space switching on her computer on. At start of her internet exploration she net surfed finding some interesting sites and some which were very adventuresome. There were only one or two sites that seemed more than interesting.

Sandy was amazed by the amount of mature adult material that could be glanced upon, which included pornography, erotica and exhibitionism. Online she found adult toys, BDSM toys, sensation play and bondage gear, catalogs of sex toys, impact toys, vibrators, dildos, strap-on's, silicone toys, anal toys, butt plugs, dongs, nipple pumps, breast pumps, adult videos, adult DVD's, condoms, lubes, penis pumps, and nipple clamps. 

Just seeing these online made her wonder about these things. She had never been exposed to these or seen, felt, or experienced them. She also wondered about personal safety in using adult toys, especially with a partner.

She made note of URL addresses with plans to visit these sites again when she had time.

Sandy was typically shy with had limited chat room experience. Chat rooms offered her a chance to meet others, which seemed like a good idea. 

Her first moves into electronic community network were in 50s chat rooms. At first, she found other guests dominated various rooms and like any stranger in a room full of people, she had to make herself known. Breaking ice was difficult. She realized that chat rooms demanded a certain skill in written communication. At times it became frustrating, that was until Ian replied: 

A person introduced himself as Ian. He typed words on a chat box saying;"Sandy hello, I like your profile and your photo, you are very attractive."

Sandy typed back;"Hello Ian my name is Sandy. How are you?"

Both them soon began to exchange information about each other. Ian seemed to be an experienced user of internet networks. He seemed similar in age with similar interests to Sandy. Yet Ian was much older. His photo looked much younger than his actual age.  

Both were lonely in their lives. They lacked that certain companionship, call it a spark, or glue, or something one simply cannot define. That first time consumed hours spent on-line until they realized how late it was. 3 AM. They agreed to meet online soon again. 

Sandy thought then typed; "maybe tomorrow:" or another occasion in our near future.

Ian said his schedule was demanding, and was seldom on chat and just did not have a friend to chat with, yet he felt the pull of Sandy's interest in him.

Ian typed' "Sandy I feel attracted to you, let's talk tomorrow night at same time"

Sandy agreed.

Husband was becoming more engrossed in his personal business. Deals had to be made, schedules met and targets achieved. Over weeks of passing time, Sandy became so tied up with Ian and she no longer cared about how poor her relationship was with her husband.

When he slept she would go on-line and speak to Ian. They exchanged photographs, ideas, spoke of her desire for a 'G' spot orgasm. Ian sent Sandy several paragraphs on how to find the 'G' spot, hot to massage her vagina, and what to expect. 

Both felt comfortable with their sexual discussions, as these chats became an adventure into each other's lives, what worked, what was missing, and what they both wanted to experience.

Ian typed; "I looked at your picture today. You are attractive to me Sandy."

Sandy responded; "Well thank you Ian. You are really good looking handsome man yourself."

Subtly the conversation turned to sex. Both their likes and dislikes and then their past exploit and experiences. He explained his secret desires. Sandy shared hers. Sandy found him so interesting in respect of openness, honesty, and interest in just her. 

Sandy felt she could have a relationship with Ian and wondered what an affair would be like. In her private moments she fantasized about meeting Ian and having sex on a regular basis with him. She gradually admitted to herself that she needed this relationship. Sandy knew Ian needed her too.

Sandy asked Ian; "Can I ask you something Ian?"

Ian responded; "Of course. What?"

Sandy inquired; "How do you satisfy yourself? How do you seek a release?"

Ian responded; "You mean...do I masturbate?"

Sandy answered; "Well, yes."

Ian went on to explain that he began to masturbate at the age of 12 very early in his youth to explore himself with pleasure, secretly satisfy releasing his sexual tension.

Out of curiosity he asked Sandy her perspective on masturbation. She explained frankly that she always took an opportunity to masturbate whenever a mood suited her, but was not always successful reaching orgasm. She had recently purchased a small vibrator practicing with but not understood how to reach a complete orgasm. Sandy explained her husband, whom she had met on line, and lived with for past six years, did not have the ability to give her an orgasm when they made love.

Sandy said; "Ian I hear that some people have cybersex."

Ian answered; "Explain that?"

In the best way possible Sandy gave her understanding and explanation of cybersex. She had never indulged in cybersex before, but on one occasion Sandy watched a couple on-line taking sharing words of acts, which made her so horny she had to do something about it. Ian understood most of what she had told him. Sandy's vivid imagination provided rest of her mind's eye vision.

Ian said; "OK, but it is not real, as it is make believe. I need to touch and feel touched. Do people have to get naked for this cybersex?"

Sandy said; "It depends on the couple, their limits, commitment, and ground rules."

Ian could hardly believe what she had written. Was this consent to try it, or simply another one of her questions? He gave her the reply she wanted by saying it was entirely up to her.

At that Sandy stood up from her chair and removed her nightshirt and panties. 

Sandy said "Ok Ian, I have taken off my camisole and panties, now I am naked. So what would you do to me now?"

Armed with only a few pictures of her image and descriptions, Ian thought a minute, as it seemed so awkward, and then he snapped into action. His imagination ran wild and he began to write descriptively as if he was in same room with Sandy. 

She responded likewise and together they had embarked on a steamy dialogue and recital of how they would be, alone together, what each would do, and their desires.

At first, their cyber power sessions were shared moments, confined to their imaginations. 

Self-gratification only followed when they were off-line. Together they would build up their sexual feelings, then when offline release their frustrations on strengths of what they had written together. They both knew that it was nothing like the real thing, but it was close enough for them, for now they shared a rare intimacy which helped each toward a release.

Ian said; "I want to hear your voice."

Sandy replied; "No, I can't, I must remain discrete. Let us keep it this way. No phone sex. We agreed remember."


Sandy’s Computer Ch. 02



Ian became so involved with Sandy that every waking minute of the day his mind was filled with constant thoughts of her image. His mind would play out sexual role-playing with things he wanted to experience with Sandy. 

Phone sex was suggested, but Sandy was conscious of her husband and their marriage. Sandy loved her husband and was committed to him. To her, a relationship with Ian had become an internet romance, so she clearly drew out her boundaries. 

Ian even suggested that they should meet secretly to spend some time together at a defined location where no one else would know them. 

Sandy reminded him that they were 500 miles apart, but perhaps she and her husband would be moving into his state where winter climate was warmer, and her husband could work year round. Northern winters were cold to the bone, so a southern climate seemed to both Sandy and her husband a good location for their future. 

She refused his requests, and held Ian to her strict ground rules.

Months passed, Ian purchased a new faster computer with a built in webcam. Sandy would occasionally ask to see his face online. She had no desire to see more, because it would only frustrate her.

Ian sent Sandy a few JPG pictures. Sandy looked at his photos imagining what her fingers could stimulate. Sandy imagined Ian as well endowed. She thought he had the most sensual and satisfying cock she had ever seen.

Ian asked Sandy to use her dildo suggesting that she feel him entering and penetrating her vaginal lips. Sandy never shared her personal thoughts of her wild imagination with Ian; else it may be just too much for both of them. Perhaps someday they would meet, and perhaps maybe more, real intimacy. 

Together they would come close to simulating their desired sexual acts while on-line. Gradually Ian developed a picture of her open vagina. Ian imagined licking, sucking and entering Sandy. 

Ian needed and wanted extended and prolonged foreplay because he enjoyed foreplay responsiveness of his partner, which affirmed him, and left him feeling needed and worthwhile.

Sandy would go to her limits in describing how wet she was, how she tasted on her fingers, how sensitive her clit had become as she imagined him sucking her clit with his tongue.

Ian sat before his screen imagining Sandy, sometimes using internet community system that allowed him to put script upon screen at press of a single key while he felt arousal in response to her replies describing her latest images of perky nippled breasts, her inviting wet vagina, which drove his imagination wild. 

Sandy in a similar fashion would think of Ian fingering her vagina, sucking her vaginal lips, lingering on her clit, giving her a series of prolonged 'G' Spot orgasms. Sandy wanted a real session with Ian to experience her cumming incessantly, over and over, then once again.

Ian said; "Sandy. We have to meet very soon."

Sandy responded; "Ian for now, this is all we can do, we chat letting our feelings take us to our edge, see how far we have developed. We are now feeling pangs of needing to really meet."

Ian continued on; "We have to be together, even if only for a few hours."

Sandy stated; "Once we begin Ian we will never stop, let us continue to grow, our time will come to us. We will have an opportunity. Just let it happen naturally."

Their involvement over internet had reached a point where both had become frustrated with the way things were. Ian wanted to meet, but Sandy refused him point blank, then they would find themselves both locked into a never-ending emotional argument about why they cannot spend time together for real.

Six months gradually passed. They only chatted with each other one on one. Both found it more comfortable to begin or end the day with private thoughts of each other. When online, they became totally inseparable, forsaking all others.

One night Husband woke up from his sleep suddenly. His hard work was now showing some results. It was time to relax more and of course begin to pay some attention to his beautiful wife. 

He felt their bed beside him noticing that she was not there. He turned on his bedside lamp, looked around their room, noting radio alarm clock time as 11 AM. He had come home at 8 am, and went to sleep about 9 am. As usual Sandy would lay with him soothing him into deep sleep then rise to begin her day.

"Honey, you OK?" he called out. "Honey, it's almost eleven in the morning. Where are you?" There was no reply.

Sandy's husband walked downstairs and half way down he stopped. He could hear sounds of Sandy. She was moaning and crying in ecstasy. He was disturbed by her familiar sound, and then slowly continued until he reached the downstairs bathroom door. It was half open, and then he pushed it open.

Sandy sat on the water closet seat with her legs wide spread apart. Her eyes were closed. She was using her vibrator pushing it in and out of her vagina, while in throes of an escalating orgasm completely endowed by penetration of her vibrating dildo and thoughts of Ian's erotic recitals echoing in her mind.

Her husband had never seen Sandy masturbate, watching her turned him on, he felt his arousal and wanted to have Sandy suck him off while she masturbated. 

Sandy opened her eyes to the sight of her husband's cock in front of her mouth, whereupon she took his cock in her mouth then sucking while plunging her vibrator in her vagina. 

Her husband had little or no resistance to her mouth, as she quickly brought him into complete and total orgasm. He began to spurt. She took his cock shooting his semen all over her breasts, as she followed with her orgasm.

Sandy sucked his cock clean, washed both of them off, and then walked up the stairs to put him back to bed. She lay with him for a few minutes holding his arm while he fell back to sleep. She rested for a bit, then got up, showered, and changed into a day dress to go to work.

Throughout her day, thoughts of Ian wandered in her mind, thoughts which began with slow kisses, and progressed to warm licks, and just went on and on. This is what she wanted most. Ian.

Internet Chat Room

They met on the internet in a chat room by accident a miracle they said. This internet night was an exciting night. A night never before experienced by either of them. Ian was from one city Sandy from another. They flirted with each other that first night then kept coming back to one another online finally only into an instant messenger private room. 

They talked for long hours, several times, telling each other about their lives, sharing their feelings and experiences. With their chat they discovered they had shared n common. Before they parted they agreed to add each other to their friends list, to easily contact each other again. 

In describing his background, Ian had some unusual experiences as a teen which affected how he selected his previous marriage partners. As a young boy of he had masturbated himself almost nightly. By the age of 12 he had a girlfriend of 15 who taught him how to give her 'G' Spot orgasms. They never had intercourse having limited their sexual experiences only to mutual masturbation. He remembers how enjoyable it was to feel her cumming, but in later years felt guilty for their young experience.

Suddenly at his age of almost 16 she suddenly stopped seeing him. At 17 he left home to make his way, go to college, and move on in life. As a consequence of his teen years he married women who were ritualistic and formula driven, all were scripted with plain vanilla cold not demonstrative. 

Ian had been married twice, his first time lasted 20 years and second time 23 years. Six years ago Ian's second wife left him to follow her career in California which became a mutually effective separation for them. During past six years she came back a few times for visits, but their intimacy had not returned to either. Both felt comfortable not having sex, both remained friends, which was convenient and easiest for both.

His spouses were ritual and mechanical in love making it was plain vanilla sex, rather than uninhibited frolicking in wilds of unknown adventuresome of mutual exploration.

His spouses would reach orgasm within a few minutes leaving him still unsatisfied emotionally; as he needed and wanted extended foreplay. Almost always after his marital ritual of plain vanilla sex, Ian would wait for his spouse to fall asleep, then masturbate till satisfied. Certainly something was missing in Ian's life.

Psychologically it took Ian years to understand, and over time he eventually conquered his understanding. What Ian needed was a woman similar in nature, who understood his need for sensuality and eroticism.

Sandy was married twice before and now married to a man who had shown little interest in her recently. Sandy loved him regardless. Sandy had satisfactory sex with her husband but once a week at most. Her husband was a rare man who was interested in outside sexual exploitation, video porn, and internet chats. 

Sandy discovered that he had an affair long ago, when she found out about his affair she closed off their relationship, but after his continued persistence, she took him back. Yet Sandy vividly recalled her painful discovery. Sandy now decided she wanted to experience an affair outside her marriage.

Sex had been good during their initial courtship, but immediately after living together when the 'I do's' were said, it all changed. 

She had to practically begged him for sex, but met with one rejection after another. Despite rejection and because of her love, she persisted. He was content with once a week.

Sandy needed and wanted a lot of foreplay. During their six year relationship and marriage, foreplay disappeared and their sex slowly dwindled to plain vanilla, in and out, then asleep. 

Sandy began to use a silver bullet vibrator to elicit 'G' Spot orgasms, but they took a lot of time to reach, because these were so mechanical, which wore Sandy out in trying.

Sandy moved out of their bedroom into a guest bedroom down the hall. She, too, was lonely, lonely for a man's touch, lonely for strong arms holding her, lonely for a man's lips on her lips, lonely for a man to share her passion, and lonely for real lovemaking.

Over time, Ian and Sandy chatted on internet in mornings, then again about 9 PM at night. Over a few weeks then months of chatting on a daily basis, sometimes two times a day, they felt comfortable with continuing to know each other and sharing their thoughts daily. 

There was a definite attraction between them even though there was an age difference. Ian was older, but that didn't matter to Sandy. What mattered to Sandy was their passion. Clicking as one was an indefinable ingredient missing from both of their previous and current marriages. They discovered and hungered for what they felt for each other and being denied to them. 

They had both tried many times over the years to rekindle marital sparks of passion that somehow had been lost drifting away over years of marriage. Rekindling was to no avail. Now having met online they turned to each other. After much thought and personal soul searching, both decided to eventually to meet.

One day while chatting on the internet, he asked her if she would meet him. To Ian's surprise, she agreed. A day, time, and meeting place were agreed upon. As their appointed day approached excitement began to build in each.



Sandy’s Computer Ch. 03



Ian took an airplane to a town near Sandy. Both had agreed to meet on neutral ground first at a Restaurant. Sandy picked a quiet place out of way an Italian restaurant which served lunch in a combination Italian deli and restaurant. She made sure Ian had phone numbers and directions.

She arrived at the restaurant first. Ian drove a rented black four door sedan. Sandy watched him pull into restaurant parking area. 

He spotted her right away standing at front entrance; Ian stepped out of his car and walked toward her holding a bouquet of red roses. 

Ian walked toward Sandy, her heart skipped a beat. He was tall, lean, muscular, and very good looking. Much better looking than pictures sent over internet. 

Ian spotting her, he gasped, she was extremely attractive. She was tall. He remembered her telling him she was 5' 6". Sandy carried herself well with a drop dead gorgeous smile.

He came to her and kissed her tenderly softly, whispering in her ear. Ian made love to her lips by slowly sucking her lower lip, then upper lip, followed by a moist tongue, as she had asked him to do in one of their chats. She was flattered that he had remembered to do this. Meeting in person, they were immediately attracted to each other.

They walked hand in hand into the restaurant. Gallantly he held main door open for her. They walked in. Head waiter motioned them to follow him, as she walked in ahead of Ian to their table, his eyes wandered to her hips, he liked what he saw. Her hips swayed with a smooth rhythm. He felt himself stir.

Both enjoyed their lunch learning about each other. It was a big difference in to meet in person. Their conversation was animated; both were touching, smiling, at scent of each. There was no awkward silence, conversation flowed. He told her about his three children, two sons and a daughter who were married with children. She told him about her daughters from her first marriage. They both were married with children. They talked about joys of being a grandparent. There was laughter with enjoyment of each other's company.

As the luncheon wore on, their passionate erotic nature took over. Sandy's mind wandered. She looked at his lips and wondered what it would feel like to kiss him, to be in his arms, to make love to him, all questions of her interest and want.

He watched her as she talked, noticed how animated her pretty face was, how soft and feminine her voice was. He couldn't help looking at her breasts straining against her navy blue blouse. Her nipples were erect. She was sensitive in the coolness of this restaurant. He liked her. He felt attracted to her.

Ian came for a few days to visit Sandy. Sandy had limited time to meet, because of her husband's work schedule. They agreed to remain discrete, cautious and careful in meeting. She could meet for an early lunch, then again in evening hours when he left for work at 9 PM. They agreed to meet about 9:30 PM in evening at his B&B 'Grayson Manor'.

They finished lunch and walked to their cars both parked parallel to each other. They said their good-byes, each hesitating, and reluctant to leave. This hesitant goodbye being their only awkward moment shared between them.

"See you tonight"; Sandy said, then drove off. Ian stood there just staring as Sandy disappeared into traffic.

Evening Date

That evening they met at agreed upon time and place outside Grayson Manor. She parked her car; then climbed into his, driving off together. 

He immediately put his hand on her leg gently massaging her inner thigh. She felt a shiver go up her spine from her toes. He held her hand asking her to move close to him. She complied doing so. He put his arm around her shoulders. Naturally she snuggled against his side. It felt good to be held. Ian told her how good it felt for him to hold her.

He drove to a nearby town pulling his car behind a donut shop. Behind the shop it t was deserted and dark. They were very close to two main roads, but fairly well hidden from view. It was a dark moonless night, with light rain pelting car windows. 

Ian took her in his arms embracing. Holding her close he gently kissing her forehead, kissing her neck then blowing a gentle stream of his warm breath down her back. Sandy felt wonderfully warm in his strong arms. She felt protected, wanted, needed, and desired. 

He told her how good she felt. How nice she was to hold. How much he had missed being close to her. 

She could feel pleasure she was giving him by just being there with him returning soft gentle warm caresses. They were filling a mutual need of personal touch and she smiled. 

Pleasure of being held close, gave way to passion. 

Sandy whispered softly into his ear;"Kiss me Ian, kiss me deep, I want to taste you." 

He did. She returned his kisses. Long slow tender passionate kisses. Lips that had been neglected far too long were being fed, His and hers. Gradually His hand wandered to her breast. 

Sandy tingled at feel of Ian's hands on her sensitive breasts, her body responded with a gasp. 

Sandy had worn a fresh new Ivory Satin bra with matching high hip panties. Ian felt the soft fabric bringing his hand down lower and lower to her nipples.

He un-buttoned her blouse, unhooked her bra in front, gently removed it, folding it in a neat manner on his back seat. He caressed her breasts, fondling her, pinching her nipples, latching on her nipples, and then sucking her breasts, nursing her. 

Sandy felt ecstasy. It has been so long without. This warmth was wonderful to experience once more. Like a soothing rain on a parched flower garden, making it bloom again. She softly moaned with approval and pleasure, asking him for more here, then some there, and as Ian continued, her hand slowly moved down his body to his erect penis. 

Sandy took off his belt, unzipped his pants, so she had complete touch and access to his most sensitive body area. 

She felt his black satin black thong holding its package, and then pulled his thong aside freeing his hard penis, exposing himself to her. 

When Sandy touched Ian he sucked in his breath. It had been so long for him. He had yearned for a woman's gentle touch on his cock and now it was happening. 

She lowered her head and touched her mouth to him, kissing, licking, finally putting him into her mouth, gently sucking slowly.

Ian gasped, his body became tense, he whispered; "Oh yes." 

She was filled with satisfaction knowing that she was giving him that pleasure. She held his penis with one hand while she continued sucking, tasting him, her other hand gently caressing his testicles. 

Sandy lifted her head, and then kissed Ian passionately. He leaned over and put his hand under her short skirt, then slowly up her leg, into her panties, feeling her vaginal slit and its wetness. Ian removed her panties, folding them, and placing them on top of her bra, stashed in the rear seat.

Ian moved his fingers between her vaginal lips, up then down slowly between her lips, over her clit, into her vagina. Ian gradually plunged his middle finger into her vagina just under her hood, rubbing her clit with his index finger. First in wide circles, then ever smaller circles, till her clit felt his finger gently massaging her. Her clit hardened and protruded from her lips glistening with her moistness. 

A red neon donut shop light shown down into the car with a reddish tone allowing Ian to see her nakedness. Ian marveled at how wonderful her vagina felt, how beautiful her clit looked. He watched as it glistened, with small droplets of moisture. He took his fingers up from her clit into his mouth tasting, savoring each droplet. 

Both wanted to give each other pleasure by masturbating each other. It was an introduction stepping stone of familiarity in knowing each other.

Such exquisite pleasure, she whimpering as she held onto his arm laying her head on his shoulder. Her breath quickened, as he verbally encouraged her to let herself go. 

"Sandy, cum for me, cum baby, cum, let me see you release in my hand, Cum Sandy, Cum."

Unable to contain herself any longer her body stiffened, she called out Ian's name, as her release overtook her in waves which began down in her toes, traveled upward to her inner thighs, then settling deeper within her vagina. 

Sandy jerked wildly thinking her climatic orgasm would never end, Sandy did not want it to end. Sandy released, and she came in spurts first with a 'G' Spot then a vaginal orgasm, which was a female ejaculation. Her wetness flowed as never before. Ian cupped her cum in his hand, then raising his hand to his mouth so he slowly swallowed all of her, not missing a drop. Sandy held his arm until her breathing returned to normal. 

Ian had rented a car with reclining seats, which reclined into what seemed almost horizontal. Reaching for the reclining button, he reclined seats to lie down on his back, then asked Sandy rise over straddling him then sit on his erect penis. 

Sandy had never done anything like this in a car before. She was reluctant to do so. So afraid of being seen or having police pull up, despite their fogged windows. 

She wanted him to climax as she had by masturbation. They had both agreed to masturbate each other moving into more intimate sex over time. She was hungry for him, a wild hunger not felt in years, so she did as he asked. 

She raised her skirt to cover both of them, then straddled him with her back to the steering wheel, and slowly used his penis to rub her vagina up and down between her vaginal lips, feeling her wetness ooze again she sat down, guiding his penis into her vagina. 

Her skirt protected them from view, like a tent. He whispered a silent sound as feeling of their bodies together in union as one was absorbed into their senses as in indelible part of each. She began to slowly ride him as she leaned forward rocking back and forth slowly feeling him deep within her, burying her face in the side of his neck.

He encouraged her and said over and over again; "Oh yes Sandy, yes I love you!!" 

His warm penis felt good and warm inside of her. She moved slowly with rhythm into her abandon, enjoying her moist sensation of his penis slipping and sliding, in and out of her vagina. 

She could feel her warm wet juices flowing out of her, making her and his pubic area wet. She sat up straight, eyes forward, with an arched back, taking his entire penis inside her. Fitting each other perfectly, no one had ever felt as good as they were now experiencing.

Head lights from a passing car turning off a side road shone briefly in their window. Fear of being seen or her husband finding out stopped Sandy cold. She dismounted him, apologizing to him.

I know you have not cum yet, and I want you to, but we need more time and privacy. 

He was very understanding and told her it was all right. 

In a whisper Ian told Sandy; "I don't cum prematurely, but when I do cum my release is about 1/3 cup." 

Sandy thought to herself Mmmmmm, wonderful; I want all of him in me.

Then Sandy said; "baby I want to swallow all of you, and you to swallow all of me, it will be our communion. If you fuck me, then release in me, I want you to suck me out, then kiss me, filling my mouth with our co-mingled cum so we can swallow together, It is ours to enjoy."

Once again she went down on his penis, tasting her own juices co-mingled with his Precum on his penis. She knew by his groans and his heavy breathing that he was enjoying pleasure she was giving him. She took all of him into her mouth, sucking fast and hard, using her fingers to massage his balls and search for his spot along his big vein under his penis. His Precum oozed out tasting of French Vanilla. Sandy loved Vanilla. His taste was becoming addictive. She was amazed at his staying power and told him so. 

He gently lifted her head from his penis asking her to hold up her blouse to allow him to play with her breasts, so he could watch her as he masturbated. She did as he asked and watched his face as he stroked his penis then reached his first orgasm. 

Ian squirted semen upward into her breasts. Sandy felt his warm seaman drench her nipples then drip down onto his pubic area. Sheer joy was written there. She loved his expression, so sexy, so sensuous, and so manly.

How much she had missed this part of a relationship, how wonderful to experience a man in her life again. Sandy relished feel of Ian, his scent, touch, tenderness, kiss, passion, and his appreciation of her. She was grateful to him for making her feel like a real woman again.

After slowly dressing, making themselves presentable, they sat in his car in each other's arms, in silence, each thinking his own thoughts. They listened to rain drip from overhead tree branches on his car watching it trickle down the windshield, both perfectly content and at ease with the silence, and with each other.

Eventually, he drove her back to her car, drawing her into his arms; they kissed tenderly and sweetly, and then parted again for the night.



Sandy’s Computer Ch. 04



On the Second day of Ian's visit, Sandy was not able to meet for lunch so they met again at 9:30 PM that evening. Ian was there waiting in Home Depot Shopping center parking lot. Sandy pulled her car up parallel to his, parked, setting her alarm, opened her door, locked her car, ready to walk to Ian's car. 

As Sandy turned toward Ian's car, he was already out of his car reaching out his hand to escort her to passenger side of his car. She was delighted to see his face under parking lot lights. He was so handsome to her. She was so attractive to him.

Ian opened his passenger door holding it for Sandy. Sandy quickly slid in, exposing her beautiful legs. She wore a short skirt with pantyhose. As he looked at her, she turned toward him, and then he leaned over to kiss her. Moments passed with an endless kiss. 

Sandy said, "Ian lets go'

Closing the door, Ian turned back to driver side, opened his door, slid in and they drove off into night together to his Room. 

Grayson Manor was a quaint 1890s refurbished with modern plumbing, electrical, and heating systems. It was set high on a hill with a winding drive and side parking. Its décor was 1890s with furniture from same period. Many people who came dressed in 1890s style, perhaps as a fetish, but none the less all paying homage to this great noble Inn.

Grayson Manor was complimented in warm colors, shades of 1890 style décor, and warm low lighting.

After entering his spacious room, removing their jackets, they faced each other. With eyes locked, he slowly walked to her. "Sandy, do you know how beautiful you are?" he said. 

Looking into his handsome face she smiled simply saying, "Thank you."

He embraced her and putting his forefinger under her chin, gently tilted her lips to his and kissed her like she had never been kissed before, with deep love. His kisses were passionate. She couldn't get enough of his lips making love to hers. 

Slowly without moving his lips from hers, he walked her backward to their bed. Gently sitting her down lying in each other's arms, their lips were not parting. She loved feeling of his body next to hers. Warm gentle passion took over both of their wills.

Fully clothed and still kissing her, he placed his hand between her legs, cupping her vagina, giving Sandy comfort. She could feel heat rising, naturally parting her legs wide for his access. 

His erotic breathing became shallow, his pulse rapid, and his face flushed. His hand moved to her pullover top and lifting it over her head, carefully removed it. She felt Ian's hand on her bare back, then with one smooth movement, unfastened her ivory satin bra and freeing her warm breasts from their restraints. 

He gazed at them, touching them softly, as if they would break. "Your breasts are lovely," he said. "Perfect, Just perfect." 

Lowering his head and ever so softly, he kissed each nipple, before licking them then gently sucking, first one nipple then the other in a cyclic rhythm.

She drew in her breath as his lips touched her sensitive nipples. He began to latch then suck taking gentle nibbles, at first one breast, then her other. Exquisite sensations shot down from her sensitive breasts to her more sensitive vagina

Sandy felt herself becoming wet, very wet. She reached for Ian's penis, but he pulled away before she touched him. 

He stood at side of their queen sized bed taking rest of her clothes off. First shoes, short skirt, nylon panty hose, finally her white ivory satin panties. 

She lay before him exposed naked, her legs spread wide. He looked at her feminine curvaceous body, looking into her eyes. Sandy was looking back at him. He began to remove his clothes, his shoes, socks; his hands went to his belt buckle.

"Wait," Sandy said. "Let me." 

Standing up and walking toward him, she took his hands off of his belt unbuckling loosing it. She unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly, pulled his shirt out of his jeans, and unbuttoned his shirt, removing it from his shoulders and arms, letting it drop to floor below. 

She kissed his broad chest while her hands roamed his muscular arms.

"Do you like this?" Sandy asked.

"Are you kidding?" Ian answered

Sandy continued to respond; "Mmmmmm, I do too."

Her lips kissed his stomach then lower down to top of his pants; He stood ridged with his hands on her shoulders. His eyes remained closed. He felt her pull his pants and black satin thong down his legs to the floor, where he stepped out of them kicking them aside.

They stood before one another, each naked, enjoying sight of each other.

She looked at his penis and smiled. He was hard, long, and thick. Still looking at his penis smiling knowingly, Sandy said, "Tell me what you want me to do."

Ian responded; "I want you to touch my penis. Take it in your hand, squeeze slowly, and then milk me"

Moving toward him, she took it firmly into her soft hand, and then looking up at him Sandy said, "Like this?"

Ian felt her hand upon him stroking slowly then responded with; "Oh yeah, Just like that." 

Ian stood tall, closed his eyes, tilted his head back and groaned. In the next moment, he felt her other hand cupping his balls. Ian gasped at her touch.

She loved his reaction. His penis was hard. She licked his penis head stuck her tongue on his tip to taste his precum, before wrapping her lips around him slowing sucking him. 

His legs grew weak. What she was doing was driving him insane. 

"Stop," Ian said, as he grabbed a handful of her hair, lifting her head and her mouth off of him. 

Ian continued; "I don't know if I can control myself if you keep that up." 

He led her back to the bed; they lay together skin to skin, with no air between, in passionate embraces. When he covered her breasts with his hands she whimpered, when he lowered his head to latch then suckle, she whimpered. His mouth drawing her nipples, sent rivers of sensation coursing through her. Sandy was in heaven. 

She ran her hands over his back and arms, feeling his rippling muscles. Ian felt her wet with desire. 

Sandy opened herself like a flower facing the morning sun, and into him spreading her legs. Ian placed his hand over her vagina, dipping his fingers into her depths, opening up a private protected place that for so long had been neglected.

She was deeply enjoyed sensations Ian was giving her. He needed her responsiveness as an act of affirmation.

He finger fucked her, first with one finger, then two fingers, at same time nibbling her nipples. Her hips were moving up and down. Removing his fingers and finding her hard little nub, caressing and massaging it, then he moved to her 'G' Spot.

Her hands that had been lying across her stomach suddenly fell to either side and grabbed a handful of bed clothes in her fists. "

Oh! Oh!" she moaned. "Oh yes." 

Ian instructed her; "Spread your legs wide. Pull your knees up and drop them to the side. I'm going to drink from you now." Sandy complied. 

He gazed at her smoothly shaved pussy. So pretty he thought, so pretty. 

Putting his hands under her hips, he pulled her to bed edge kneeling on floor before her. Ian lifted her legs over his shoulders.

Lowering his head he opened her vaginal lips. Ian licked her vaginal slit from bottom to top and back down several times repeatedly, before flicking her clit with his tongue back then forth. Ian was relentless, with precision, he manipulated her hard and sensitive clit with his tongue, first tight circles, growing smaller and smaller, until finally his teeth gently held her clit, slowly teasing it. Sandy felt her clit harden, and rise above her hood. 

Ian watched her clit enlarge, protruding from her hood protection, glistening with moistness. He sucked each droplet. 

She couldn't lay still. Her mind and body had entered another world. Her hips were moving up and down on their own accord. Just when she thought she couldn't stand it a second longer, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked it. Sucked it so hard she thought he would suck it clear off of her body. 

He could hardly hold on to her clit, she was bucking so hard. Ian felt Sandy's hands holding his head he knew it wouldn't be long. She held his head pressing it hard into her vagina.

She began to feel that wonderful sensation just before waves of her explosion. A feeling of being suspended in an ever rising state of glorious sensation waves beginning at her toes, rising upward then settling in her vagina. Sandy had orgasmic sensations so intense that they are almost painful.

Sandy reached a point of no return; she catapulted over an edge of intense feeling. Still holding his head firmly into her vagina, she exploded, releasing herself into an out of body experience. Wave after wave shook her body as she cried out loudly with wonder of it. Sandy ejaculated into his mouth her wetness, which he drank. Gradually she subsided into an almost peaceful and restful state of calm.

He lay down next to her and held her close so gently, so tenderly, as she enjoyed every delicious spasm which continued deep within her.

When she came down from her climax, he told her that he had never been with a woman who cried that loud when she climaxed. At first it had frightened him at first, thinking he had hurt her. She assured him that he had not hurt her, that he had made her feel so good she couldn't contain her pleasure. He told her that he loved Sandy's responsiveness. 

She held his penis in her hand while they talked; she saw evidence of Ian's excitement. As he lay on his back, she lowered her head to place a kiss on the head of his penis, and then dipped her tongue into his tip tasting him. 

He grew harder as she licked his penis, and slowly began to draw circles around the head with her moist tongue, kissing and making love to it with her mouth. She was learning to lap him with her tongue, while massaging his balls with her fingers.

He groaned and began to thrust his hips while she sucked his cock gently wrapping her lips around him, drawing from root to tip. He sucked in his breath as she gave him same careful attention to his tightening scrotum, licking and sucking each ball gently. Going back to his penis, she began sucking in earnest, fast, slow, then harder and faster. 

Suddenly and urgently, he laid her on her back entering her wet vagina as she guided him inside her. His thick penis was so big it pushed against her cervix. Each thrust of his hips, his hard body against her softness felt wonderful. She felt responsive and like a woman again. 

They moved in unison, moving in cyclic rhythm, feeling every sensation of skin against skin, with no air between; they were fucking, gloriously fucking. Ohhh fucking is so good. Their room filled with sounds of flesh upon flesh, quick and shallow, breathing, hearts pounding, lifted them to newer heights. 

She's so tight, he thought, so tight. He felt his balls tighten up and as began slapping against her vagina. Fucking each other, Ian felt his orgasm building, his balls tightened. 

Then Ian said loudly; "Sandy, I'm cumming, cumming."

She felt warm semen shooting flooding inside her, as inner muscles involuntarily squeezed his penis.

Ian orgasmed, Sandy orgasmed, her vagina sucking him dry. Both briefly left this worldly place, this room, entering a far, far away place, each having an out of body experience. Then both began to subside, coming back into reality. He collapsed aside her and they lay together, gasping for breath, coming down from paradise. 

When they recovered, after talking, she turned on her side with her back to him, and placed his arms around herself. They were coupled, spooning in union as one.

She loved the feeling of his body nestled against hers, so warm and comforting. He rubbed her curves and buttocks while she stretched like kitten. Suddenly his hand probed her depths, and surprising her, he entered her again from behind. 

He filled her. Sandy was instantly moving with him. She gave him better access by kneeling while he thrust deeply inside of her. 

Over come with desire, Sandy cried out to him. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." 

He did. They climaxed almost together. Both lay in each other's arms once again.

Much to the surprise of both, they made love one more time before they had to leave. They were good together. They were in union together as one. 

After dressing, she went into his arms. Both kissed passionately. Heat began to rise again. Reluctantly, he held her at arm's length.

Sandy whispered, "I don't want to go, but I have to."

"I know," Ian said, "you have to go."

One last embrace and they separated, each flushed with renewed desire. 

They left their room at Grayson Manor saying their good-byes with a kiss, a hug, and a smile.

Sandy returned home finding an email message from him, telling her how much he had enjoyed their love, how wonderful she was, and how he had forgotten what it was like to be with a loving woman. 

Ian told Sandy how much he looked forward to chatting with her, and continuing on. She was so happy to read of his enjoying her pleasure then she smiled



Sandy’s Computer Ch. 05



Ian lay on the bed with Sandy's sensual scent wafting through his room, briefly he fell asleep into a deep dream, as he dreamed, this is the vision he felt.

Sandy's Ivory Satin 

Softly lit with low yellow light,
Barely making visible her image,
Outside her window I stood and watched,
Eroticism skillfully played out before my hungry eyes,
Her face was different,
She was crying,
I could not tell,
Was she said or was she happy,

She was lying across her bed,
Her head toward foot,
Her tanned skin bare upon crisp white linen,
At first she was very still,
As if her mind was far away,
I watched and I waited so intrigued,
She wiped tears from her face,

Dressed in Ivory Satin,
Slowly she raised graceful legs,
Placing them on a large wood headboard,
She lifted her body off her bed,
Positioning pillows carefully beneath her hips,
I watched her hands cup her breasts,
Her legs slowly parted,

This window became my screen to this beautiful play,
My own need stirring at this site,
Envisioning her hands as mine,
Her bed holding us both,
I held my breath as she drew her hand slowly,
Across her abdomen,
My other still on her breast,
I could see her stomach,
Moving with increasingly deep breathes,

It was almost as if she could hear me,
I in my silence whispered to her,
Longing to be one to touch her,
I saw her body begin to shift about,
Her head began to move from side to side,

It was when I saw her hand move slowly down,
That I felt as if I had kissed her,
And tasted where she touched,
Her hands seemed to explore so gracefully,
Her hips would slightly rise and lower again,

Her feet spread wider,
Braced against wood,
Her hand moved a little faster,
Hypnotic circles pressed against her with tiny fingers,
Her body curving as if floating on waves,
I could hear soft sounds,
To faint to understand,
Covered by the pounding of my heart,

Her legs now lifted,
her knees drawn back,
She became totally entranced in her pleasure,
As I was in mine,
Her beauty opened now revealed,
As her hands danced expertly,
Commanding perfect timing,
Her voice musical,
Now where I could hear,
Notes pleasurable,
Stimulating to my ears,

Unfolded before me a vision,
On the other side of a window,
Her body stretched before my eyes,
A hint of moisture upon her skin,
Illuminated by moon glow,
Her head turned facing me,
Her eyes are closed,
I watch her face,
Release has blessed her body,

A reflection seen in the glass,
Of one who had just held her,
Brushing kisses across her lips,
Who's hands had found her warmth,
Was seen ,

Reflection I saw was me, 
Longing for her now, 
Standing, 
Wanting,
Needing,
Replaying visions seen,
Standing,
Outside her window,
I wonder with her eyes closed,
Does she see me?
Can she feel me?
Sandy his mistress

Sandy and Ian continued to meet several times both filling voids within each. They were a matched pair, so rare in this civilization. The day was chilly feeling like a first sign of a winter which would be coming in a few weeks. Summer was definitely over. 

Big sky black clouds flowed quickly overhead as northern cold front approached; dark clouds were rambling like a river steam bead suspended precariously above her head. Sandy looked up at the heavily laden pillows of gray. She felt wet fluffy flakes of snow as they landed on her upturned face melting on her cold nose. 

Flakes typical of being between summer and winter, these were first flakes of a new season. She was one of those people who loved gray stormy action days. These days felt dark to her. She wanted today to be a cozy one. A fireplace with warm hearth would do along with a drink.

Sandy was worried earlier that promise of snow might delay Ian's flight but this weather just teased her with a threat of an autumn storm. Only now, flakes kissing her face were first sign of snow. 

Ian's plane was about to land, so her fears diminished, she felt revived as clock tower hands were almost at time of his scheduled landing.

Sandy looked deliciously attractive in her tightly fitted blue-jeans, waist length light blue suede leather jacket, and low cut styled boots. She wore her jacket open, showing her tight rear end enjoying men peeking as she walks past. Sandy was shy, but did enjoy attention of being looked at.

She was resting in a backward lean against air terminal railing watching security people to her right check passengers outbound, while on her left inbound passengers were arriving passing from 'airside' to 'curbside'.

Sandy had her arms and ankles crossed maintaining a restful lean. Railing pressure against her back felt good. She wondered if Ian would give her a long slow massage, then visualized him with his hands slowly massaging warm oil into her skin. 

She lived with her husband near a town with an airport. Airport was across the river, where state line was the river. Once across river airport was up a large hill out interstate about 30 miles from her home.

She had been seeing Ian for several months as opportunities presented themselves. This was her second marriage, and only her third man in her life. 

She had agreed to become Ian's mistress. They talked about this day since their early internet chats, now their day was here. This special relationship filled a void in both their lives. They both wanted a long term relationship with special significance. Often they thought of themselves together in an indelible bond in union as one. This weekend meeting was going to be more meaningful than previous weekend meetings. This time they decided to formalize their arrangement with vows of loyalty.

Passengers pass by to ride an escalator down to baggage claim. Sandy's heart was beating a quickened pace as terminal clock hands reached Ian's scheduled arrival time. Arrival monitors in front of her were updating every minute. She was focused on Ian's flight number, scheduled arrival time, and flight status, which read 'on time'. It seemed as she blinked, when suddenly Ian's flight status changed from 'on time' to 'arrived'. 

Nervous, heck no, although to look at her, no one suspected how nervous she was; she looked so calm, collected and beautiful. 

Sandy watched many people leaving, a young girl maybe eighteen years old or so, hugging two people who must have been her parents. They reluctantly let go, "dad" picked up her case as they walked quickly to escalator. 

In distance she saw an outline of a tall handsome man. Sandy's heart sped up a bit more, wondering if that could be him; but a blonde in a long black coat came through door behind him. He turned to her as she took his arm racing past her. 

A family came out next. A little girl was crying while her mother dropped smaller of bags stopping to talk to her. A father was holding a little boy in his arms lugging a suitcase in his other hand. This small group blocked Sandy's doorway view so she did not see Ian standing there in front of her this family moved past through security down airport walkway.

As they passed away, she looked up, there he was, Ian. Ian suddenly appeared before her, just standing there looking around, before venturing forward. 

Ian did not know where she might be. As the crowd passed opening up a vision path to her, finally he saw her. They looked into each other's eyes from a distance with a smile of recognition. She had come to know his voice style and longed to hear his voice. 

They had been sending snapshots of each other online. No online photo did each other justice when time came for them to meet again face to face. 

Sandy was shocked at herself at how shy she felt meeting him. They had been intimate before, they had chat-line or phone medium and had face to face follow up meetings. He took long, purposeful strides. He was standing tall before her. Sandy blushed at rush of feelings coursing through her body.

He put down his suitcase at her feet she said; "Hello, Ian" 

Ian had her in his arms kissing her. Ian whispered in her ear "Sandy, "You are even more beautiful than imagined. I have missed you."

Sandy responded, "Oh honey, I have missed you too"

In years to come, when Sandy remembers this moment as an older lady sitting in her rocking chair, she will pleasurably recollect that his first words from his mouth today were; "You are even more beautiful than imagined." 

He had said that to here each time they met.

Sandy smiled turned to a nervous giggle, not sure what she should say. She ended up, just saying, "Thank you, Ian."

Sandy wanted to be beautiful for him. She was beautiful.

When he finally released her from his arms he put out his hand for her car keys. Handing them to him, she followed him to trunk where he stowed his suitcase. He passed her back her keys holding her hand tight not letting go. Ian just looked into her beautiful eyes smiling. Sandy smiled back at him and waited for him to let go of her hand.

Behind the wheel of the car, Sandy buckled up before she turned ignition key. 

Nervously, she put the transmission into reverse backing up then into drive, slowly pulled out of parking garage, paying her parking ticket, she drove out into traffic.

Sandy was very aware that Ian was still staring at her. Soft music was playing in background from her car radio but neither of them listened. 

Ian spoke; "I am so glad we are together again. I am so glad you agreed to let me come. I have dreamed of this day for weeks now. Are you happy? Because I am" 

Turning her eyes from road for brief second, she looked at Ian and seriously answered him; "Yes, Ian, I am very happy you are here." 

Their hotel was not that far from airport. Sandy pulled into the parking lot of a very elegant downtown hotel, most fancy hotel in town. A valet took their car, handing Sandy a parking ticket. Walking into a large lobby, they went to registration desk together.

Sandy stood next to Ian as he signed for their room. Between register signing and waiting for clerk to do whatever it is clerks do, Ian leaned forward kissed her on her neck again. Hotel clerk took his credit card prudently carrying on with her work, pretending not to see. She must have known they were lovers but discreetly said nothing. This behavior was surely common for hotel clerks to see. 

Once the paperwork was in order, Clerk handed him two plastic electronic pass keys in an envelope with their room number on its front. Over to elevator bank Ian pressed UP, doors opened, they stepped in, pressed PH for penthouse, and went up to the top floor where privacy awaited their arrival. 

Ian leaned over for a kiss as elevator doors closed. Before they reached penthouse floor, their elevator stopped, doors opened to admit another couple. Sandy jumped guiltily nervously lowering her eyes. Sandy saw a small smile on lips of man as he covered his mouth to cough. Couple went up two more floors they got off and left Sandy and Ian to carry on alone. 

At their floor, doors opening, they step out into a plush lobby. Treading softly on plush carpet they looked at the brass signs with arrowed room numbers. They followed one that led them down hotel corridor and to their room. Ian inserted electronic card key, a small green light lit up and door unlocked.



Sandy’s Computer Ch. 06



Entering, safely inside, finally alone, their room door closed on its own with a noticeable click. Ian dropped his bag, walking over to turn on a lamp. Their room was bathed in soft light. Facing them was a king sized bed with night tables on either side. Big curving windows overlooked the small city, heavy curtains were open. Their bed was turned down reveling soft cream colored sheers.

Sandy walked over to their windows to view out across the city. It was her town. Big fluffy snowflakes were falling past the window, going down landing on pavement, on a then darkening street below melting. Streetlights were starting to light up on as dark overcast sky slowly gave way to nightfall. Even rows of lamps on either side of street lighted the way for pedestrians and motorists alike. Street lights and neon lights reflected on wet streets shadows.

Silently Ian came up behind her placing his hands gently on her shoulders gently kissing her neck. His fingers gripped her jacket to slip it from her shoulder. Ian tossed it over with his own jacket on one of two matching chairs. Sandy kept looking out their window. She felt Ian's lips touch her neck from behind. Little hairs on the back of her neck prickled from tickle of his breath even before his lips caressed her. 

She felt little goose-bumps on her arms beneath her soft blue blouse. Ian stood closer to her; so close she could feel his warm body heat. His hands slipped to her hips holding her tight to him. Ian's tongue traced a little path up her neck to her earlobes. He sucked each one into his mouth; first her right lobe and then the left.

Sandy twisted then turned from marvelous romantic city view stepping into his arms. Tightly and securely they kissed tenderly. 

Ian had a bottle of chilled Champagne ready with two glasses to take edge off of night. He uncorking the bottle, he poured a bit in one glass, tasted it, and then filled both glasses, handing one to Sandy.

Raising his glass, he toasted Sandy, saying "Sandy we are here to make a vow of loyalty to each other, for now you are to become my mistress."

Sandy made a toast to Ian; "To you I say, we will grow old together and this will always be with us, these special feelings we share and enjoy. This is to and for our future."

With that toast they each had two more glasses, talking about their feelings, easing into the feeling of once again being together. Both Sandy and Ian began to feel a bit loose. 

Both felt the looseness from alcohol beginning to react with their moment. Both wanted to touch, both needed to touch, to feel, to kiss, to lick, to suck, to taste, in a communion only shared between lovers.

Ian, impatient now, slid his hands over her breasts feeling soft mounds beneath her blouse. Her nipples quickly puckered. He could feel her nipples pushing out through her bra and blouse.

Sandy's breasts were swollen. He liked feeling her in his arms. She whispered his pleasure in his ear; "Oh Ian, baby". 

He responded with gently tossing her head back baring a column of white throat for him caress with a long kiss. His hands reached for her blouse buttons, which he slowly unbuttoned. A few strands of her hair fell across her face in excitement, allowing pieces of silky hair to frame her pretty face. 

Ian pushed her hair back from him by lightly placing his hands on her shoulders. Sandy's body was bathed in soft room light she looked luscious to him. He saw a pretty face with eyes glazed in passion; hair coming free to fall on her white soft shoulders. 

Her swollen breast nipples made small circles poking through white bra lace. A little clasp in front between her breasts was waiting to be opened. Her tummy was slightly visible where the button of her tight jeans was still closed.

She is beautiful. Ian tells her again as he sits her on bed edge. Ian kneeling down lifts one of her legs, then tugs her boot slowly, following with the other foot. He feels her panty hose that she had described to him while chatting talking on internet when he would ask her what she was wearing. His hand was holding her ankle high removing her boot. 

Coming forward, his fingers reach for her bra clasp. In seconds he unclasps her bra opening her bra, exposing her rounded breasts to his view and touch. His fingers reach gripping her nipples lightly between his thumb and forefinger. Sandy closes her eyes gasping in delight with his touch.

Ian asks her to stand up. She stands with his hand caressing gently between her legs. Through her pantyhose and thick jeans she can feel his touch, Ian can tell from a feel beneath his hand, that she is already moist, ready for him.

They have made love over three short weekends in evening hours after her husband had gone to work on Friday night, then again on Saturday. They had made love many times in their minds but this will really be their first long weekend from Friday night to Tuesday morning. Ian wanted to savor every feel, touch, and whisper from her lips. He wanted to commit it all to his memory. During long lonely times apart Ian could return to this moment in his mind helping him until they can see each other again. 

His fingers unbuttoned her jeans, sliding zipper down so slowly to make her excitement last. She trembles in anticipation. Ian placed his thumbs into her waist band lowering her jeans kneeling again to remove them down her legs taking them from her feet.  

While on his knees, Ian turns his face into her smooth shaved area slightly visible behind her Panty hose and white bikini panties. He buries his head closer, smelling her sensual scent, an aroma of a woman ready. Sandy places her hands into hair at back of his head pressing him in close to her, whispering his name softly. 

Sandy whispers; "Ohhh Ian'

She is deeply aroused at feel of his warm breath through her fabric on a most tender spot of her body. She can feel her moistness begin to ooze between her vaginal slit.

He pulls away to look up at her. When he let her loose, Sandy twisted then turned to climb onto their bed on her hands and knees, presenting Ian with wondrous view of her soft bottom. With each crawl, his eyes caught a glimpse of little strip of material deeply imbedded in split of her peachy bottom. 

Sandy heard him gasp and she smiled knowing what affect this view must be having on him. 

She turned onto her back, resting her head on big fluffy pillows and waited. 

Sandy did not have to wait long, Ian stripped off his own clothes, not wanting to waste even a second out of her arms. Now naked and in few view of Sandy, she looked at his nakedness, with desire filling her as she gazed on his image before him.

Crawling naked up passed her feet, to opened thighs, he knelt between her legs slipping two fingers through a wet strip of her panties; a part that is barely covering her crotch and in one swift movement, Sandy feels tug of her panty hose being removed. Sandy hears those being removed in their otherwise silent room. Ian reaches for her panties waist band, gently moving them down her legs. Now exposed Sandy feels cool room air caressing her wetness. His sultry eyes are fixed on her, as she locks into him, pooling her eyes with his. 

Ian buries his face into her crotch, kissing her vaginal lips, licking between them, then circling her clit with his tongue, making tighter and tighter circles. Sandy trembles as she feels his tongue lap her sweet nectar. His tongue slides from between her vaginal lips, up her opening, deep inside her in one swift motion, out and up to pressing on her swollen clit. Her hips rise of their bed to meet his mouth to better enjoy his delicious sucking. 

Her head rolls from side to side, calling out his name, begging him to stop. Sandy says; "Ohhh Ian please stop, stop, I can't endure this torture of pleasure, I want you inside me."

At same time Sandy begs him not to stop, almost in same breath; "Ohhh Ian don't stop, do NOT stop, keep going, faster please, now slower, yes, yes, yes, more there, Ahhhhh that is the spot, Ohhh Ian"

Ian lowers his warm moist lips to continue lapping, enjoying each feel and taste of her vaginal lips vibrating in his mouth as his tongue darts in then out teasing her repeatedly.

Ian is aware that Sandy is about to reach her first orgasm. A flood of moisture fills his mouth. Ian drinks from her. Sandy echoes sounds of pleasure from deep within she twitches, as sounds of his pleasure mingle with hers.

Ian licks every drop of her sweet nectar, continuing his climb up over her body. 

His lips wash up her body, from vagina to her mouth lips, then kissing her deeply, his tongue delving into her warm mouth allowing her to taste herself from it. She sucks greedily from his tongue enjoying sensual eroticism of tasting her own juices.

His erection pokes her thigh reminding her there is still more to come. Ian raised himself from her body slightly; breathing in her ear he whispers her name; "Sandy"

Ian continues on; "Touch me, Sandy. Hold me, grip me and squeeze my hardness in your hand. Milk me, take my penis and squeeze, and feel I want to slide deep inside you, exploring you inside, until you scream my name loudly." 

Tentatively, Sandy places her hand around his smooth, warm penis griping him tightly. She loved hearing him moan softly in her ears as she gripped him tighter before caressing him up and down, feeling precum dampness beginning to moisten his cockhead slit.

Ian felt her extraordinary pleasure, holding an edge he held it back. He was not about to ruin this night like a teenager in car backseat. 

Ian gritted his teeth whispering in her ear, "Sandy, Sandy, Sandy." 

Sandy can hear the crispiness of his voice knowing he is fast approaching an orgasmic crisis. 

Ian breathlessly says; "Put me inside you, Sandy. I want it to be your hand that places me inside, showing me you want this as much as I do." 

Sandy wasted no time. She placed moist tip of Ian's cock into her flood of wetness that had prepared her sheath. Her vagina opened sucking him deeply within gripping him, holding him tightly, like an expensive leather glove grips your hand. 

Both Sandy and Ian were shocked by impact of this encounter. They both sucked in air as he slid deeper and deeper inside her.

Ian filled her completely, Sandy gasped, saying "Ohhh Ian"

Grabbing the bottom part of Sandy's thighs, he lifted them opening her up even more; giving him a place to grip so he could push inside her fast then slow and faster. 

Sandy begged; "Harder, Ian, harder. Fuck me baby, Fuck me, feel my pussy pull you inside, feel me baby feel my wetness for you"

Ian needed no further encouragement. On his knees looking down at her face screwed up tight. Ian pictured it would this way in their passion, her breasts bouncing from every push, her thighs up against her chest, he pushed. 

No, Ian rammed. He rammed and rammed looking down between her legs. His balls were slapping loudly against her vaginal lips. Sandy felt his balls against her sensitive shaved skin, nothing ever felt like this before. 

Ian looked at Sandy and saw that her flood of wetness caused her vaginal lips to glisten in soft light. This more than he could stand. 

Ian suddenly said; "Sandy I am cumming, cumming, cumming Sandy"

This is what pushed him over an edge right along with her. Moans and sighs from her delightful mouth, breathlessly slipping unknowingly from her lips. He rammed and yelled aloud himself as he felt the first spurt of his semen explode from his balls up his shaft pulsing deep inside her. 

He kept pumping and pumping as he felt another then another come from his body to mingle in hers. An unrecognizable sound escaped from his lips as last bit of cum was milked from his body by her vagina sucking his cock holding him within her.

He let go of her thighs and collapsing next to her. She rolled to her side and snuggled deep into his arms. He lifted her up placing hands on either side of her face to kiss her. When he did, he tasted the salty wetness of tears.

Alarmed he asked her, "Sweetheart, what is wrong? Tell me, did I hurt you?" 

So quietly she whispered that Ian had to strain to hear her words.

Sandy said; "No, Ian, you did not hurt me. I was just so surprised that this could be even better than I had dreamed it could be. I have thought of this day for so long, I had no idea it would be so wonderful." 

With that, Ian whispered her name softly into her ear as he tucked her in closely to him.

Ian said; "My precious Sandy, we are far from finished. There is to be more, honey, much more. Now, rest. You are going to need it."



Sandy’s Computer Ch. 07



Finally Friday was here! The week had gone by so slowly. Out in chill of brisk autumn air, surrounded by rustling leaves on ground, afternoon sun was low in early evening sky casting long shadows. Sandy drew her coat close around her as she hurried to her car. Damn, why did it have to be so cold and rainy this weekend?? 

This was to be their time. It was weekend of their 6 year marriage anniversary. She hated to admit it, but things had been in such a rut lately. Her marriage lovemaking definitely lacked fiery passion she had once desired, known, and enjoyed. 

Sandy had become Ian's Mistress hopefully this arrangement would put back some of spark that had been missing in her life. 

Sandy was planning on meeting Ian for this weekend. All would be set after picking one more thing on her way to a lakeside weekend cottage, where she was to meet Ian.

She stepped out of her car and went inside her custom clothing shop. This was part of her surprise for Ian. She seldom wore sexy lingerie, even though she knew how much he loved it. She was just so damn self conscious in this type of clothing. 

Since this was to be their special weekend, she wanted everything to be just perfect, with all of his favorite things. She walked up to shop counter asking for items she had put on special order two weeks before. 

Sandy thought about what she had chosen while store clerk walked into backroom storage area to retrieve them. She had picked out two white ivory satin lace short teddies, a white ivory see through negligee, white see through body suit, and white ivory lacey high hip briefs. 

Sandy knew Ian would be warmly excited when he saw these on her. She knew him so well. Sandy paid balance on her package then quickly hurried out the door. She tried not to giggle out loud thinking of wearing these sexy things on her voluptuous body. 

Sandy had always considered herself entirely too mature to wear lingerie, but she had to admit thinking of wearing them for Ian really excited her. She thought of their weekend together and all her plans made while driving heading toward her lakeside cottage called Eagle Nest Cottage. Ian picked it out, and had given her an advance to secure the cottage for their weekend.

Sandy arrived at cottage early, set up housekeeping, flowers, candles, hearth fire, chilled champagne (helps take off an edge), light dinner prepared, and last minute fix ups. 

Ian drove up listening to gravel crunch beneath car tires. Ian parked his car. An Eagle shaped sign in front marked lakeside cottage address. As he stepped out of his car, cottage seemed eerily quiet and dark. Ian inserted his key, opening latch, walked through door into cottage. He slowly looked around an unfamiliar living area that now seemed oddly erotic. 

Hearth had a few glowing red ember logs crackling behind fire screen. Only other light was that of several vanilla lavender scented candles placed around room. 

Candle flames danced reflections on walls while a soft breeze was made by a ceiling paddle fan turning slowly in room center. Ian thought Sandy had really gone all out. He stopped to bend down to smell a candle that was burning on table beside a large soft leather reclining chair. This candle scent smelled like her. A seductive scent of her perfume rose to meet him. Beside the candle was a note from Sandy. He recognized her handwriting immediately. Slowly he unfolded her note reading it slowly.

(Sandy's note) "Honey, I have a surprise for you, one that I'm sure you will find very much to your liking. I've been thinking of you all day, I can't wait to feel you inside me. I have a nice hot shower waiting for you. When you finish come back in here, I have many other surprises in store for you tonight." Love Sandy

Ian reached down and ran his hand across his aroused Penis. Sandy's note was filled with promises of erotic surprises. He loved Sandy's erotic sensual enthusiasms, but it had been much too long since they had last played. There never seemed to even be enough time together for them, much less any time for fantasy and the sensuality they both enjoyed together so much. 

He slowly walked into a rich marbled steamy bathroom, where true to her note there was a hot shower waiting for him. He peeled off his clothes neatly stacking them on a marble bench, then opened shower door, stepping into warm shower. Warm hot water ran over his hair, down his head, back, and chest. The shower felt good, comforting, and sensual. 

He let his mind drift to visual thoughts of Sandy and her body. They fit perfectly skin to skin. He loved the way she felt to his touch. She felt so soft and smooth. Her large heavy breasts bounced when she rode on him. He loved cupping her breasts when his penis was inside her vagina. He imagined his hands on her ass. She was so soft everywhere. Ian loved her softness. He especially loved to lick her soft tummy that she always complained was 'too big'. Her tummy was perfect for him. 

Her body was delicious. He loved her taste during extended foreplay as sucked vaginal lips, moving his tongue up and down her vaginal slit, slow then fast, back slow, again. Ian loved licking, tasting, and sucking over and over then again and again, and once more. He loved drinking from between her legs, then swallowing all of her, not wasting a drop.

Ian enjoyed Sandy's responsiveness as it affirmed him, giving him deep confidence that she was in midst of satisfaction. He would build her up to orgasm, hold the edge, sometimes pushing her over the top, and sometimes letting her subside, she was not able to anticipate his moves, which left her in throes of arousal for hours, as he orally stimulated her succulent warm moist vaginal.

She was everything he had wanted. He had been able to feel Sandy's passion for him burning in her eyes from the time they first spoke on line then confirmed when they first met in person. Sandy allowed her to release with total and complete abandonment. She showed him her enjoyment when they made love. Thinking back to times when their passion so intense it nearly consumed them, he reached down and brushed his hand over his aroused Penis, feeling want for Sandy. Thoughts of their lovemaking made him hungry for her. 

Knowing she was hungry, wanting and waiting for him made him quicken his pace to finish showering. He turned water off, stepped out of his shower, reached for a large black fluffy bath towel. He quickly dried himself. Looking in mirror Ian took some Ralph Lauren Cologne splash then slipped into a fresh black satin thong. Ian's full balls filled out his form fitting thong.

Ian looked into the mirror; "Not too bad", he thought. 

His body was hard and tanned from working outside; the black satin thong clung to his damp form. He ran a hand casually through his hair dry brushing it with a towel. Turning from the mirror, turning off the light, he walked back into living area.

Next to his chair was a glass of red merlot from California's Napa Valley. Picking it up, he raised his glass, then whispered "here's to Sandy the Beautiful'. 

Ian slowly sipped as he lowered himself into soft leather reclining chair. Ian's eyes scanned a dimly lit room, wondering what was next. His eyes found her in darkness, standing silently, statuesque, in white, like a virgin bride on her wedding night waiting for him. 

He sat up on edge of his seat as Sandy stepped into dim light. His heart skipped a beat. God, she was gorgeous! She stood before him in a white lace see through negligee which was just below her crotch, nothing else was underneath.

Ian's eyes slowly drifted down her beautiful body. She was bathed in dappled soft reflections of dancing candlelight. Light streaks undulated through her negligee across Sandy's skin in dancing shadows. Her creamy, white breasts spilled out a deep V plunging to her gown waistline.

Looking intently at him, she turned herself around in a complete circle. He took a long deep look as his mind captured thin time slices of his vision to her. He had a good long look as she slowly turned for him. 

Ian could feel her passion burning inside him. Sandy walked slowly over to him, with a finger touch to his neck, began to slowly kiss him with her passion. He pulled her onto his lap. Reaching under her see through, he ran his hand over her thigh, then up into her crotch, then withdrawing down around her legs massaging them softly as he touched her ankles. 

She whispered his name softly as he felt her moist silky skin against his hand. His lips kissed her neck lightly. Ian slowly let his lips glide down her V of her gown placing light kisses on her exposed nippled wanting breasts. Sandy wanted to be latched, suckled, and nursed.

She arched her back as he kissed his way down to her waist. He slowly slipped his hand inside her gown touching her taut nipples. Ian brushed against her nippled hardness lightly causing Sandy to gasp with deep long desired hungered pleasure. 

Her soft lips found his again. Teasing them, she traced outline of his lips with her tongue. Sandy was feeling him, tasting him, and loving him with her mouth. Her hands explored his shoulders, his back, and his chest. Lightly she raked her nails over his skin. 

Sandy could feel his penis hard beneath her. She could feel pounding of his heart as she slid her hand across his chest. 

His mouth left hers seeking out her swollen breasts, tenderly he took her nipple into his mouth latched starting to suck slowly. His hand slid under her gown up inside of her thigh. Sandy spread her legs apart for him offering him complete access to her wet vagina. 

She was completely turned on as Ian slid his finger up and down her vaginal lips; lightly touching her clit, teasing her unmercifully, with tight circles round and round, then gently teasing her clit, and back down her vaginal lips, and back to her clit.  

In cycled rhythm, Ian massaged Sandy, feeling her wetness ooze forth, he occasionally took his fingers dipped them between her lips, bringing her taste to his mouth, then back to her lips for more of her sweet nectar taste. Sandy had hungered for his fingers, now she was there, in midst of her dreams in an all consuming fantasy.

Silent whispers of warm pleasure escaped her lips. He kissed her with soft focused gentle passion. Ian felt he would explode as he held the edge of arousal. He needed to be inside her so much, needed to feel her vaginal lips suck his erection inside her, holding him, her wetness washing over him, with her naked body next to his, skin to skin. 

Out of the chair Sandy gently got up taking him in her hand, leading him slowly to their bedroom. 

Sandy reached out to him and slowly slid his black thong over his hips. She stared at his glorious body. His Penis was hard and proud. His face was so full of desire. He stepped out of it never letting his eyes leave hers.

Ian moved in close barely touching her skin, as small electric shocks rippled through their bodies. Slowly he slid his fingers under her gown straps pushing them off her shoulders. Her negligee slid off like a cloud whisking across morning sky, then dropped quickly into a heap on the floor at her feet. He slid his arms around her body pulling her closer. 

Feeling her naked body warmth, he tenderly laid her back on the bed, gazing at her body with focus. She could see Ian's hard, naked body lying next to her own on soft down filled king sized bed. 

A hazy soft glow of a new moon came through their bedroom window, his form so beautiful laying there erotically beside her in darkness. Oh, how she wanted this man, to consume him, feeling him deep inside her. She reached over and began to softly stroke his face, her fingers tracing of his firm jaw outline, eyes, and slowly moving down to his soft, moist lips. 

Hungrily he took her fingers into his mouth to suck ever so gently, teasing them with his tongue. Waves of desire rocked through her while she arched closer to him, her body aching to feel his warm flesh next to her. 

A low whisper escaped her lips as his hand slid across her soft, silky breast. Her nipples instantly hardened with his touch, almost seeming to strain upward to reach his hand. Her lust for him was too great for her to contain much longer. Sandy was human; her lustful desire had overcome her with abandon.

Sandy quickly turned to him and began softly kissing his neck. Her tongue traced its way over his chest. She rubbed his nipples with her thumbs as she kissed lower over his belly. 

Seductively she moved slowly over his body with her mouth. Her nails raked over his body as her mouth found his inner thigh. She feverishly licked and kissed him as she moved in closer to his large full balls and erect penis. 

Taking his erect Penis into her hand, she started to lightly run her tongue along his shaft beginning at his balls, then upward along bottom part of his penis upward to heart shape just under ridge separating head from shaft. 

At this pleasure point she licked him, lapping slowly, then sucked and kissed, she felt Ian's tension build in his penis muscle. Penis skin smoothness caused her body to tingle. Her breathing was shallow, with rapid pulse her face felt flushed. She lustfully looked at this beautiful organ she held his penis in her hand worshipping it. Holding his penis close to her face, she kissed, licked, sucked with adoration, while making love to his Penis. Rubbing it against her cheek she caressed it tenderly. 

Sandy looked into his eyes as she seductively moistened her lips. Sandy firmly planted a kiss squarely on his Penis head. A tiny pearl drop of Precum had collected at slit in his penis, which gave Sandy taste of Sweet French Vanilla. Ian twitched with delight as she took his swollen head into her warm, moist mouth for a taste. Her tongue swirling in a circular motion then up and down caused his Penis to jump with delight. Ian's penis seemed to have a life of its own. 

Her lips slid down to the base, up tightly against his balls, she could feel him deep inside her throat. She started pumping, sliding her tight lips over smooth skin of his throbbing Penis. Up and down, up and down, she pumped his Penis with burning passion. His fingers were entangled in her hair, just resting lightly on the back of her head as she moved up and down on him. She could feel his Penis begin to throb inside her mouth, he was getting close and she knew it. 

She let his Penis slide out of her mouth and into her hand, still stroking him at same pace she had set to rhythm of their bodies. Her eyes lifted to meet his gaze as she opened her vagina sliding his cock into her. She was waiting to catch his seaman inside her vagina. Oh how she loved his taste. She felt his body become rigid as waves of ecstasy cascaded then overtook him. He was on the edge. With his transition from her mouth to her vagina, she began to slowly move her pelvis as she took his penis within her, deeper and deeper. She could feel his cock head against her cervix as his soft head massaged her vagina. She moved fast then slower, sucking his penis inside her, holding it briefly, contracting her vaginal walls onto him, then releasing him, only to pull him back inside her.

She felt herself move to orgasm wanting them to cum together, she whispered; "Ian I am cumming." 

When they were together making love, they practiced cumming together. GO word was a signal from Sandy signaling when she felt she was cumming, and then Ian began to go over the edge. They both knew feeling of the other as they entered rigid state of complete orgasm. 

For a brief moment they both left this place, and with what was almost an 'out of body' experience, together they entered a place far away in union as one. A pinnacle of pleasure with sudden release which often repeated in waves of focused pleasure, they then slowly drifted back. 

Sandy released, clenching him tightly in one large contraction of her vagina, his cum shot into her. She felt his semen warmth flood her inside. Then her contraction subsided, but quickly her body responded with another and another as she took him back into her vagina sucking last bit of cum from him, causing their bodies to become partially paralyzed during these waves of intimate passion. Both rigid bodies slowly began to relax as their orgasms subsided. 

She knew Ian was satisfied. She slid back up to his waiting lips for a deep, moist loving sensual passionate kiss. He cradled her body in his arms. Both drifted off to into peaceful sleep, waiting to wake together to begin their next glorious moment of passion consuming them.

End for Now - -