A Distant Touch Part 2 

The rest of the day passed in such a daze. How could this have happened to 
me? One minute I was sitting at my desk, Kerry Lincoln, Senior Associate, 
professional, capable, respected (I think) and hopefully liked too. Then an 
email arrives from someone sitting by a pool thousands of miles away who 
I've never met. Next thing I know I'm literally stuck to my seat swapping 
obscenities before finally making my unsteady way to the Ladies for the most 
incredible orgasm of my life.

I had been tempted to head home "sick" straight away, and I might as well 
have done the amount of productive work I managed. But a little voice 
somewhere inside was just strong enough to say I had to keep some control, 
that this could be even better if I didn't succumb completely.

So I waited, sure the total transformation in the way I felt must shine from 
the very pores of my skin. I was burning. As it was, twice more during that 
long hot day my imagination got the better of me, and I found myself back in 
the Ladies, my skirt around my waist, my fingers feeding and punishing the 
need I felt in my sex.

Then, it was time to leave. On the journey home, everyone I saw was 
transformed too. That middle-aged woman over there, does she dream about 
kneeling on all fours being taken repeatedly from behind by different men? 
That young man, reading the French newspaper, does he have a girlfriend who 
ties him to the bed and fucks herself stupid on his captive cock? Suddenly, 
after years thinking it was only work and friends and family, everyone was a 
sexual being again.

There was no time for a shower, or food, just a bottle of water and my 
computer taking the most incredible length of time to start up. How many 
different screens do they need to taunt me with before I can log in?

It was only as I was connecting to the internet that some doubts crept in. 
Perhaps that was it? Rob had managed to score a chick by email, and even now 
he was sitting in a bar bragging to his mates that he'd got me to talk about 
"my cunt". Even as the computer told me I was connected I felt a wave of 
shame and weariness. How could I be so stupid? Something so simple, so 
perfect, so compelling, couldn't be for real.

But as I powered up Outlook, an email was waiting. From Rob. "I'm here, 
could we talk on Messenger this time, it's even more fun?" I took a long 
draw of water. The game was on again.

For a while we just swapped pleasantries, the banality of our conversation 
in stark contrast to what we had previously been saying. But then I realised 
that, no matter what the medium, this was a second date, and if I had met 
Rob in a bar we wouldn't have immediately dived into last night's fuckfest.

Having said that, Rob was a skilled and smooth operator, and just as in our 
first sexual conversation he was able to seamlessly take me from innocuous 
safety to that dangerous place I so badly wanted to be.

"When did you get home?"

"About half an hour ago," I lied.

"Still in your work clothes then?"

"Yes." Actually as the computer was booting I had slipped my skirt off, 
seeking the comfort and freedom I'd been denied during the day, but there 
was no need for me to be brazen right away.

"Aren't you going to ask what I'm wearing?"

"Sorry." Why did I keep apologising? Okay, I knew why - I was nervous and 
inexperienced and I hated feeling like I kept letting Rob down. But I wanted 
to stop it, relax, enjoy being guided to where he wanted me to go. "Let me 
guess. Nothing."

"Actually I have some boxers on. You have a dirty mind Kerry."

"Well maybe you should take them off then." He wouldn't mind, would he, if I 
made suggestions too? If I was "dirty", would that turn him off?

"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours."

I was quickly naked, and it felt strange there in my little living room in 
the early evening with the curtains drawn, the electric glow of the computer 
bathing my skin in electric blue. I felt vulnerable.

"God I wish I could see your naked body, Kerry."

It felt good, being the recipient of such desire. "Well you can't - you'll 
just have to use your imagination. Not that there's anything much to 
imagine, anyway."

It had slipped out of my fingers, onto the keyboard, just as easily as it 
would have done if I'd been sitting next to Rob in a bar. And I felt the 
same sense of frustration at my own stupid inability to keep my mouth shut. 
Sure enough it's true - I'm skinny and pale, not any man's idea of a sexy 
woman. I never seem to get the sneaky and sometimes not-so-sneaky glances my 
more voluptuous friends claim to find so tiresome.

Even worse, Rob didn't need to know. In the bar there's no disguising my 
lack of curves. But he was thousands of miles away, on another computer, 
with nothing more to go on than a thumbnail from the company website. I 
could have been Rixie Dixie 34DD and he'd have been happy and none the 
wiser.

I actually cursed my computer. Would I never learn?

"Actually, Kerry, a little bird tells me that you are `petite but hot'."

For a moment I was confused, and a little frightened. How the hell could 
anyone be telling him anything like that? But then I remembered how we'd 
first started emailing - Mike Chambers. The nice but quiet guy in my team. 
No doubt Rob had asked him to give him a full description. My first reaction 
was anger. How dare the little creep eye me up? But I looked at the 
description, sitting there on the last line of our conversation. `Petite but 
hot'. That was cute. I liked being that. I even liked the thought of Mike 
thinking of me like that. Temporarily at least, I had an epitaph.

"Did Mike say that?"

"Yes. I think he has a thing for you. I didn't tell him anything about 
earlier on - I'm a gent I promise."

Mike, a thing for me? I'd never really thought of him that way. Work and 
play didn't mix. He wasn't so good looking, but he looked after himself, and 
if you could get him to talk he had a wickedly dry sense of humour. I liked 
Mike liking me.

Thinking all these thoughts had made me slow to respond. It was funny, 
during the day and then on the way home, I was so turned on, so filled with 
the buzz of what was going to happen, that I was sure I'd only last a couple 
of minutes before I was cumming hard, slumped exhausted over the PC. But now 
we'd started I was enjoying taking my time, and the control that the 
computer gave me. I seemed to be a better cyberlover than I was in real 
life.

Whatever, Rob interpreted my silence in an entirely different way. "Are you 
touching yourself, Kerry?"

I blushed, but his impatience was exciting.

"A little," I lied coyly, but even as I clicked "Send" my left hand was 
sneaking down to stroke my inner thighs, my usual prelude to self-pleasure.

"Me too."

"Are you hard?"

"Yes."

"Are you holding your hard cock in your hand and wanking yourself, Rob?"

"Yes."

"Would you like me to wank you with my hand, Rob, feel your hot stiff cock 
between my fingers?"

"God, yes."

"I enjoyed you cumming over my face before, Rob, feeling your hot spunk 
shoot off all over my upturned face."

"It felt so good. Are you wet, Kerry?"

I moved my fingers to stroke down the folds of my sex. "I'm soaking, Rob. My 
pussy is soaking thinking about you wanking your hard cock."

In my - quite limited - real life sexual experience, I had always been so 
passive, uncertain what to do, concerned anything I did do would turn my 
lover off. Much easier, it had seemed, to go along with what they were doing 
(within limits), than risk ruining everything by saying or doing the wrong 
thing. Sadly my desire to please never seemed to help my lovers enjoy 
themselves that much.

But now, with all the safety and security of online sex, I was free. I could 
tell Rob I'd like to be taken from behind by an entire football team, and 
the worst that could happen is he'd log off forever.

"God I'd like to fuck you, Kerry."

"Mmm." It was true. I was enjoying our game, but it had been much too long 
since I had experienced the electric sensation of rigid manflesh sliding 
tight and hot inside my pussy. "Fuck me right now, Rob."

"Tell you what I'd really like, Kerry..."

"Yes?"

"To fuck you on all fours, me kneeling behind you with my hands on your 
tits, slamming my hard cock into your wet pussy."

I had never liked doggy-style. It had always seemed so crude, so impersonal, 
not even looking at your lover as you invited him into your body, pushing 
your bum up towards him obscenely.

"You want me like a bitch, on my knees and my cunt wet and juicy for your 
cock?" It was so satisfying, a few taps on a keyboard and I knew way over in 
Australia my sudden sluttishness would make Rob's cock jerk up even harder, 
if that was possible.

"Fuck, yes."

"I'm kneeling on all fours for you, Rob, a horny little slut who wants you 
to fuck her hungry little pusspuss from behind."

"Do it for real. You got a vibe?" How little Rob really knew me, however 
intimate we had suddenly become. Anyone who had met me would know that the 
idea of Kerry Lincoln walking into a sex shop and putting down cash for a 
sex toy was laughable.

"Ha."

"Well what do you normally use?"

"My fingers."

"But sometimes, right, just your fingers isn't enough?"

"Maybe ;-)"

"So what do you use then?"

"I do have my favourite hairbrush..."

"Go get it for me. I want you to kneel on all fours in front of the computer 
and fuck yourself with your hairbrush for me." I wondered if good real sex 
was like this, one minute one partner taking the initiative and driving 
things on, the next minute the other?

I rushed to my bedside table, feeling like a thoroughly naughty little girl 
as I ran around my apartment naked in preparation for fucking myself for 
someone. "I'm back."

"Describe it for me."

"Dark wooden handle, about an inch across and maybe nine inches long. It's 
not as big as a cock..." I was about to type in "Sorry" when I realised Hell 
No, the guy was getting me penetrating my sex with a household object. Size, 
on this particular occasion, didn't matter, "...unless you're going to 
disappoint me ;-)"

"I think I can beat that. ;-) back to you. Okay, Kerry, I want you to cum 
for me on all fours, fucking yourself with your hairbrush. You can cum again 
soon, right?"

"I should think so."

"Mmm. Okay, Kerry, I want you to kneel on all fours on your chair, facing 
directly away from the computer. I want you to expose your pussy and that 
sexy bum of yours to the screen. Then fuck yourself with the hairbrush with 
one hand, and frig yourself off with the other."

"Write me something?"

"I'm kneeling behind you, Kerry, my hands holding your sexy white bum 
cheeks, my hard cock pushing in and out of your slick pussy. It feels 
incredible, fucking you like a bitch, Kerry, feeling your cunt so hot and 
wet, and I'm going to pump load after load of my hot white spunk in your 
cunthole."

I turned and knelt as I had been told. Whereas before this position had felt 
cold, wrong, now, as I bent over and felt the cool harsh glare of the 
computer light on my bottom and pussy it felt so right. I was utterly, 
gloriously debased - fucking myself for a stranger, my hairbrush in my cunt, 
the most intimate parts of my body revealed to the mute glow of the screen.

I had no need of the words Rob had written me. The knowledge I was being a 
slut was enough to send me quickly over the edge, my legs trembling as the 
waves of my orgasm fought my aching muscles as they kept me in my awkward 
position on the chair. I flopped back down, careless that the juices 
flooding from my cunt would stain the chair.

"Fuck that was good."

"Tell me."

Trembling, I spelled out the gory details for Rob, and as I did so I could 
feel that all too soon I would be ready for more.

"How about you? Are you okay?" I asked. Before, with a real lover, I would 
have been worried, anxious that I was in some way disappointing. Now, it was 
simple regard for my lover's needs.

"I'm okay, for the moment. It isn't so easy for us boys :-( "

"I'll be sure to make your one as good as mine."

"Can I ask some personal questions then?"

"Sure."

"You ever had an experience with another woman?"

I laughed out loud. Men. "Sure. When I was younger me and my best friend 
learned about `doing it' by feeling each other up at sleepovers."

"Really?"

"No. Why are all men convinced all women are closet lesbians? And why do 
they want them to be?"

Rob ignored the gibe. He had an agenda. "So you've never fantasized or 
wondered about sex with another woman?"

"I didn't say that...;-)"

"Well have you?"

"Given the amount of imagery in the mass media devoted to the male fantasy 
of two attractive women locking lips, it is difficult for even the most 
confirmedly heterosexual of women not to have considered what a little 
girl-girl action would be like."

"So you have?" It was cruel of me. I had just had a sensational orgasm, and 
poor Rob was sitting in his room at whatever time of night, his cock in his 
hands and desperate for some release.

"A little."

"Tell me."

"There's someone at the office, I find her kind of sexy." Perhaps I should 
have been careful, there was the Rob-Mike link after all, but in the warm 
afterglow of my cum it was actually exciting to take such a risk.

"Tell me about her."

"Her name is Susie. It's a bit embarrassing, she's actually my PA."

"Ooh, the boss has the hots for her personal assistant!"

"Terrible, isn't it?"

"Tell me about her."

"She's in her early twenties. Very different to me, I think maybe that's why 
she interests me. Medium height, blonde hair down her back, lovely rosy 
skin. And she has such a lovely figure, all curvy and sexy."

"She sounds nice. Even if I prefer my women petite but hot."

":-)"

"What do you think about her?"

I couldn't tell him that. It was all very well, the cybersex comfort zone, 
but even so, I was sure he'd be shocked.

"Oh, the usual," I lied. "What it would be like to kiss her, to play with 
her breasts."

"That turns you on, does it, your PA Susie lifting up her top and offering 
you her breasts to touch?"

"Yes." The interlude was over, and the game was on again.

"Would you like to suck Susie's nipples, Kerry?"

"Yes."

"Roam your hands over her back and run them over Susie's firm round ass 
cheeks?"

"Oh God yes."

"Feel Susie's hands slip inside your panties, brushing through your dark 
curls to your wet waiting pussy?"

"Mmm."

"Have you seen Susie naked, Kerry?"

"Yes."

"Tell me about it. Describe your PA's naked body to me."

"It was on a work awayday, we'd been windsurfing and Susie and I were 
getting changed. Although she's often quite tanned I don't think she 
normally goes topless because her breasts are so creamy. She has quite wide 
brown nipples. Her bum cheeks are white so I don't think she wears thongs 
either. She's shaved her pussy hair into a little vee at the top of her 
pussy. I couldn't really see but I think her pussy hair is darker than her 
head. Fuck she's sexy."

"God yes. What would you like to do with Susie's sexy naked body, Kerry?"

I took a deep breath. Perhaps Rob was ready now, to hear what nasty thoughts 
his supposedly oh-so-innocent online lover had? "Okay. I can't believe I'm 
going to tell you this. I only hope it turns you on as much as it does me. 
Later that day we went off mountain biking, and Susie and I got behind the 
others. She looked so incredible, in her shorts and tee-shirt. Anyway she 
pulled off the trail and announced she had to pee, would I mind standing 
watch? Normally I wouldn't have thought anything at all about another woman 
doing that, but I think because she'd looked so magnificent in the changing 
room I was a lot more heightened to her, sexually. So she headed off behind 
some bushes and although no-one on the trail would have seen her, she wasn't 
that hidden from me. I tried so hard not to look - I'm her boss for God's 
sake, she couldn't catch me peeking at her going to the toilet  - but I 
couldn't help myself, I stole a couple of glances, and I could see her 
lovely tanned legs, her shorts and panties around her ankles, the curves of 
her flanks and the creaminess of her ass. I was rooted to the spot. And then 
- this is so embarrassing - she turned around and she must have seen me 
staring at the naked lower half of her body and she just smiled. I looked 
away, of course, but my face was burning for ages and I know she must have 
seen me perving at her. She was sweet as anything, and I think she probably 
didn't think anything much of it. I guess she's used to being stared at. 
Does that gross you out?"

"No. I'm rock hard. You look so prim and proper in that picture. Underneath 
you are the dirtiest girl. So you think about what you saw when you're 
touching yourself?"

"Sometimes. It turns me on to think about watching Susie pee. Sometimes it's 
what I actually saw, sometimes I make it up more, and from the start she 
knows I'm there, that kind of thing. You really like me thinking stuff like 
that?"

"If only you could see my cock now, Kerry. I've gotta cum so bad. Do you 
want to cum again, maybe writing for me about Susie?"

"Do you want me to write about her peeing?"

"Fuck yes."

"She could be squatting on the ground in front of us, ready to pee."

"She's slipped her panties off, so we can watch properly."

"Then she shyly opens her legs a little, Rob, and we can see how creamy her 
skin is around her neat little trimmed pubes."

"Get her to show us her breasts. Tell your PA to show you her full creamy 
tits, Kerry."

"Fuck her tits are so sexy, Rob. Now I'm reaching down to pull your cock 
from your shorts. You're so hard, your cock feels so good in my hand, I'm 
wanking you slowly and Susie is watching me play with your cock, Rob."

"Mmm."

"Now we're standing closer to her, so your cock is near her pretty young 
face. I tell her to pee for us - I tell Susie, my sexy young PA to open her 
legs wide and pee."

"Go on."

"I'm wanking your cock slowly right in front of Susie's face, Rob, her face 
is turned up towards you and she is offering it, she's so pretty and all she 
wants is for me to wank you off so you shoot your hot cum all over her face, 
all the time emptying her bladder onto the ground for us."

There was no reply, and I concentrated on my own need, my fingers slick and 
urgent on my clit. Part of me focused on the image I had created, another 
part imagined my online lover's hand on his cock, moving up and down so 
desperately as he imagined defiling my PA in this way.

I started to spasm, frantic and insane, my mind filled with even more lurid 
images I was sure I could never share. Eventually, when the tremors had 
subsided some, I slipped back on the chair. It seemed the seat of the chair 
and all of my thighs and groin were slippy with my juices.

"Good?" Rob asked.

"Mm. Incredible. You?"

"Yeah. You're so nasty, Kerry, I love it."

"I'm a good girl really ;-)"

"Sure. Same time tomorrow?"

"Yes." I felt more sexually satisfied than ever before, and there wasn't 
even anyone else in the room. But even now, as Rob and I enjoyed the 
honeymoon of our online relationship, the feeling between my legs told me 
that I would soon need more than an old wooden hairbrush to satisfy me.

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