1 comments/ 36822 views/ 8 favorites Tabby's Toothing Adventure By: Tabby18lover Tabby was late for her usual Friday night appointment with her friend Lana. She would be waiting patiently in the Athenian Bar. Tabby was walking along staring at her new purchase, a brand new cell phone. It was the latest in phone technology and had cost her a fortune. It had been two weeks since her old phone had died. She had actually purchased the phone the day before but the new bluetooth technology was too much for her. The technicians had programmed it for her. She was late because they had to explain it all to her, but still she was not sure about all it's new features. Lana had a bluetooth phone, in fact it was Lana who had persuaded her to get it, she would help her. As she walked along past some shops and a bar her phone rang. The first call. It must be the guys from the shop checking that she could answer ok. She flicked open the little silver object to see a message flashing on the luminous green screen. "Toothing, Barry?" it read. Tabby looked at it. What did it mean? Why was it on her phone? Who was Barry? She couldn't work it out. She wasn't even sure that it was a text message. The awful thought that she had just purchased a lemon went through her head. For a split second she considered returning to the store. But it was getting late and she was meeting Lana for a drink at the Oaks Hotel shortly. Lana might be able to explain. At the bar Lana was waiting with their usual white wines ready. It was quite busy, after work on a Friday. Tabby pushed her tall, slim 20-year-old body through the crowd to the bar. She could see Lana sitting on a barstool. "Hi girl," Lana greeted her friend. "You're late tonight." "Yeah, sorry, I had to pick up my new phone," Tabby replied. "Oh yeah, I forgot. What do you think of it? Is it the same as mine?" Lana asked. "It's cool, I think it's better than yours. I'm going to take forever to learn how to use it properly," Tabby said, searching her purse for the little silver phone. "No way you will soon learn all the bits," Lana smiled. Tabby found the phone and passed it to her friend. "But I think I'm going to have to take it back. I think it has a fault." "Oh?" Lana asked. "Yeah, as I was walking over hear it went off and I got this weird text message. I don't know how it could have happened." "What did the message say?" Lana asked. "It was real strange, like make sense of it if you can. Toothing, Barry. That's all." Tabby shrugged. "Oh," Lana said again, a smirk appearing on her face. "So what do you think it means?" Tabby asked, noting the smirk, but not sure what Lana was meaning. "Where were you when this happened?" The blonde asked. "I was just passing Ace's Bar," Tabby replied. "Oh," Lana said again, the smirk flashed across her face. "So, tell me, what was it? You look like you know." "I can guess. These phones can give out their address if the settings are right. Someone in Ace's obviously hooked onto your address." Lana was smiling broadly now. "So should I reply. I think the message is still there," Tabby asked, holding out her hand. "No, it's too late now. They only have a limited range for this sort of thing. Basically someone in Ace's has just asked you if you want to participate in some quick, anonymous sex." Tabby's jaw dropped. She looked at the phone and its new power. "You're joking. You mean someone was watching me and..." "Oh no, they probably didn't even know who they were ringing." "Shit Lana! That is scary," Tabby reached for the little phone. "Yep, sure is," Lana said and took a sip of her wine. "It's called toothing – using the bluetooth technology." "Hey Lana, how come you know so much about this?" Tabby smiled at her friend. "Well, I...I mean," the comment had caught the blonde off guard. "Have you...toothed before? Is that why Lana?" Tabby teased her friend. "Well, actually, yes," Lana admitted. "Was it any good?" Tabby pressed. "Or shouldn't I ask?" "That's ok, we've always been able to share these things," Lana said, finishing her glass of wine. "It was great, quite exciting really. I mean I wouldn't have gone out with the guy but it was fun to do it once" "Where did it happen?" Tabby asked, motioning to the barman at the same time for a refill. "Actually," Lana blushed faintly. "Right here" "You're joking! No way!" Tabby exclaimed. "So where...I mean how..." "Where did we do the evil act?" Lana smiled. "In the ladies." "Wow! Incredible...and no one caught you?" "No, we tried to be discrete. Maybe someone guessed at all the moans, but hey, it was fun.," Lana's eyes lit up. "Sounds like it. Maybe I should go back to Ace's and see if Barry is still looking," Tabby smiled as the barman put down the two new drinks. "Too late now I think," Lana laughed. "But keep your phone on, you never know who might call. Let me see what username they gave you at the phone shop" "Username?" Tabby looked puzzled. "Yeah, you need a username to communicate. Obviously Barry uses his own name." Lana flicked open the new mobile and punched a few keys. "Oh...no wonder." A broad smile appeared on her face." "What, what is it?" Tabby lent over to try and see. "Sexybabe. Cool name," Lana laughed. "Should draw a lot of attention, if you're up o it." "Oh yeah right," Tabby protested at her friends joke. "Like I can't get a guy if I want." The girls laughed and joked. Every now and then Tabby looked nervously at the phone as it lay on the counter. That night it didn't ring. Over the following week all her calls came from friends and family. As the following Friday approached Tabby was convinced that her friend had been joking. There was no such thing as toothing. The Friday rolled around again. To test her theory that toothing was a figment of Lana's imagination Tabby deliberately passed Ace's Bar, this time watching the tiny glowing green screen for any messages. Nothing happened. Maybe Barry didn't even exist. That was it she was going to have her friend on, making up stories like that. Tabby walked toward the bar, Athenians, ready to battle her friend. She was still some distance from the bar when the mobile buzzed her. Quickly she flicked the mobile open, the green screen flashing a message at her. "Hi sexybabe, want some fun?" It was accompanied by a text address. Tabby stopped in her tracks. What had Lana said? The message would come from nearby, that they had a limited range. Instinctively Tabby looked around. There was no one there. A young couple were walking into the bar Tabby was about to enter, but neither had a cell phone in their hands. Then she felt herself blush a little, was this true? Maybe Lana was playing a trick. She straightened her knee length skirt and gave a sigh, should she? What might happen? A tingle of excitement went through her body. Quickly she typed a message and sent it. "Why not Kathunter." Kathunter was the nickname that had sent the original message. She waited, staring at the screen and forgetting her friend waiting inside. Nothing was happening. Maybe she was out of range. He might have been passing in a car or bus. He might be gay and not be looking for her kind of action. He might also be Lana and she was being set up. Then it flashed up for her. "Cool, how old r u?" Tabby wasn't sure if she should answer. Again she hesitated. Then: "20, dark hair, tall, slim. U?" "38 dark hair, strong build." Tabby's Toothing Adventure The message glowed at the tall dark haired girl. She looked about her as if she was about to commit a crime. "I'll be there in five." "Ok." Tabby closed the phone and clipped it to her waist. She crossed the street and slipped into the car park. There it was in a reserved space, a red panel van with yellow curtains on the windows. She walked up to it and opened the rear door. As she expected there was a mattress in the back. A grin spread on her face. She climbed in. "Make myself comfortable," she murmured to herself. The phrase made her nervous and excited at the same time. Slowly she slipped her white sports bra off followed by her training shorts and trainers. The curtains were closed but a lot of light still filtered in through the windows. Her firm young breasts were bathed in the golden light as she stood, hunched over in the back, pulling her plain white panties off. The door opened, a young figure ducked inside and closed the door. She recognised him as soon as he turned to face her. "Mark!" She exclaimed, pulling the white sports bra to her chest. "It was you...you programmed my phone, didn't you?" "Yep," the technician from the electronics shop admitted. "I had to. You are just so beautiful." "Thanks," Tabby said, blushing. "But wouldn't it have been easier to ask me out for a date?" "I'm too shy, besides this is much more exciting," the young technician said. "You would never have had sex with me if I had just asked." "True," Tabby responded. "You see," Mark replied. He started to look a little embarrassed at what he had done. "If you want to go I will understand." He said. Tabby looked down at her own naked body. She was full of desire. "Oh no Mark, you toothed me and I accepted. You can't leave me all hot and bothered for the afternoon," Tabby smiled up at him, taking her arms down from her breasts, letting the bra fall back to the floor. He smiled back as she moved toward him, taking him in her arms and kissing his lips. This was a dream come true for Mark. Her hand travelled across his chest touching his nipples through the thin casual shirt he was wearing. The kiss deepened as her hand found his pants. The zipper slipped down. Mark was moaning now as she reached inside, finding his hard cock. Gradually she tugged it free of his pants, feeling the hard ridges and the soft head. Her hand worked up and down its length, feeling it in her hand, making it squeeze through her slim long fingers. Meanwhile his hands wandered too, a hand found her hot, moist pussy. A finger slipped up inside her, followed by another. A squelching sound penetrated the air as he pushed his fingers up inside her. They were still kissing, their tongues in each others mouths. His other hand cupped her head, holding it closer to him. He could smell the mix of sweat and perfume on her fit body. Her hair was held back by a single red ribbon. Her other hand rested on his butt, holding his body close, making the hard cock touch her belly as she stroked it with long, slow strokes. Mark let his pants fall down around his ankles as the two bodies sunk to the mattress. Tabby let her legs part to guide his cock to her hot pussy. He pressed the head in without a moan. Then he slowly slid the length of his long hard cock into her. Tabby groaned with pleasure. His hand reached for her breast, feeling the firm, pert breast, plucking the nipple with his fingers, making her moan some more as he slowly started to fuck her. In and out his cock worked, rubbing the length of her wet pussy, rubbing her hard little clit. Tabby moaned some more. The material of his shirt rubbed against her body as he thrust into her. Tabby held his face in her hands, looking straight into his eyes. He lent forward and kissed her cheek. Tabby was near the edge. His lips moved to kiss her again on the neck. Her groans became harder as the wave of pleasure swept through her. She bucked up to meet his thrusts, her pussy contracted against his hard cock. It was too much for Mark, having this beautiful woman cumming on his hard cock He pushed in and exploded letting out a low groan himself. His cum shot into her, load after load. It felt so good. He started to ease down onto her, holding her close to him. Their orgasms subsided together. He let his cock slip from her and she felt the trickle of sticky cum pooling under her. "God, that was good Tabby," Mark said, his words coming as he regained his breath. "Yeah," Tabby replied. "Thanks." "It's me who should be thanking you. After all I tricked you," Mark said. "You are very beautiful Tabby." "Thanks Mark," the dark haired girl blushed a little. "I guess we both needed the release eh?" She was reaching for her bra. "Can I ask you something?" Mark went on. Tabby was worried that this was coming as she reached for the white panties. "What Mark? I have to get back to work," she was looking for an excuse now. "I was wondering if...if I could see you again," he was looking at the floor as he asked. "Well, I'm not sure Mark. This was great. Spontaneous you know," she didn't want to hurt his feelings. "I'm sorry, I should have known," Mark responded. "No, that's ok. You are a nice guy...and you sure know how to fuck. How about we go out for a drink sometime and talk it through? When we both have time?" "Yeah, sure," Mark's eyes lit up. "When would you like to do that?" "How about tonight?" The sooner he got the message the better she thought. They did meet up again that night. One thing led to another and soon Mark and Tabby were seeing each other. Tabby was right Mark was great in bed. He wasn't bad looking either and with help from her and Lana, was overcoming his shyness. One night, about a month later, Mark intercepted Tabby as she was walking down the street for her usual Friday night rendezvous with Lana. This were still sacred time for the two girls so Tabby was a little annoyed at Mark. To make it worse he had already been drinking. "Hi lover," he greeted her with the new found confidence he had gained. "Off to see that sexy little friend of yours?" "You know I am Mark," Tabby said with an angry look in her eye. "Will you come to my place later tonight?" he asked. "Yeah, probably, if you let me get going now," she shrugged. "Good, I will be waiting," he winked. Tabby walked on, irritated at the interruption. She had a good mind to skip his place and go straight home. She fumed at his drunken behavior and resolved that she would not turn up at his place. Make him sweat she thought, make him phone her. After all the making up might be pretty hot!!! The two girls met and talked and had a few drinks like always. The difference lately was that Tabby was always anxious to get away to her Mark. That night she lingered. As they sat and talked Lana's phone rang. She checked it and smiled to herself. Tabby paid no attention as she texted a couple of messages. "Well, I'm going to have to call it a night," Lana said with a smile, clicking her phone closed. "You just got toothed didn't you," Tabby smiled at her friend. "Yeah, must be my lucky night," she laughed. "So who got you?" Tabby probed. "Later sexybabe," Lana retorted. "I don't want you spoiling my fun for once." She shook her long blonde hair back as she climbed off the barstool. "Anyway isn't it time you went and made up with lover boy?" "Like fun! Let him call me," Tabby said. With her friend gone there was no need for her to stay. Mark would be getting real worried about now, so she might as well slip off home and wait for the inevitable phone call. She hadn't been at home long when her cell phone rang. She flicked it open. There was a text message from Mark. "Hi sexybabe, will you be here soon?" Tabby grinned, how could she prolong the torture. "Soon," she replied.