Preamble: 20 years ago...
It all started twenty years ago. Tom was a French student, Nadine was a French au pair, and both were in London. They met one day thanks to a common friend. He was a dedicated student, quite clumsy in the company of women, quite a brain, fairly well built, but a 19 year old virgin. Still he had deep blue eyes that made wonders. She was barely a year older, but definitely more mature. Thin, sensual in her manners, she felt uncomfortable with her small chest but compensated this minor detail with the most exquisite smile.
After their first encounter at their common friend's house, they called each other every now and then, met a few times all along the spring semester. But him being clumsy and her being unsure of herself, nothing really happened, although there was a lot of sexual tension between the two of them, sexual tension that both had to release, once home alone, through frantic masturbation, and both ignored what the other really felt and did.
However at the end of May, Nadine went back to France and Tom stayed in London for his exams. Soon, he received a passionate letter from her (in the early nineties, email was barely in use). In two long pages, she told him about her feelings, about how much she regretted nothing had happened between the two of them. Tom replied in four pages, with as much passion, that he had the same feelings, the same regrets. After a few letters, they decided both would meet in August and spend the month together on holiday, mid-ways between her place and his, in Brittany.
But while Tom was on a summer job in July, he received a short letter that made his heart sink for several months. Nadine was telling him in a few lines that she was cancelling the summer holiday and that she was due to get married within a few months with an old high school flirt of hers. That night, Tom went downtown, drunk heavily and woke up in the bed of a girl barely of age; he had lost his virginity and did not remember any of it.
Chapter 1: Very recently...
"Nadine ##### wants to add you to her friend list. Click here to accept."
Tom nearly had a heart attack as he read those words. He was now in the computer business and had his mail on day and night. So he read the message as soon as it arrived in his inbox. But what to do? Of course, after twenty years, he was over this first dramatic love story. He was now married with two children, had had his fair share of lovers in his life, but what on earth did she want, and how come she was reappearing now? Oh, what the heck, he thought, it's just a social network, she just want to increase her number of friends in her friend list. And so did he click on OK to this friend request and tried not to think too much about it for the rest of the day. Still, he took time to check out her profile photo and notice she had barely changed, as thin as before, the same wide communicative smile.
The night after however, he could barely sleep. Old emotions were resurfacing, and not the painful ones, but only the pleasant ones, the pleasant moments they had shared, the dreams they had had. Around 3am, he got out of bed, making sure not to wake up his wife and hid in the bathroom. His brain was filled with lust; his cock was hard as if he had not made love for years. He leant against the wall, closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around his manhood, imagining it was Nadine's fingers, and slowly masturbated himself to an intense orgasm.
Meanwhile, Nadine was in her living room, unable to sleep. Her children were fast asleep, her husband away for work like every weekday. She had opened Tom's profile to have a recent photo of him in front of her eyes. He still had these deep penetrating blue eyes that made her melt, and she was literally melting in front of her computer screen, her pussy was dripping on her seat, and the more she stared at Tom, the more she dripped, and the more she dripped, the more she touched herself till she exploded in a violent orgasm.
*Bleep*
Nadine: Bonjour :-)
Gosh, Tom had not cut off the chat and was about to receive a customer in his office. He promptly replied
Tom: Bonjour :-) I can't answer now, but if you are online tonight, I'll happily chat with you. Around 10pm?
Nadine's fingers were shaking over her keyboard. What was she doing? She remembered the shattering orgasm she had the night before. What was she doing? She was sure to be online at 10pm; her husband wouldn't be here, the children would be in bed. But should she be continuing what she had just started?
Nadine: OK, 10pm. I'll try to be there.
That evening, during dinner, Tom was not much in a mood. He could not handle all the ideas in his head, his love for his family and the passionate lust that had overtaken him the night before, for an old flirt that had crashed his heart. His wife did not hassle him about it, she knew her husband could be grumpy at times because of work. He'd go in his office and work most of the night as often, she thought. And Tom did. He kissed the children and his wife to bed and went into his office. He switched his computer on and checked if Nadine was online but she wasn't. So he decided to answer some mails while waiting patiently.
*Bleep*
Nadine: Good evening :-)
Tom: Oh, good evening :-) It feels so strange, 20 years after!
Nadine: Yes, I know, but apparently social networks can do marvels!!!
And their chat went on gently for two hours. They caught up on each other's life: family, work and other details. Every now and then, one would compliment the other on the fact that they had not changed, either physically or intellectually. It was a bit of a lie, each had grown up, each had a few wrinkles, Tom even had a few extra pounds but they both laughed about it. They decided to exchange a few recent photos.
Nadine hesitated, then decided on a photo: the previous summer she had gone to a party and she had a lovely summer dress. When Tom received it, he was in for a shock.
Tom: Oh my God! You are gorgeous!!!
He spend a few silent moments examining every detail of the photo: her long legs, her thin body, her nude shoulders, the posture was simple but sensual... He felt a twitch in his pants; his manhood was awakening, just like it had the night before.
But what kind of photo could he send in return? He opted for a summer photo too and posted it. Nadine did her best not to dribble on her keyboard as the image sprang on her screen. Tom was standing in the middle of a swimming pool, staring back at her, his hair wet, his piercing eyes staring at her, his large shoulders and slightly hairy torso glistening with drops of water.
Nadine: May I return the compliment!!!
She too went silent. Examining every detail. Marvelling at Tom's nipples, relishing his full lips, and imagining her fingers in his hair... she was already dreaming she was in the swimming pool with this man, taking his swim pants off.
*Bleep*
Tom: are you still here?
Nadine: yes, sure, sorry, drifted off...
Tom: I'm sorry; I'm keeping you up late
Nadine: no, it's OK
But both were fantasizing about the other, hoping it was reciprocal, but not daring to ask if it was or even mention it. They kept chatting for another hour, and then decided around 2am to close the session.
Tom: Goodnight Princess