2 comments/ 11607 views/ 1 favorites Are They Out There? Helping? By: onemoreguy1 She'd been popular in school and managed some college... almost graduated. She'd always been told that she was pretty... and had a great figure. She was funny and enjoyed people. Her personality made friends easily. She was a hard worker... and she'd always been sensual. That does not mean easy or promiscuous. She'd had boyfriends and enjoyed many of the same things that most men enjoy such as hiking, camping, fishing, boating and sports of all types. She also loved ladies passions for dining, going out, dressing well, and being a lady for a man. She should have been any guy's trophy... and she'd wanted it true. Then she'd found herself approaching thirty and took stock of herself. She was a little scared. Many of her girlfriends had married early, and a few had been divorced... a few more than once. She'd asked herself why and thought that maybe she was being to demanding of a mate. So, when the chance finally came she said yes and was married. Sex was good... great... and he was eager. Awhile later she was pregnant and had a little one. Throughout the pregnancy she'd tried to control her figure but when her time got close the weight came on rapidly. She couldn't exercise with a body and a baby... and she wasn't always feeling that well. The baby needed nourishment and she was only slightly over her doctor's prescribed weight gain. They were happy... ecstatic over the baby. It was a new direction to their lives and the baby was cute. Her breasts had been sore during pregnancy and were now filled with milk. Her breasts had grown two sizes and would return to just a single size increase. The baby loved her milk and her breasts. Her husband would fondle occasionally but really didn't give them much attention. Her nipples had always been sensitive, but now became more so...permanently. She took care of the baby and returned to work. Her husband was blue collar and worked hard too. He had developed his skills and was good at what he did. She grew in her job too... but her husband didn't seem to notice. Their sex was less frequent and he slept and lounged more. A few years later a second child was born. The circumstances were similar to the first but with even less husbandly attention. He seemed to not want sex... or when he did it was that famous "Wham-bam-thank you ma'am" type. She tried talking with him. She tried initiating the sex. She tried gratifying only him... but sex continued to decline. Was something wrong with her she wondered? She had put on a bit more weight after the second pregnancy... but guys still enjoyed watching her and talking with her... except hubby. He became more withdrawn from her... and only when he'd become exceedingly horny would he approach her. At those times his favorite come on line was "If you meet me upstairs in awhile we can have sex". It was a marriage that had slowly lost romance, and then slowly lost love. She was hurting and slowly grew to nearly despise him. Toys became her passion... and release for a long time. She used computers at work all the time and finally bought one for the home. Free Internet for a period was included in the pricing and she'd connected the phone line by herself. Hubby wasn't interested in computers. Eventually she began following comments made by co-workers about their Net experiences. She experimented with chat sites and blogs. Finally she found a site for erotic stories and authors... and there was a chat room and private mail. Someone mentioned a photo portion of the site where people posted pictures. She visited and read stories and enjoyed the pictures. Many guys and gals were totally uninhibited when it came to posting photos of themselves and in a few cases there were photos posted by a mate or special other. No limitation on sexual conduct, speech, stories or photos hindered the site. Some stories turned her on. Some photos turned her on. Eventually she responded to a comment... and then two. Soon she was writing, reading and viewing regularly and had made some friends. Guys and gals talked about their lives... their sexuality... openly. She noticed gals and guys posting pictures and openly soliciting content from others. A few actually met for a private meeting... and sex. A few close relationships... a few special others... a few marriages resulted. A few guys propositioned her and a lot wanted to talk. Their language was explicit and they weren't hesitant at all in asking for what they wanted. They also told openly in great detail about sex and sexual encounters. The site even included personal advertisements and open focused sessions where someone could decide what they wanted advice or discussion on. It wasn't long before it had become her favorite entertainment... and crutch in life. She realized that masturbation is common and might even be a sanity reflex. She found that other people experienced similar life situations and concerns. Masturbation became her only release and the computer her friend and portal to that other world. She was begged for photos... and she avoided the begging and solicitation for a very long time, but some of her new male friends were getting release from the other ladies... could she? Eventually she decided to get a digicam and a webcam. She took pictures of herself and experimented with more private pictures. She'd finally yielded and posted a simple picture... avoiding posting her face. She posted a simple frontal photo excluding her face. It was only moments before answering posts urged to post more and told her how interested they were. She even received private messages and emails from guys she'd never seen or heard of before. All of them were eager and a few guys posted pics of their privates... including masturbation and climax photos. She was thrilled by the attention and posted again. Guys wanted photos that were even more risque'... and eventually she gave in there too. In for a pound she thought. She posted upper body shots with her bra on. More praise and more hunger... even a few ladies propositioned or praised her. She felt good as she began to realize that she was still attractive to the men. Should she? She wanted to. Finally she posted a semi-nude showing lots of cleavage... more praise...more requests... more solicitations came. Her breasts were not repelling... they turned guys on... a lot. Another pic... a single breast exposed to the nipple. More attention... more gratitude... more personal arousal. Fully exposed breasts, upper torso... exotic poses... a little photo touchup... guys becoming more rabid. She saw some of her female friends showing 'pussy pics'... why not she thought... and she did. Guys wanted dates... rendezvous...cyber, phone and actual sex. They solicited her for anal, oral, and vanilla sex. They wanted her to post pics showing masturbation... hands... and toys. They asked her to travel and they volunteered to travel. A few were passing through town and wanted her to meet them. She felt good about herself Eventually she showed the site to her husband... but he showed little interest... but curiously he'd started visiting obvious porn sites. Still no improvement in their sex life but he was interested in porn. She began sleeping alone in the free bedroom. She increased her involvement and posted on the site regularly. Her skills in self-photography improved and she became expert. She responded and wrote guys at the site. She finally agreed to a schedule to a guy she'd met. That encounter was a flop for a variety of reasons, and for awhile she'd thought of quitting. But she didn't. She hoped and dreamed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He lived alone, was educated, worked hard... and he was lonely. He had his own place and enjoyed people. He wasn't rich but had an adequate income that was improving. He was outgoing, but enjoyed evenings by himself. He went out with a lady now and again but had grown weary of the dating scene and most of the current crop of available ladies. It seemed that they all had an agenda. Some only wanted to go places and be seen and to have gifts lavishly bestowed... sugar daddies were their dream. Some were looking for marriage and someone to care for them... and that usually included a few kids, too. Some were just withdrawn or uninteresting. Still others had huge accumulated debts and were looking for a way out of them. Some were slobs. Many were married and wanted a fling and some just weren't interested in him. Life is lonely for a single man. He craved company and companionship. He wasn't a prize he knew, but he wasn't broke and didn't gamble, drink or womanize. He was tall and in reasonable physical condition. He was a sexual animal and would masturbate occasionally, but it wasn't his favorite or only pastime. He was also a voyeur of a type and enjoyed watching an attractive lady. He had no bisexual leanings and no limitations at all on physical characteristics in a woman. He'd dated skinny and large, tall and petite, pretty and plain, voluptuous and adequate, redheads blondes and brunettes curried no special favor or attention from him. He liked conversation, devotion, concern, posture, health and cleanliness. A profound devotion to passionate sex, a strong interest in him when with him and interested cooperation in whatever they did together was a very strong plus. He'd proposed and been accepted twice and rejected once before... something would always get in the way when he'd been accepted. He wanted a lady and still hoped to find the right one. This morning he'd wakened horny. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She'd left work early and stopped at the market on the way home. She walked by a strange machine that looked like it was designed to provide your weight and a mystic fortune. She ignored it and was half way past it when she seemed to hear a soft male voice asking her to stop and weigh herself. She was puzzled but stopped and looked back at the machine. It had changed and there were many flashing lights around it. She walked back and studied them for a moment and then started to leave again when the same male voice spoke up and asked her to weigh herself. She looked around and was certain that she must be on Candid Camera or the butt of someone's joke. Other people walked by and paid no attention to her or the machine. Curious... she took out a quarter and dropped it into the slot. The machine told her to step up onto the platform within the circle. As soon as she entered the circle she was seized by a sudden intense desire for pleasure. She could sense the desire all over her body... and her mind could hardly focus on anything else. In a moment she could feel a warming and stroke in intimate areas and a desire for them to continue. For a moment... reality won out over desire and she stepped back out of the circle. Instantly the feelings and warmth ceased. Puzzled... she looked at other people walking in and leaving the store. No one even glanced at her. A lady was approaching and she'd stopped her. The lady asked what was wanted and was asked to step onto the scale momentarily. The woman was puzzled but did step up and then looked back to see what was expected and was asked if she felt anything strange. The woman shook her head and asked what she meant. It was a strange few moments before the woman left shaking her head and muttering. Still amazed she looked back at the scale. Had she imagined it all? She was still perplexed and decided to re-enter the circle. Instantly the desire returned and was even more intense. Her body was being ravished... her pussy was intently involved... as was every other nerve center. She shuddered in sudden climax and then again. An orgasm became a wave and she was intensely involved and not caring what else was happening in the world. Her breasts were fondled and her tongue ravaged. An imaginary cock was stroking... and plunging... and pulsing... incredible! She was having the greatest sex of her life standing on a scale in full public view. She felt hands and heard that same pleasant male voice. His hands were everywhere at the same time and she was caressed, fondled and pleased. Her breasts, her nipples, her tongue, her clit... especially her clit and pussy, but he was in her anus and his hands were on her cheeks as she was pulled tight against a man's firm hips and risen awareness. She could taste him... all of him. She felt his cock in her hand and her pussy and her mouth. He was stroking and he was pleasing her. She climaxed again and again. She knew she was about to cum again when it came from another area... a deeper, longer, more satisfying climax that shook her to her toes and she'd felt herself squirt and as she felt him... he too seemed to cum. As he climaxed she felt it everywhere... she was awash with it... and she could taste the saltiness filling her mouth and throat and running from her pussy. She lost track of time and was completely unaware of anything around her. She was not being touched by anything real and yet... In awhile it began to taper and she quivered from the intensity of what she'd been feeling. Finally it slowed and then stopped. She was back and conscious as she brushed her hair with her hand and watched people pass without glancing at her. She had just experienced the ultimate in sexual pleasure... things she'd heard of and never personally experienced. Her prior experiences had never aroused her even close to this level. She tried to straighten her clothing and yet it hadn't shifted as she stepped out of the circle and was suddenly feeling quite normal... but pleasured. She glanced at her watch and checked the time. It was impossible... the watch read the same as when she'd entered the circle. Now the lights no longer flashed and then went off. She looked long at the strange machine and then stepped back into the circle... nothing. As she started to walk away she heard a strange mechanical noise and then a thunk as a small slip of paper slid out of the machine the way an ATM might provide an accounting of a transaction. She reached for it and then read it. It simply told her to be back at the same time tomorrow afternoon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A gasoline filling station was open to the public on the corner. Behind it was a small stripmall that formed the other three corners of a small square. An open drive with parking ran behind the station, with parking for the small businesses located there. It was an eclectic group of private enterprise. A liquor store on one end may have also owned the property because it had seemed to have more dedicated parking space. All parking was marked and dedicated to the various small businesses. There was a Wedding cake and special occasion bakery, a lawnmower and garden tool repair service, a real estate office, a small thrift shop, a magic Shop, a barber and ended in a small private bar advertising a happy hour with its own special mixed drinks at the opposite corner. For more than five years he'd had his hair cut at this same place. A little old Korean lady owned it and she provided both male and female services. She'd always seemed able to handle three women having their hair done and still cut a man's hair in a reasonable time. He liked her as a barber and had grown to know her rather well. Today as always it seemed, the only space to park was at the liquor store. She'd told him many times to ignore the postings about towing violator's cars because people were always parking in the wrong places but he'd always been a bit leery anyway. He wanted to get home, there was nothing going on there, but he wanted to get home. He'd double parked and waited for several minutes with no one leaving and finally gave up and parked. He left the car and walked back toward his barber without noticing as he stepped around a machine partially blocking the walkway. He was two strides beyond the machine when he heard a soft female voice calling to him. He was puzzled as he turned around. There was no one and nothing except a machine with flashing lights that wanted to provide his weight and fortune. He turned again and heard her inviting him to get his fortune told. This time he walked back and studied the machine...nothing. Again he started away and her voice seemed to implore him. He gave up and deposited a quarter in the machine's waiting maw. As the coin fell he heard her again asking him to step into the circle on the platform. He stepped into the circle and seemed surrounded by light and the strangest sensation. He was being fondled. He stepped down and out of the circle and everything was immediately normal. He looked around and saw no one. He tried it again and this time the pleasure was more intense. Instantly he had an erection and it wasn't his normal erection. This one was intense and he was being touched. Kisses traveled over his body and he was simultaneously experiencing a deep sensual mouth on his own. A tongue queried him and explored. First a tongue's light caress, a mouth kissing his erection and then taking him in deep. He was stroked and cupped and deep throated, and then he felt the warmth of an exquisite pussy's sweetness and sensed its musky odor. He tasted that explicit taste of a woman's wetness and it was so good. His tongue relished in the flavor and he could feel the added dampness. It was as if he were lying with her on top of him as he stood still and was being fucked. She whispered in his ear and moaned loudly and even screamed. He'd lost all awareness of anything around him. He felt her climax again and again and still his own rigid awareness was being pleasured. Her arms and hands were everywhere and he was being coaxed to fill her. Her voice was eager, sensual, soft and more than just pleasant. He wanted her and wanted to please her as his body prepared. Suddenly he was thrusting and attempting to touch but his arms wouldn't move. He had to cum. It was an urgency he had never felt before and he finally yielded. It seemed to go on for minutes as he felt her juices and filled her again and again. Spent of energy and depleted of internal resources the experience began to slow and his penis became flaccid. Suddenly it was over and he was back. He knew his pants would be wet from excretion and was thinking of going home to change as he stepped down and out of the circle. He looked around again and two ladies were approaching just a few feet away. He was embarrassed and glanced at his watch. He shook the watch even though it was digital. The time hadn't changed and yet he'd been here for a very long time. He wanted to adjust himself and cover the wet spot in his trousers as the ladies passed and smiled at him. They hadn't respond in any way different from any other occasion. With their backs toward him as they receded, he glanced around and saw no one and reached to adjust himself. He was absolutely dry and his penis moved normally with no sticky mess to clean up. It couldn't be he thought as he started again to the barber. He heard a soft thunk behind him and turned as the lights went off and a small slip of paper fell from the machine. He picked it up and read it as he walked away. The paper told him to return at the same time tomorrow. He entered the shop and had his haircut. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That night she'd had trouble sleeping and when she did fall asleep it was hearing his voice and feeling his touch. Was it only a machine? Was it her imagination? She'd felt no need to use her toys and had eventually fallen asleep still remembering. She woke late and hungry as she dressed the kids and sent them off to the school bus. Her husband had decided to fix his own breakfast and had cooked only for himself. She'd said good morning and asked how he was. He'd simply said that he was okay and asked if she'd ironed him a shirt. She tried to kiss him and he didn't seem interested. He was going fishing with a pair of male friends and needed to make sure everything was ready for that night. He wasn't angry, he was just not interested in her or her life. Are They Out There? Helping? She was in a hurry to get to work, but only to get it completed so that she could get back to the grocery store. Her day was filled with arousal, dampness and eagerness. She'd had to visit the ladies room several times to dry herself. Her friends noticed a difference and at lunch one of them had jokingly asked if she'd found a boyfriend. She was lost in thought and replied 'Sort of'. Instantly they'd all wanted to know the details. Her inadvertent response had triggered them and she'd spent the rest of lunch explaining that she was merely joking. Still they'd walked away expressing disbelief. Finally the day was over and one of her girlfriends had reminded her that this afternoon was the day they'd agreed to go shopping. She'd begged off and apologized, but she could sense that her friend was hurt. Still... she wanted to... had to... be at the grocery. She'd arrived early by five minutes and walked to the machine. She dropped in the coin and nothing happened. She was puzzled, dejected after the full night and day. She'd been looking forward to it so much. She felt low as she started to walk away... and then his voice again... inviting her back. She almost fell hurrying back and stepping up and into the circle. Again the voice... the experience... more intense if possible. Joy, pleasure, passion all rolled together and her panties were in her jacket pocket. Rapture and yearning to touch him and pleasure him but only she was touched. When she felt the warm caress of his cock entering and the pleasure of magic lips on her joy spot... she tried to reach him and hold him but there was nothing there. It ended the same way with the same slip of paper each day for a week. She no longer yearned for male company or hubby's attention. She lived for the afternoons. The weekend was approaching and on Wednesday a small note had been added. She was told to schedule a trip out of town for the entire weekend and return to the machine on Friday an hour earlier. That night and the two days before Friday just dragged... except the time Thursday afternoon at the machine. She scheduled time away from the family for the weekend and told them she would take a suitcase with her on Friday. She told them she would probably return on Monday. The kids were rascals right up until she left Friday morning when they seemed to cling to her and want her to stay home. She kissed them both and told them to be good for their Dad. He didn't even kiss her goodbye... he was in a hurry to get to work. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There had to be a trick... it wasn't possible. He knew technology and it wasn't capable and so he'd decided that it really hadn't happened at all. Except... there was that piece of paper in his pocket... it was real. He couldn't forget the excitement in his mind... it had to be in his mind... yesterday. He sat in his office and her voice kept popping into his head. She sounded so... real. And her touch was more than he'd ever experienced. She'd known his body...she'd known every nerve and pleasure spot. She'd aroused him to such an intense level that he had to experience it again... her again. Was it a her? Or a machine? Or his imagination? He had to know... he had to! Finally an hour before end of shift he'd decided to return and find out. Now it became hard to concentrate on anything else and it was difficult to hide his constant hard-on. He constantly found it necessary to readjust himself... and force his mind to concentrate on end of day. On the way he found himself in the slowest traffic he'd experienced, or so it seemed. He gunned the engine every chance he got but was held up every red light. Did the city put in aggravation sensors on every traffic light? And turn them red on purpose? He pulled into the parking light at the right time, but it was minutes before he could park. As he hurried toward the machine he could see the lights already flashing as he reached into his pocket for a coin. Nothing... no coin. He stepped onto the platform and her voice told him to pay the machine and then talked no more. He was desperate and there was nothing... wait ... now he remembered that he'd had a small hole in the pocket and transferred his change to the other side. He reached in and found it. He was afraid the machine would shut down as he urgently fed the coin. At last! It wasn't a dream... it was her... she was back and more eager it seemed. He tried to put his arm around her and grabbed air, but she was there touching him. There was the smell of her perfume, her shampoo and her muskiness. She was aroused and he felt the warmth and slight stickiness of her lipstick as she kissed him. Her lips were wet and gentle and then all over his body... at the same time. Somehow she was the most passionate and fulfilling woman he'd ever known Her hands and body were more experienced than yesterday and it was as if she'd learned even more from their last encounter. She went right to work. This time he could feel her hips and cheeks against his loins and feel her reach under and guide him in. It was as if she was standing and had bent over and he was entering her from behind. But then gain it was like she was sitting in his lap, bare and plunging. She was holding him... she was sucking him... she was fucking him...she was kissing him and fondling him at the same time. It was incredible and he tried to stop but he filled her again and felt her climax with him. This time although he felt the stickiness of his cum as he left the machine... he wasn't surprised when he found himself dry as he exited. The machine spit out the slip of instructions each afternoon telling him to return... and he did. On Wednesday he had an item inserted on the slip that told him to pack a bag for the weekend and keep it with him. He wondered about it, and returned for another intense period on Thursday afternoon. On Friday morning he was late for work because it had taken him a few minutes to pack a bag for the weekend. Friday dragged. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She'd brought the bag and she'd gone to work. Waiting for the weekend was killing her. She was a manager and had told her staff that she would be leaving tonight on company business and would probably return on Monday. The guy that handles travel gave her a funny look because he hadn't made any reservations for her or arranged any travel. She just smiled at him and went back to work. She did follow directions and arrived an hour early... fully prepared for pleasure... and further direction. As she mounted the step and entered the circle his voice greeted her and simply told her that she was to insert forty dollars into the machine. She was puzzled and hadn't expected this, but she had two twenties with a five dollar bill and a handful of change in her wallet. What was the money for? Had she been hooked like an addict on drugs? She stepped off the machine and there were no lights and there had been no pleasure. She was disappointed but she did want to participate again... so if that's what it takes she thought as she opened her wallet. She slid the two twenties into the hungry machine and it whirred and clunked and let out a high pitched whine. Nothing happened. She stood staring in disbelief and then decided to re-enter the circle. Still nothing, and as she stepped back down shed felt ripped off. She looked around and was almost in tears as she turned to leave. The man's voice called to her and told her to take her package. A single lamp showed blinking at the base of the machine. She kneeled, grabbed a handle and raised the flap. Inside was a small brightly colored object of odd shape. She took it and studied it. There were no instructions and there seemed no way to open it... if indeed it could be opened. It wasn't heavy at all and she had easily lifted it. The flap closed and the lamp stopped blinking. Had she just bought this... thing? With no use? Maybe it did something special later she thought as she put it into her pocket and started to leave again. Again the strange whir and clunk and she recognized it as the instruction slip about to exit the machine. She waited until it popped out and then read it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Friday the bag was in his car's trunk as he walked up to the machine just as the lights came on. He entered the circle and her voice told him to insert forty dollars into the machine. Forty dollars and twenty-five cents each day and all week? Was he willing to pay forty dollars more for the experience? He decided that he was as he reached for his money clip. He reached over and deposited the money without leaving the circle. Her voice told him to pick up his package as the lights went off. As he stepped down he noticed one lamp was still flashing. It was above a small handle at the base of the machine and he bent over and opened the door. Inside there was a small, odd shaped and brightly colored object. The thing was cold like metal but looked like plastic. It was extremely light of weight as he turned to follow the whir to the instructions he knew must follow. He took the slip and read. It took her almost thirty minutes to get to the address... and it was a motel! A nice one, but still... She parked, brought her overnight bag and entered the lobby and walked to the reception desk. She asked where the room was located that was entered on the slip. The clerk directed her as he glanced at his computer. As she turned to leave he spoke up and told her the room was empty. She came back and asked if he was certain. He assured her that he was certain. She asked him to check again and he started to say that it wasn't necessary when suddenly he apologized. He said there must have been a glitch in his computer because it was indeed occupied. She asked by whom and the clerk read off her name. The mystery deepened. She showed him identification but he declined. He said that her picture was right there in the computer as she registered. She cautiously asked for a key and the clerk handed her a small magnetic strip and said that it would open the door. Thoughtful... she walked to the elevator... and then went to the room. The key did open the door and now she put her bag down, opened it and followed instructions. She put the 'object' on the nightstand next to the bed as directed and then opened the bedding and lay on the sheet as directed. She was ready but nothing happened. She shook the object and hit it with her palm... still nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He followed directions and ended at a motel that he'd known before. When he first came to town he had lived there for two weeks while he was looking for a permanent place. He looked again at the note and realized that even the room number was the same. Was this some elaborate joke he wondered. He decided not to go through the lobby and drove to a space near the room. He would knock he told himself... and just see what happened. As he neared the room he felt a buzzing begin in his pocket and he reached inside. He removed the 'thing' from his pocket and studied it. It was definitely buzzing now. Nothing else was happening so he walked to the door. As he was about to knock when the lock released and the door opened silently. He paused and then walked in. There was a naked lady on the bed. And not just naked but beautiful. Every pound had grown exactly where they needed to be. She was alluring and had been facing the other way, but when she turned over he got the full and perfect view. Suddenly she realized that she wasn't alone and sat up without making an effort to cover herself. They stared for minutes before he walked over and put his object on top of hers on the bed stand... just as the note had directed. The humming stopped. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She'd expected something... perhaps a repeat of her last week... but in the comfort of a bedroom. She'd been studying the room and hadn't heard the door open. She wasn't certain but it was almost as if someone was behind her. Perhaps as a result of the conditioning from her web experience, she didn't jump or try to cover herself when she saw him. He was tall and kind of rugged looking... perhaps handsome in a way. He too had one of those brightly colored things... and then she noticed something else. Below his waist sprung an instant bulge and by its size he was quite a man. She watched as he strode to the stand and joined the two things. Then he started to speak and it was him... the voice she'd been loving. Her hand went to the wetness between her legs and she touched herself unknowingly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He watched as her hand traveled to her pussy and she touched herself as he started to speak. He'd asked her something but couldn't remember what. She gasped and then responded with a voice he recognized. How had she tricked him? But as he watched he really didn't care. The full breasts, soft tummy, magnificent buns were those he'd envisioned. As he heard that partial word he recognized her soft sensual voice... it was her. Like her... and fully unaware he began undressing. They each watched the other and as soon as his briefs had cleared he had one hand around his rigid member. She made room for him on the bed and as he sat... music from the objects filled the air and they were joined again. Her body was exactly as he remembered it. Her kiss and fragrance the same delicious memory. He longed to taste and explore. Before he knew they were in each other's arms and the exploration began. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was better than either of them remembered because they were each able now to touch the other. This wasn't sex... it was a joining. They possessed each other fully. They tasted, fondled and pleasured each other. He tasted and then she did. She was on top and then he was. She climaxed even harder and more often than the entire week. He enjoyed her breasts, ass, pussy and lips. They kissed and tasted each other and finally he exploded within her and she joined him. They were each raspy as they were catching a breath and despite his climax he still wanted more. He was flaccid as he pleasured her and soon his strength was returning and she was working him. They hardly ate that weekend and before they left Monday morning they swapped addresses and telephone numbers. She'd told him about her husband and children but he didn't care. He cared about her and her happiness. She picked up the roomkey and he told her to leave it because the maid would return it and then he reached for the objects. He picked them up and walked back to her. They embraced and locked lips in a kiss as the objects hummed. Suddenly they stopped and watched as one disappeared into the other and then there was a soft popping noise and the objects were gone.