5 comments/ 74544 views/ 2 favorites My Secret Lover Ch. 01 By: Tigermuf My husband and I lived in a quiet village with only one neighbor, an elderly couple. Our children had grown up and were attending university and I worked part-time in my husband's firm. David, my husband, worked away from home, leaving me alone to run the small office and our home for what seemed to be weeks on end. Love-making was passionate between us but I have to admit my libido was greater his. I kept myself in good shape, taking a run each morning and going to the gym twice a week. My figure was ... healthy; my breasts are 38" and still firm but let's face it, not those of a 25 year old. I met David the start of secondary school, and although we didn't start dating until I left school at 16, he has been my only sex partner. Sex was wonderful but after some years, sex became less frequent as our energies focused on bringing up our two girls. We were not very adventurous with our sex either and now, with the time I spend alone, I started to fantasize, never thinking for a minute that any of my fantasies would ever mount to anything more that a simple personal and innocent fantasy. My fantasies, I have since learned, lacked imagination and were also somewhat handicapped by my limited sexual experience. Cable television and library books were my solace as I'd imagine being whisked away by my romantic hero whisking me up in his arms and jetting off to live a life with plenty of sex. Watching adult videos with my husband got me aroused but I no real interest in watching them when he was out of town. I longed to be touched and hugged and kissed all at the same time with my pussy filled and when I went to bed I lay there alone, with a pillow between my thighs squeezing tight and gently rubbing my clit with my fingers. Had my sex life now come this with a once-a-month romp with my husband? And so one day, my quiet country life was disturbed. At the end of our garden, a fence was being erected and I soon learned that a new road was to be built. There, at the foot of our garden, the contractor was starting to build his temporary offices. This was a distraction, hardly interesting and certainly no further thought was given or that the presence of the temporary offices would ever impose itself into my sex life. Yes, there were men. I am not flirtatious, after all, I was married and my husband loved me, I loved him and my family even though they were seldom at home. I had a maid who helped me take care of my elderly mother and the housework, and we all lived under the same roof. Gradually the contractor's staff occupied the temporary offices. Occasionally I'd see one or two men at the window but most of the time the window blinds were down ... except one. This one was opened as soon as the guy arrived in the office at 8am. It was about this time that I would taken my shower after my early morning run. He'd pull up the blinds and open his window each morning and look out as if to take in the country air and country smells. When I could, I would watch him go through this same routine most mornings from behind my curtains. He had a kind face and his eyes always seemed to be smiling. He was slim, always dressed casually and clean shaven. I'd sometimes see him at the window talking to unseen colleagues; other times he could be staring out of the window, as if he was deep in thought and I soon found myself fantasizing about him; what was he like? Can he see me? Does he know if I exist or even that I have been watching him? Stepping from my shower each morning, I'd look to see if he was there as I'd dry my body. I found myself imagining that he was stroking my body gently with a towel; my hands would stroke my breasts - I was hypnotized, focused on the window of his office, hoping he would appear, with my hands slowly caressing my breasts. My towel would drop and I stood there naked, in the middle of the room, as my fingers played with my nipples until they stood erect and hard. Then I catch a glimpse of him at the window and my hands would move to my pussy and gently massage my mound. It felt good; I could feel my heart beating faster with the excitement -- does he know that I even exist? Does he know what I am doing right now? How can I meet him? Would he hold me close? Will he kiss me, hug me, caress me, make love to me? So many questions as he disappeared from view once again. I would collapse onto my bed with my fingers wet within my pussy -- I closed my eyes and imagined his body against me, his arms holding me, hands caressing me, bringing me to a climax that I ached for more and more each day. It was perhaps a month later that one afternoon, while I was gardening that he looked out of his window and saw me. He smiled and mouthed a silent 'hello'. I smiled back and said "hi". I gathered that he was not alone in his office, but at least he knows I exist ... if only. I could not give the garden my undivided attention as thoughts raced around my mind. I had said 'hi', only 'hi'? If only he knew what I wanted to say as he disappeared from my view ... again. I could feel a wetness within me as I started to think about what to do next. How could I speak to him without being too forward? Should I? After all, I am married. What am I doing? What about his co-workers? What if the neighbors saw me? I would have to be discrete ... but how? What am I doing? Is he even interested? I looked at my reflection in the window of my home, dressed in my old gardening clothes and thought to myself, he won't be interested, just look at me. The next time I was in the garden I was dressed in a summery dress and he noticed me and gave a little wave. I waved back and he disappeared for a minute and returned with something in his hand. He was folding a piece of paper. He looked around before flicking the piece of paper into my garden from his window. I casually picked it up and held it tight as I disappeared indoors. I was nervous and my fingers were shaking as, in the privacy of my bedroom, I opened the paper; on it was his name and telephone number. My heart was racing, what was I going to say to him, and when? Should I call him? I was a bit anxious when I called, but when he answered, he was cheerful and obviously pleased that I had called. He introduced himself again and I told him my name. Small talk followed and I found that he was very easy to talk to; any nervousness was quickly dispelled. He asked about the others that he had seen in my house throughout the day. I told him that I worked in my husband's business; I also learned that he too was married. We talked for what seemed ages and we would speak again the next day. I felt relieved, excited -- I liked him, he was easy to talk to with a sexy voice over the phone. Definitely I would be thinking about him tonight. I couldn't wait to speak to him again the next morning. I had a sleepless night and was up extra early for my run. I was going to talk to him again and I did so after my shower. The blinds went up and the window swung open and there he stood, looking at my house. As usual the net curtains were drawn but my window was also open. With excited expectation, I dialed his number and he answered it almost immediately. "Good morning." I said "Good morning, it's lovely to hear from you so early. Have you been on your run? Where are you?" "I can see you from my bedroom, first floor." I was dressed in my bathrobe as I drew the curtains a bit so that he could see where I was. "Yes, I have had my run and I have just finished my shower. Have you had breakfast?" "Yes, I have it at home, before I leave for work. I can't see you properly because of the reflection on the window. Can you open the window a bit more please?" I stepped closer to the window and did as he asked and drew the curtains open a little more. I was still a little shy about others seeing me so I stepped further away from the window and sat on my bed. "That's much better, thanks" he said. "How are you, today?" "Gooood," I said and really meaning it. "I like your shirt today, it suits you" "Thanks. I feel much better for seeing you, and I was hoping to see you today. What are you wearing? I cannot see it very well." "My bathrobe. I have just finished my shower and I am about to get dressed to go to work." "Are you wearing a bra?" I was a little shocked at first when I heard his question but I already felt at ease with him. No-one had ever asked me such a direct question like that before, not even David! "Yes," I said smiling and wondering what he was going to ask next, and where this was leading. "... and panties?" "Yes." I answered truthfully. I was beginning to feel a little aroused. I suppose it was the fact that it felt a little daring and ... impetuous. I liked the feeling. "Can I see them please?" I hesitated for a moment. What was I doing? I got up to close the bedroom door and feeling more secure I returned to the bed and sat down. I looked at him and felt sure he could see my cleavage in the V of my bathrobe. With the phone to my ear I dropped the bathrobe from my shoulders, revealing my cleavage and bra. I was breathing a little heavier now with a hint of excitement. I wondered if he could see my nipples as they were hardening. "Lovely," he paused. "I wish I could kiss them." Oh, I loved the way he said that. If only he knew that I wanted that too. "I cannot see your panties. What color are they?" I was still nervous. Only my husband had seen me in my panties and now I was considering showing them to a virtual stranger, someone who I had only talked to on the phone and seen at a distance. But there was something intoxicating about doing this -- it felt good, I felt good. I was excited. I was thankful that the panties that I had put on earlier were respectable and not overtly sexy and seductive. After all I didn't want to give him the wrong message. I pulled the bathrobe from my lap and stood up slowly. My panties were small but not transparent, cream in color. "Cream." I croaked. He must have known I was nervous and he quickly set me at ease. "You have a beautiful body and panties to match. I love panties and I will dream about what I have seen today. Can you turn around for me so I can see the back?" I did as he beckoned. I felt like a model and it had been such a long time since I heard anyone say something like that to me. I sat down on the bed again "Arrr," he complained "I could watch you all day, but I suppose that will have to do for today?" "Did you like that?" I craved reassurance. "Of course I did, and thank you. How do you feel?" "Excited." was all that I could say. "I hope I can see you again tomorrow." "I'd like to as well." I think he was disturbed when someone came into his office as he quickly said that he had to go but would speak to me tomorrow. As he said good-bye, I ducked away and quickly closed the curtains lest I be seen by others. For the rest of the day I would be thinking of that first encounter. He was direct but polite; understanding and like me, he wanted to be discrete. I had bared my body, well not all of it, to another man for the first time and I found it exciting and definitely arousing. I felt beautiful and almost younger -- it was good to be admired and I felt exhilarated. My fantasies now had a face and I couldn't wait until the next morning to see my stranger again. My Secret Lover Ch. 02 I had had my shower and I put on a pair of small sexy panties and loosely covered myself with my bathrobe. I opened my window, not too obviously, and stood away from it so as not to allow others to see me. At last, the blinds were pulled up and he swung the window open -- he looked straight across at my bedroom window and I could feel my heart quicken in expectation. Then he disappeared and my phone rang. "Good Morning." he said, returning to the window. "Hi, how are you today?" as I edged closer to the window so that he could see me better. "Oh, much better for seeing you. Have you been for your run and had your shower?" I sat on the edge of the bed. "Yes, I just stepped out of the shower. I was hoping to see you this morning 'cos I have something to show you. I have been thinking about yesterday." "Oh?" I stood up holding my bathrobe to cover my breasts. I could believe I was doing this but I was feeling an odd sense of enjoyment; this experience was new and exciting. "Wait!" he said. "Are you wearing bra and panties under your robe? 'cos I'd love to see them again." "Yes, but no bra." "Let me guess -- I think they are... " he paused a little before he said "...pale yellow." How on earth did he know? I slowly parted my robe to reveal my silky yellow panties. They were small, barely covering my pubic hair. I modeled for him, showing the back by lifting my bathrobe. Little did he know, I was getting wetter, by nipples were becoming harder and this was so exciting -- blood seemed to be rushing to my head and I was feeling a little light-headed with the excitement. "They are lovely, very pretty. I wish I could be there to touch you and feel them. I cannot see very well because you are so far away but, are you shaved?" "No... " as my hand went down to cover the front of my panties. I slipped my thumb under the waistband and pulled my panties down an inch or two to reveal my pubes. My robes fell open revealing my breasts and I stepped back into the shadows of my bedroom out of his sight. I let my bathrobe fall to the bed and there I stood in front of my mirror dressed only in my little yellow panties. I noticed my nipples stood hard and erect, I felt the wetness of my pussy lips and notices a little damp spot on my panties ... I could not believe how turned on I was. I slowly turned to the window once again with one hand covering my nipples, the other holding the phone to my ear, wearing only my little yellow panties. He was still at the window and I loved the feeling of his eyes bathing my body and I could get used to this. He smiled at me and said something like how he loved my panties, loved my body and what a wonderful way to start a working day, that my image would stay with him for the rest of the day. His words were so complimentary that my head was swimming; it had been so long since I hear anyone say such things to me. He turned away from the window and in my delirium I fell to the bed out of sight from his window. I was so turned on, so wet that my fingers slid down my body under my panties and into the warm wetness of my pussy. I gently massaged by clit as he apologized for having to end this call -- someone had just come into his office. I hung up saying something like I'd see him tomorrow, closed my eyes and brought myself to a climax with the sound of his voice in my head. And so for a few minutes each morning, after my shower, I modeled my collection of sexy panties for him, one pair a day. If we missed seeing each other, he'd call during the day and I'd listen to his soft voice as he asked me about what I was wearing and how he was imagining himself with me, his hands caressing my body. As I would listen to his sexy voice on the phone, my free hand would instinctively reach down and stroke my thighs, the way he would describe, the way he did in the car on the day of our first kiss. With my eyes closed, I'd imaging him being there with me -- such wonderful thoughts. We had exchanged e-mail addresses sometime earlier and as well as the phone calls, each day he would write message sometime including a short story of his fantasy or relate erotic thoughts or dreams that he had had. I came to understand that panties were central to many of his erotic imaginings. He appeared to be quite experienced and perhaps very daring particularly in comparison to the very limited sexual adventures that I had had. I wanted to involve myself more and experience what he often described in his words. Often times, during my solitary moments at work I would read and reread his fantasies, knowing that he was the author and that I was the girl in the stories; I was finding them intensely erotic. Up until now, I had never shaved my pubes and when I mentioned it, in passing, to my husband, he was enthusiastic and I told him that maybe next time he saw me, I'd be different. With that thought planted in his mind I saw him off on one of his business trips. And so, one morning, I surprised my secret lover by heeding to one of his fantasies. I now wore a pair of transparent mauve panties and my pussy was bald. It was the first time I had done this and whilst removing my pubes I became so highly aroused that I climaxed three times! It must have been because I was thinking about him, about showing him the next morning, the anticipation of showing him something that he had admitted he loved; those thoughts, my wet lips and my fingers playing all contributed to my pleasures that evening and the next morning. The freedom and coolness during my morning rum felt so good that I felt that I was running on air. I couldn't wait to see him and show him. I could only see him from the waist up as he admired me from his office window and his soft sexy voice sounded so close I could almost feel his breath. "I have something to show you, a surprise. Can you see me ok?" I asked as I aligned myself up with him and the window. "Yes." I let my towel drop, revealing my matching mauve bra and panties. I did not have to ask him if he liked what he saw. "They are pretty and you look so lovely standing there. I wish I was there with you." "Wait, that is not all" as I struggled to hold onto the phone and remove my panties with one hand. I straightened up, panty-less, and stroked my bald pussy in front of him. "Now I want to be with you, to touch you and kiss you all over -- it's so beautiful. You have no idea, I am so turned on now. How do you like it?" "It's good. I like it and I am so pleased you like it too." He then did something entirely unexpected. He disappeared but told me he'd be back in a second. I cautiously hid myself and when he reappeared, he was standing on something and I could see below his waist -- he quickly unbuckled his belt, dropped his jeans and his erection sprang out. He held his dick for me to see. "You're strong." I said, never taking my eyes off his dick as his hand held it out. I wanted it, I wanted to touch it, I wanted to kiss it but didn't have the courage to voice these private thoughts. "This is what you have done to me today!" he admonished me. "Careful, someone might see you." "I want you to see me." He stepped down and I could see him struggling to contain his dick. "You showed me yours, I thought it only fair that I showed you mine." I smiled. I knew he wanted me. "Thank you." I said, and then added "can I meet you after work?" I was feeling very horny. "I'd love to." We arranged to meet in the car park down the road and I would take him to the train station, the long way round. My Secret Lover Ch. 03 I was waiting for him as he exited the lift and looked for me in my car. He spotted me, smiled and walked directly to me. His walk was smooth; it was the first time I had see him from head to toe rather than from the waist up. He was slim and nicely proportioned, dressed casually in jeans and I would be wrong if I didn't for a moment wonder what he would look like naked. He was polite when he jumped into the car and sat beside me, formally introducing himself to me in a sweet way as he took my hand and kissed it lightly. I did not want him to let go of my hand. His eyes were smiling and kind and his hands soft and nicely manicured. I wanted him to touch me and whilst chatting about inconsequential things I placed his has on my bare knee -- I was wearing a light blouse and skirt. My heart started to race as his hand smoothed and caressed my knee and he leant forward and we kissed. His other hand gently went to my cheek as our lips met and our tongues touched and started to wrestle. I moved my hand to his leg and slid it up to his now bulging crotch. His dick felt so constrained and I wanted to free it from its prison; I held back and contented myself with massaging the bulge as he writhed, encouraging me not to stop. His hand slid slowly up to between my thighs and I spread my knees as far as I could in the driver's seat. I could feel his little finger briefly touch my panties every time his hand slid higher. We both knew we wanted each other but not in the crampness of my car. Our lips parted; this first physical meeting was already everything that I had hoped it would be... but what now? Between the kisses and the fondling (my breasts were not forgotten, my erect nipples were testimony to that) we decided to find somewhere more spacious and less conspicuous and we left the car park and drove along the coast road. We soon found a place to park near the beach. The coastline had numerous small beaches peppered with rocky headlands and was popular with beach walkers and, I suppose, lovers. We left the car and walked to the beach hand-in-hand. I felt so comfortable with this man; I was excited in more ways than one too. We strolled and talked and he eventually led me to a rocky outcrop where we could perhaps sit awhile without being disturbed. We noticed a few other couples on the beach, some with dogs and no doubt they had already noticed us when we had arrived. He leant against a large rock in the shade of a tree and he took me into his arms and held me close. I could feel the hardness of his body and his gentle firmness of his hands as they caressed my back and neck. Our first beach kiss was passionate as I placed my hands each side of his cheeks -- our tongues fought with each other, then played and tickled. I wanted him. My hands moved down his neck to his heaving chest and discovered, as I slid my fingers between the buttons of his shirt that he had a chest full of hair. I very nearly ripped off his shirt as I quickly undid the buttons and stroked his hairy chest and searched for his nipples. This was my first time I had been intimate with someone with chest hair; it felt so ... rough, so manly, so virile and it felt, and smelt, musky. I smothered it with kisses searching for his nipples and pulling the hair with my lips. I remembered that we were outside, in the open and not invisible from other passers-by but I didn't give it a second thought. I relished in the freedom as before now all intimacy in my life was with my husband in the privacy of our bedroom. This was exciting and daring. I wanted to take him right there. Our lips met and we kissed deeply and passionately as his hands slid down to his bottom cheeks and he pulled me hard towards him. I could feel his excitement against my mons -- I was hot and wet with excitement. I hugged him tight with my face buried in his sweet smelling neck as lifted my skirt to feel my naked backside and his warm hands started to smooth and massage me but always pressing me and holding me firmly against his body. His hands moved to my waist and stroked my bare hips -- his fingers exploring and finding the thin elastic waistband of my panties. "Yellow" he whispered. How did he know? "I want to see them" and he slowly lowered his body to a kneeling position and lifted my skirt. The little triangle of yellow fabric covered my bald pussy. He looked up at me and smiled a mischievous smile as he kissed my panties. He disappeared as he threw my skirt over his head as his hand reached up to my buttocks and pushed me to his face. I reached down and felt his head under my skirt; I held him tight against my pussy as he licked my already wet thong. I threw my head back to free my hair from my eyes, and leaned against a smooth rock, still standing. I had spread my legs and continued to enjoy the feeling of his tongue licking my inner thighs, my thong and my pussy. His hand caressed my thighs, my backside and as far up my stomach as my skirt would allow. It was surreal, when I think about it. For the first time I was about to climax in the open air, outside, with the smell of the ocean, with the waves foaming on the beach and within sight of strangers who could see me but not my lover who at this very moment was knelt between my thighs devouring my pussy. I felt him as he pulled my thong down and his tongue was licking my wetness searching for my clit. His fingers spread my pussy lips as his tongue and lips smothered my pussy, sucking and licking. My head began to spin, this was so spontaneous, so unexpectedly sexy and absolutely exciting. My body convulsed as I climaxed and I pushed his head, his mouth hard against my pussy not wanted him to move as I could feel my inner juices spurt. My clit felt ultra-sensitive and as I gently released my grip of his head under my skirt, he started to lick the spilled juices dripping from my pussy. Never before had I felt quite so satisfied; well at least that was how it felt at that moment! He licked me clean and the feeling of his soft tongue on my bald pussy was something I never wanted to forget. He stood up and kissed me deeply, placing his hand on my exposed bald pussy. "I love it." he whispered "And it tastes so sweet, like nectar." My fingers undid the remaining buttons of his shirt and I ran my hands over his hairy chest, slipping my fingers inside his belt and jeans. He helped me as he unbuckled his belt and undid his fly. I could hardly wait to reach into his briefs and hold his strong and throbbing dick. The end was wet with excitement already, as I curled my fingers around its shaft. It was bigger than my husband's, longer with a bigger girth but not as big as the occasional members that I had seen on some of the adult videos that I had seen. All I knew was that I wanted it. I wanted to kiss it and run my lips along the entire and gorgeous length of it. Roles were reversed now as he leaned against the rock as my tongue slowly worked its way down from his neck to his chest, momentarily nibbling his nipples, forever downwards. All the time I held his dick in my hands, moving them up and down slowly, feeling, exploring and imagining. It had been years since I had sucked on a penis, the last time being before I was married and here was my second, right in front of me, tearfully winking as if it was encouraging me to invite it in. I gently kissed the length of its shaft before welcoming it within me. My tongue swirled around its head, exploring its shape and my head rocked back and forth forcing it as deep as it could without causing me to gag. I fondled his balls with one hand, the other firmly moving in concert with my lips. His hands gently held the side of my head and I could feel his body meeting the rhythm of my movements. "Hold on," he whispered as he gently pulled me off him -- I could hear the plop as his dick left my lips. He beckoned me to stand up and he lifted my skirt and placed his hard and fully erect dick between my wet thighs, pulling it up against my pussy. I was so wet, he was wet and I wanted him inside of me. He didn't want me to move and we just held each other close, his dick hard against my pussy between my thighs. Slowly, our hips moved back and forth; he reached down behind me, under my skirt, feeling for the end of his penis between my butt cheeks and pressed it harder against my pussy. It felt good against me; he felt and smelt good against my body, as I once again buried my face into his neck and I breathed in the aroma of his body. Slowly be rocked ... against the rock! "Can you turn around for me please?" he asked. Silently his penis slid out from between my thighs and my skirt dropped from between us. He lifted the back of my skirt as I pulled off my yellow thong. I was still wet as his dick slid between my thighs. He took my thong from me, smelled it and placed it between his lips as I reached down under my skirt, searching for the end of his dick. I found it and pressed it hard against my wet pussy. I desperately wanted him inside of me. I spread my legs wider and bend down a little as I guided is throbbing dick into my now dripping vagina. It slid in easily and I let out a gasp. It felt sooo big! I felt a small spasm and came; his shaft now deep within me as I squeezed his dick and let slip in and out and it was not long before I came again but it was too much for him. His hands held my hips to him and then almost motionless, with his dick deep inside of me, I felt him jerk as he came and could feel his cum spurt within me; a number of powerful thrusts followed and I knew he was spent. I wanted so much to hold him close. Slowly I pulled away and he slipped from within me. I turned and stood up as my skirt dropped; he lifted the front and I held his softening dick against my wet pussy and we kissed long and passionately, hugging each other tight. We said nothing as we stood there in each other's arms listening to the ocean and the waves on the beach. I wanted to feel like this forever, wrapped in his arms with my face nestled in his neck, my hand resting on his chest playing with his heaving chest. His hand slowly and gently massaged my breast as the other held my body close to his. It would have to end sometime and despite my teasing protestations, we were soon tidying ourselves up to return to the car. I could feel a wetness stickiness between my thighs as my pussy dripped which I wiped dry with a tissue. I leant to his ear and whispered "Keep my panties." He kissed me, and pocketing my yellow thong, we left our 'lovers' alcove' in amongst the rocks and walked slowly back to the car hand-in-hand. We stopped momentarily for a last lingering look at the sea and his arm went around my waist -- I held him close too. "I don't want to forget this evening, it was wonderful, thank you so much and I hope we can do it again soon," he said. "We will, I am sure we will. Now let's get you to the station, as I still have some errands to run." His hand fell to my bottom and he gave it a little squeeze. It felt good and he seemed to like the feel of the fabric over my bare skin. "Thanks for the panties, I love them almost as much as I love to know that you are not wearing any under your skirt." I patted his crotch and winked at him. I felt so comfortable with him sat beside me in the car on the way to the station. I pressed his hand onto the top of my thighs, encouraging him to stroke them whilst I was driving. I could feel my juices welling again as I spread my knees a little and allowed him to slide his hands up to my bare pussy. It was daring but that was part of the excitement; I loved to be touched and caressed. We kissed modestly before he got out of the car; I couldn't wait for our next encounter as I watched him disappear into the station concourse. My Secret Lover Ch. 04 The blinds of his window were drawn up and he opened his window in his usual routine. I had been for my early morning run and had taken my shower. I had had a somewhat restless night after the excitement the previous day, my mind reliving the events at the beach. I had managed to get to sleep alone with a pillow placed between my thighs and squeezing it tight. Being so intimate outdoors really had excited me. My fleeting thoughts imagined us laying on the beach alone in the nude, in the forest in the nude and on the grass in the nude; we hugged and caressed each other's bodies feeling so free and oblivious of anything going on about me ... it was a dream and my private thoughts and ... well anything goes! As I held the pillow between my thighs, my hand reached down and I gently massaged my clit with my fingers, prolonging the excitement for as long as I could, giving myself little orgasms before finally falling asleep thinking of my secret lover beside me. And so the new day broke; throughout my jog I was thinking of him and wondered what next and when and where; these thoughts excited me and I could wait to see him again. He stood at the window and glanced to my bedroom window. I called him from my cell phone and he answered. "Good morning. How do you feel? Did you sleep well? Thanks so much for yesterday, it was lovely for me and I really hope you loved what we did together." I had opened the window earlier and drawn the curtains. The window was not large and I felt sure he could see me. I told him how I felt and how much I had enjoyed yesterday as I moved to sit on the end of my bed so that we could see each other. I was wearing a robe, concealing my panties, but nothing else. "I woke up early and have already been on my run and finished my shower." I said. "Mmmm are you wearing panties now?" he asked. "Light green today." "Can I see them please?" He seemed always to be polite and this was part of what attracted him to me. I stood up and opened my robe, revealing my small light green panties. I could feel my pussy getting wetter with excitement ... it was, and I loved it as much as it was daring. I stepped further into the room and opened up my robe to bare my breasts too. "Oh, beautiful and so sexy too. Oh, what a wonderful way to start a day... again! I wish I could kiss your sexy panties and your body, of course. I love panties and I love your panties. I'd love to see more." "Patience," I teased. "You will, but not today." And this was our routine almost every morning that he appeared at his window. I loved to pose for him showing off my collection of panties, both and new and he seemed to love them all, the sexy ones and the not so sexy ones. I got to know of his favorites; he liked the small pale colored panties and didn't particularly like the black and darker colors. I inquired about his and told him that I rather liked red briefs on men ... and he had a couple of pairs which he rarely wore. Some days, we would meet at the car park after work where we'd kiss and fondle each other. My night-time fantasies included me feeling and fondling his dick, kissing it and taking into my mouth. I loved the feeling of it as I explored its shape with my tongue. I couldn't help myself from giving him a blow-job during those furtive moments in the car. He'd loosen his jeans and belt giving me full access to feel his balls and explore the shape of his dick with my fingers too. As I had mentioned, he was not over-sized but bigger than my husband, with an up-turned curve. It really felt firm and smooth and it was lovely to see him physically respond to my touch. I would try to spread my knees to allow his hands and fingers to touch my pussy. I'd always wear small but flimsy panties for him but I never felt satisfied – there was simply no space in the car. It was exciting at first but there was often not enough time to venture to the beach again. We both needed to satisfy each other, but where? I told him when my husband was in town and phone calls between us stopped for a few days during that time. I learned that my husband loved my bald pussy too and making love to him took on a new energy but in the solitary moments which he slept beside me, my thoughts always drifted to my secret lover. Then, suddenly, after my husband left town again, whilst I was at work, I received a telephone message, a SMS saying, "Do you like this one?" with a close-up picture of my lover wearing a small-ish pair of red briefs that could hardly contain his dick. For a moment I sat there in my office initially shocked and somewhat surprised but I could not take my eyes of the little picture on my cell phone. My mind raced – it had never dawned on me that such was possible. It was completely anonymous, except for the telephone number and after a short while, I called him to say that I liked it the picture. "Do you have any more?" I asked. "Of course, but only one – I'll send it to you in a minute. How about you? Can you take one for me now please?" I was in my office, but I was alone. I thought I could and told him so. "I missed you this morning, what color panties are you wearing today?" "You'll have to wait an see, OK? Can I see you after work?" We agreed to meet in the car park – I had plans of taking my very own little picturesque souvenir! I was sat at my desk in the empty office and lifted my skirt and took a number of pictures with my cell phone, experimenting with positions and angles to get a picture with which I was satisfied. I selected two or three and deleted the rest and sent one off. During this picture taking session, I received his second photograph – he was nude and his dick was plain to see in the close-up photograph. It was not fully erect but I was delighted and I wanted to be close to it, to feel it. I sent him two close-up pictures of me in my panties sat at my desk in the office. As we had arranged, we met at the car park and compared pictures and revealed what each would like to see. Of course we kissed and cuddled too and it was not long before I was reaching for his dick – I wanted it, I wanted to kiss it and make him come. He took a couple of pictures of me giving him head, the quality of which left something to be desired in the cramped confines of the car. But I was pleased and he sent them to me. From then onwards we exchanged pictures once a day each trying to take pictures in keeping with each other's requests. He would copy the pictures I'd send to him and he'd send them back to me by e-mail as well as sending his photographs again so that I could store them in my private memory space. We became more and more adventurous with our photos particularly when we missed seeing each other in the mornings. I had been introduced into this clandestine activity by my lover and I was certainly turned on and aroused. I looked forward to his pictures and I know he felt the same – it pleased me that I was pleasing him – I was excited by this new experience and the exposure I was getting courtesy of this man to some lovely and exciting sexual stimuli. It was something I had never dreamed possible and they had become a source of many of my imaginings when I was alone in my bed at night. Where could we explore each other's bodies in a more intimate setting? I was beginning to get frustrated at not being able to find more intimate times to spend with him and being admittedly somewhat naïve to this situation and not knowing anywhere else, I suggested he visit my office one Saturday lunchtime, when I would be alone. He agreed and I made what preparation I could and as the time approached I was getting more and more excited. I wore a pair of small sexy panties, the ones that I knew he liked which just covered my smooth pussy. I was wearing a skirt and blouse when I greeted him at the office door. As soon as the door closed and privacy was assured, we were in each other's arms embracing passionately. We held each other tight and as our bodies pressed against each other, I could feel his excitement pressing against my pussy. Our tongues wrestled and he smelt gorgeous. I ran my hands up and down his back and started to un-tuck his shirt – I wanted to feel the bare skin of his back – it was smooth and not too muscular. Our lips parted a little breathlessly and I led him to the back office and neither of us could keep our hands off each other as I offered him a light drink. I sat on his lap awhile and I have forgotten what we talked about but all I do remember was that it didn't last long. He stroked my thigh with his hand sliding it up until he almost touched my panties – it felt so good, I wanted him to touch them. I had unbuttoned his shirt and was stroking his chest, searching out his nipples and loving every minute of his kisses and of caressing my thighs and back. I was hot for him; I spread my thighs encouraging him to feel my panties and my pussy which was wet with excitement. I fumbled with his belt and together we managed to remove his jeans and tossed them and his underpants to the chair. He stood there right in front of me, still wearing his unbuttoned cotton shirt with his stiff dick peeping from under it as we helped me step from my skirt. He dropped to his knees and caressed my thighs and pressed his mouth to my panties as I stood there enjoying this abandonment. His tongue played with my panties and pussy; his hands caressing my thighs. I pressed his head hard into my pussy and leaned back against the small conference table. I shifted back further on the cool table until I could lay down and spread my legs as wide as I could. I loved what this man was doing; he gently removed my panties from one leg and devoured my pussy. I could feel the warmth of his breath as his mouth closed around my smooth pussy; I could feel his tongue playing with my labia, then searching deeper, sucking and teasing, licking and withdrawing. I wanted this to go on forever. I felt myself climax and still he licked and probed, caressed and kissed and I was enjoying every minute of it. I came again and again, small ones this time but it was a divine feeling having him paying me so much attention in this way. Then, slowly he got up and started to kiss my body up towards my navel then my stomach; he reached for my breasts and caressed them. I had unbuttoned by blouse but not yet removed my bra. I held his head in my hands, keeping it close to my body as he released by bra and began to kiss my now hardened nipples. He played with my nipples with his lips and then our lips met. His face was still a little wet but his tongue reached deep within my mouth – I was imagining the feeling of that same tongue with my pussy and I wanted more. We broke momentarily as he placed his dick against my wet pussy - it felt warm and firm as he pressed it hard against my lips. I wanted him, I wanted him inside me, I wanted him inside me now! He writhed his body allowing me to feel his dick against me all the time as he kissed and fondled my breasts. Was he teasing me? Gradually he slipped down only to cover my pussy with his mouth and suck, allowing is tongue to play with my pussy lips and clit. I could feel that the table was wet with my juices and just then I felt his finger enter my dripping pussy, then two fingers; they reached in and started to gently excite me from within, his tongue and lips still working my clit. I came again and again – this was more that I had expected. I just lay back and enjoyed every minute – my eyes closed and my hands caressing my breasts. I wanted to feel him inside of me and I wanted to satisfy him. I felt his fingers slip from my pussy and with a long passionate kiss to my spent pussy he stood up, and with his hands spread my pussy wide open and I felt his dick slide easily within me. It felt big as it reached in deeper. Slowly, at first, he thrust his dick, in and out, in and out. I tried to squeeze to hold him tight with my lips but I felt a little weak, or perhaps I was too wet. Alas, it wasn't long before he came. A few sudden thrusts and I knew it would soon be over for him. He held my straightened legs against him, hugging my knees with my ankles either side of his neck. He held still, eyes closed. I could feel his dick soften before it slid out. He bent over between my legs and planted a kiss on each nipple before resting his head on my shoulder. I hugged him tightly. This was going to be a lunch hour that I would not forget in a hurry. Minutes passed before anything was said. We were simply enjoying the moment. This was the first time I had made love outside the walls of my bedroom and, with this man, it felt exceedingly good. He had already introduced me to a number of first-times for me and I wondered what else was in store. I was still young enough to enjoy and what a feeling I had! I didn't want it to end and I looked to my next exposure to another little sexual first. My Secret Lover Ch. 05 My weekend, following the interlude in the office, was filled with the memory of his touch, his gentle firmness and most of all his tongue between my thighs. I tried to relive the experience in my mind in the following days and found myself getting wet with excitement at the very thought of even seeing him again at his office window. I wanted to be with him again in a more comfortable and relaxed setting, but the trouble was ... where? It was about this time that, quite independently, we each bought a new cell phone with a camera. As we explored the functions of the phones it was not long before we would discover we could communicate in pictures. I began to experiment and would take some sexy pictures of myself and send them to my secret lover on his phone. I knew his desire to see my panties and over the weeks I began to model each of the large collection of panties that I had amassed. I would send him, perhaps two or three photos throughout the day showing close-ups taken from different angles in different poses. I enjoyed taking the photos as I always had him in mind, imagining him there taking the picture. I felt aroused and experience often led to me bringing myself off. Invariably, as soon as I sent the pictures, he called to thank me and he would tell me what he would like to do to me, how he would like to do it and, like me, he longed to be alone with me in a setting more comfortable than in my office. He also started to send me pictures of himself and we got into a routine of explaining how each of us could and would improve our new found skills. It soon became apparent that I was running out of memory space, as I liked to keep many of the pictures he sent me for my very own private viewing when I felt lonely. He was able to transfer his pictures onto his computer and soon all our pictures could be seen in our e-mail exchanges. Idle time in the office was spent viewing, reviewing and fantasizing about him. I recall once sitting alone in my office wearing panties. I posed for a self portrait and send it to him over the phone. I felt so excited and shortly afterwards it would appear on my e-mail ... he was thinking of me and quite obviously the sexy e-mail messages with the photo fired my imagination even more. It was time to find a place where we could be alone. We used to meet regularly in the car park before I took him to the station; he would step into the passenger seat beside me and we would kiss and engage in small-talk, each knowing that we both wanted more. I would always be wearing a pair of sexy panties for him beneath a skirt, which allowed him to smooth and caress my thighs and touch and feel the panties. "White?" he would question, and I would smile and answer, "No ... red". Sometimes, he would guess the colour correctly, but it was always his light-hearted way to say that he was feeling horny. We would kiss, hard and deep and his hands would gently squeeze my breasts, which I knew was a little awkward for him, but he didn't seem to mind. I would always press his hand onto my knee or bare thigh, inviting him to explore higher. I loved his touch and I loved to feel him gently tug at my panties and slip a finger inside the elastic. I opened my legs as much as I could to allow him to explore and feel my wetness. My hand fell to his crotch and I massaged his now excited dick and I started searching for his zipper. He broke off and unbuckled his belt and loosened his jeans, lowering them down to his thighs; I freed his dick from his briefs and it sprang out, inviting me to kiss it. I grasped it and went down to take in into my mouth. Swirling and dancing, my tongue wrestled with his dick while my fingers circled its shaft and I started to suck him dry. He took out his camera and took a few pictures of me with my lips around his dick -- I wanted that picture. All the time, I felt his fingers trying desperately to enter my wetness -- he just could not reach but managed only to touch my clit momentarily. In the meantime, I was enjoying his cock to myself and soon he signaled me that he was about to cum and he burst inside my mouth. I swallowed ... and knowing how sensitive he would be, I licked him clean but very gently. It was not long afterwards that we left the car-park and I took him to a station which was different to his usual destination and as luck would have it, we both looked at each other with a glint in each other's eye, as we passed a motel that was previously unknown to both of us. "Next time, OK?" he asked and I smiled and nodded. On the way to the station, I held his hand high and tight against my panties and I allowed him to explore. They were loose and I soon learned that while I was driving he was trying to remove my panties! Oooooo this was ... getting me wet and excited. Slowly and deliberately, I allowed him to manoeuvre them from my thighs and soon they were off; he immediately brought them to his nose and drew in a deep breath to take in their aroma. "Love it", he whispered "and they are beautiful" as he spread them on his lap. I knew that he wanted to feel them on his cock but it was just then that we then pulled into the station drop-off point. He returned the panties to me and kissed me as he prepared to get out of the car. "Thank you. I shall think of you not wearing panties, until I see you next." And with that he alighted and disappeared among the people. ***** It would sometime before we had the opportunity to take advantage of our recent discovery of a motel and we checked in. He had asked me to bring a selection of panties which I said I would, as long as he wore sexy red briefs! No sooner as we closed the door, we were in each others arms, kissing and pulling each other together. Unable to keep from touching each other we quickly explored the room, and I wanted to take a shower together ... I had always wanted to make love in a shower! He removed my clothes, pausing to kiss and caress as he also undressed. Once my bra was tossed onto the bed I rubbed my nipples against his bare hairy chest and thrust my pussy against his bulging briefs. I pulled them down and his dick sprang free and I placed it between my thighs as we continued to tongue wrestle. I was wet with excitement; I released his dick and pulled down the front of my panties to allow his dick to slip inside them; my panties cradled his balls and I squirmed as held me tight, caressing my back and slipping his hands inside the back of my panties. I loved his touch and really could not wait any longer; we parted breathlessly and soon we were taking a shower together. We lathered each other's bodies and whilst rinsing under the shower, he knelt down in front of me, kissing my pussy, running his tongue up in between my thighs to my smooth pussy; I thrust my pussy out as much as I could and felt his nose then tongue slide over and tease my clit. It was a wonderful feeling with the warm water spraying over my breasts, down onto his head as he worked his magic. I guided his head with my hands -- I was ready for him. He stood up and it was now my turn to get close and intimate with is hard and erect dick pointing straight at me. I cupped his balls and held his wet and warm and throbbing dick in my hands, as he took him into my mouth. My tongue wrestled as I sucked and thrust his dick as far as I could without gagging. I wanted him inside of me, in the shower. I stood up and raised a leg as we both guided his hard wet dick into my pussy, taking care not to slip on the porcelain bathtub. It went is easily and deliciously. Movement was difficult due to the confined space but we managed savor the moment; he withdrew, to prevent himself cumming too soon; I had already had a number of smaller spasms -- I was loving it , my body was loving it but I surrendered to his pause as I knew that he wanted to prolong the foreplay for as long as possible. We dried ourselves and fell onto the bed. "Did you bring any other panties?" he asked, as his hand stoked my breasts. "Of course!" "Go on, let's see them then." I felt his tongue playing with my nipples, like one would if you were to roll a grape around in your mouth. I reached to my bag and pulled out a number of pairs of panties that I knew were his favorites. He dressed me, one at a time and fussed over them, feeling, kissing, and playing with them on my body. He was like a little boy in a candy store and needed to and took a close-up photo of me wearing each one, back and front views. I enjoyed modeling them for him. I had no idea how arousing being an exhibitionist could be -- I felt myself getting incredibly horny, and my pussy was wet with anticipation. I loved being watched, being seen by him, I felt beautiful, alluring and desirable, all rolled into one; I felt young and so very aroused and excited, just being admired. He was quite obviously very aroused as well and I loved to know that I, and my panties, were the cause of his excitement. He had asked me a few weeks earlier if I had any split crotch panties and not being sure of what they looked like, he sent me a picture of a pair that he had downloaded from the internet. I was intrigued, having never seen any in the shops but my persistence paid off one day when I learned of and visited an adult shop one day. It was my first visit and I was awed at what they sold. I would never had had the courage to enter into such a shop but I admit that I was driven by my desire to surprise my lover and I managed to find a special pair of panties. I had also brought these panties along with me that day. "I have something special to show you", I said, "close your eyes." He did, during which time I slipped on the matching bra and panties. They were small and yellow, mostly transparent with a dainty frilly trim. When I was set, laying face up on the bed I asked him to open his eyes. His eyes lit up as he fell to kiss my pussy and then my nipples. The bra had a hole, the size of my nipples, in each of the sheer cups, and my panties had a matching single circular hole in the front. "Yellow, my favourite color and ... they are beautiful. You look gorgeous." As with the other panties, he kissed and felt and played and photographed them on me and again I felt hot and horny and ready for him. "Do you think I will fit through the hole?" he asked. "Why don't you try?" He gently removed my panties and I was a little surprised when he put them on. He was wearing my panties and his swollen dick just managed to fit through the hole. The fabric cradled his balls and I immediately thought he looked good. He was obviously feeling good and I was now getting very turned on, seeing his lovely dick sticking, erect and ready, from my yellow panties -- I wanted him then and there. I spread my legs as kissed my pussy. I held his head hard against my pussy, let his nose and tongue do their magic. The wiggle and licking of his tongue was already giving me little orgasms; and then he crept up, kissing my stomach and then my breasts. His tongue reached into the holes of my bra and encouraging my nipples to play. I reached down to his buttocks, feeling the smooth fabric of my panties over his butt and soon his dick was sliding into me. I wanted to see. He wanted to see his dick sticking out of my panties as it disappeared within me. He wanted a photo and once taken, he slowly began to move back and forth. I did not want him to stop; it felt good, I felt dreamy as I grasped his hips and moved him in and out. I lost count of the number of climaxes I had had, all were small but everything was so, so good. It was not long before he erupted inside me -- his dick jerked and his body convulsed. I had not come big but I was completely satisfied as his body shifted and he stretched his legs. I was not about to release him from my vaginal grip and I brought my legs together under him. My arms around him, I held him close and my pussy held tight and soon I could feel his dick relax. We kissed and I was happy, I did not want to part. ***** The times spent at that motel became a regular weekly event and we got to know each other very well. I loved to chat after we finished making love and found him always entertaining when he told me stories. Weeks turned into months and what never changed was the fact that I always looked forward to seeing him. We regularly exchanged photos over the phone, almost always pictures of me wearing my panties and I loved to imagine how he would react when he saw them, whether he was excited and horny. I managed also to send short videos of me lathering in the shower wearing my panties, transparent wet. He would reciprocate and he'd often ask what pictures I would like to see. My undoubted favourite was to see his dick close up; I didn't care whether it was erect or not but it did look good when it was obviously partially excited but not erect. He gladly obliged. He posed for self-portraits dressed only in his collection of briefs and boxers, and sometimes in his collection of ladies panties. On my request, I wanted to model some of his panties and when doing so in the motel, I found to be intensely erotic too and of course, we would end up making love in them. ***** One of his many stories he told me after our love-making, seeded a new desire and again I surprised him a few weeks later. I wanted him to give me a sensual massage. I brought the fragrant lavender massage oil to the motel and made my surprise proposal. "Today, I would like you to give me a massage." "I'd love to, but it will probably lead to something else". He winked his sexy wink and I hummed with excitement and smiled. We were soon undressed and on the bed. I lay face up on the bed, naked and shaved as usual and he knelt beside me as I handed him the oil. I was already wet with excitement and anticipation. I was looking forward to my breasts being smothered in oil and caressed and massaged and brought to a satisfying climax as he would oil my smooth pussy with his warm hands. So, I was a little surprised when he first asked me to turn over, face down and relax. Reluctantly I did so and he straddled the back of my thighs, his knees bent at the level of my hips. I felt his partially excited dick lying between the back of my thighs and closed my eyes. He moved my hair from my shoulders and then heard him rub his hands together, warming the oil. His hands ran the length of my back, smoothly with a welcomed firmness. I relaxed on his command and allowed my mind to drift as his hands and deft fingers kneaded my shoulders and back. The aroma of the oil was relaxing too and it was not long before I cast aside my impatience and allowed him to slowly seduce me with his now so satisfying and skillful hands. I was limp and relaxed and started to feel sleepy until he shifted his position lower down my body and concentrated his efforts on my legs; my calves and feet first followed by the back of my thighs, one leg then the other, parting my legs a little to allow him to reach up to my inner thighs. This felt very good, the firmness of his hands and the pressure exerted was exactly right; I was relaxed and I was looking forward to him concentrating on my more needing parts! He straddled my legs again and again felt his dick on the back of my thighs. His hands rubbed my back, which was by now, cooling down a little and having warmed it up again they left my back for the back to my legs, pausing momentarily on my butt cheeks. This was more like it -- I tried to spread my legs a little and felt his now considerably larger and oily dick slide between them as he kneaded my butt cheeks and my thighs. His fingers teased my pussy, oiling it. His hands reached under my thighs either side of my pussy and I could feel his thumb tease the juices from my pussy. I was very wet and wanted him to take me, but I was trapped; his dick was now teasing my pussy from behind, enjoying the added lubrication of my juices. I reached down to my pussy, feeling for his dick -- I found it and pressed it tight against me, exciting me. I could feel his whole body move above me and it seemed as if he was giving me a massage with his body, not only his hands. The oils lubricated our bodies and I closed my legs and tried in vain to hold his dick against my pussy -- I wanted him ... now, but I was really enjoying this full body massage experience too much to care. "OK," he said suddenly, "now to turn over." His dick slid easily from between my thighs and a sleepily turned on to my back. The lights were turned down low and I closed my eyes. I wanted to savor every moment of this sensual and seductive massage. He straddled my thighs and the end of his dick rested against my bald pussy. With added oil and warm hands, my breasts were the next focus of his attention. My nipples stood hard as he gently massaged and caressed my breasts. It seemed that I had been waiting ages for this, but all I could think of was, "what next?" I loved him touching my breasts and after planting a kiss on each, his hands moved down to my stomach which he stroked lightly. I could still feel his dick on my pussy and reached down to touch it. He pulled away, shifted position again -- he was teasing me too! His hands worked my thighs and calves, one at a time. He lifted each knee in turn and I felt his hands firmly stroke my inner thighs to finally reach to my pussy ... he momentarily stopped and played with my wet and oily pussy lips, teasing me, before returning to my thighs. It felt intensely erotic, with my eyes closed, my remaining senses seemed to be magnified. I wanted him inside of me. He bent down and kissed my pussy, with his hands spreading my legs. I could feel his tongue exploring me and searching out my clit -- it was not going to be forgotten in this sensual massage. I came big, as he licked my juices from me and sucked my pussy. I reached down and pulled him up until my lips met his. We kissed and I could feel the oils on his face and the taste of my juices from his mouth. His dick slipped easily inside my pussy and I crossed my legs, scissoring them around his body. He was obviously so pumped up too, that he came almost immediately as I squeezed him tight. It would be a long time before I would forget the first massage given to me by my secret lover. ****** I suppose it was inevitable that the construction work near my house would eventually be finished and my lover's temporary office would soon be removed. The exchange of photographs continued as long as his office remained and I was always pleased to see him at his window when he was there. We would chat and I would pose for him after my morning shower; if I did not see him, he was only a photo away! He would sometime buy pairs of panties for me to wear, which I would gladly do, posing in them and sending photos to him. His e-mails were entertaining and often he expressed his desires, fantasies and imaginings. They would sometimes include pictures and I learned a lot and began to explore more. He introduced me to Literotica and told me of some of his favourite stories; there seemed to be so much I didn't know. If something I read or saw particularly aroused me, I was eager to share it with him and he would do likewise; his fantasies were often simple and easy to embrace, as were mine and we loved to share these intimate adventures in our own private way. His predilection towards panties always appealed to me and I became aroused just knowing how he would react and respond. Despite this, he encouraged me to 'go commando' and tell him how I felt and oftentimes, when we met, I'd tell him when I was bare beneath. He loved to touch me and my bare pussy but not as much as I loved to be touched by him. As he scoured to find some sexy new panties for me to wear. If he could not find a particular something that he had been looking for, he would elicit my help. On one such occasion, I ended up making a G-string of pearls, copying them from a picture that he sent to me from the internet. I wore it for him, delighting in the new sensation that he had introduced to me. Inevitably we would end up making love but other times he would love for me to describe how I felt. This was a bit of a challenge to me as I always wanted to be with him, for me to hear him describing how he felt about what he saw. I was however, becoming more confident in talking about these sort of things, which to me was simply a taboo subject, prior to meeting my special lover. My Secret Lover Ch. 05 ***** Although his office remained, there was markedly less construction activity and soon he was only visiting the site occasionally. He had been transferred to another project some miles away and I saw him a lot less. We would maintain contact and I always made myself available whenever he was scheduled to be closer. Alas, our trysts became less and less frequent but we did manage to meet at the motel on odd occasions. On one such meeting, he had a surprise for me. Before, he had sent me pictures and explained the finer points but here, now, he presented me with my first, very own, vibrator in the shape of a penis. Obviously, I had seen them in the adult shop where I bought the little yellow panties with the holes, but I was far too self conscious and certainly not confident to ask about them. He apologized for not being available to me as often as he had been before and hoped whenever I used this vibrating dick I would think about him. It was about his size. That afternoon, we played with it and photographed it and made love. It was a wonderful feeling having him inside of me, particularly after the vibrator lubricated my pussy beforehand. We christened it 'Jelly' and over the following weeks we referred to Jelly in e-mails and phone messages. It featured in photos and now occupies its own hiding place in amongst my panties, to be taken out and used whenever I thought of my secret lover ... which is often. Epilogue We still meet and exchange photographs over the phone but not nearly so often now. I hope he will discover his story on Literotica one day and learn just how special he was, for contrary to what some Literotica messages may say, this is a true story, and dedicated to My Secret Lover -- thank you darling. I miss you.