I met Oliver, or Ollie, roughly 8 years ago, although I had never really met Ollie, not in person anyway. We met in a chatroom online and connected instantly. Over the years we have wandered in and out of each others lives, always there for the other when called up on but with no permanent attachment.
Even so, it was always more than just a friendship, we both felt a kind of attachment to the other, an intimacy rarely found between two people, especially over the internet. At first we just texted for hours, about everything and nothing. Eventually the texts started to probe a little, exploring each others sexual likes and dislikes, fantasies and desires which led to us no longer talking about "I'd like to try..." but "I'd like us to try..." I could talk to Ollie about my deepest secrets, my fears, my wants and never felt any judgement. I could share every intimate thought with him. Then words became images, pictures of where we were, what we were doing, leading to pictures of what we were or were not wearing.
I think we both always had a desire to meet in person, to see if the spark was real, but the timings never worked out. Maybe that was the truth or maybe it was an excuse. Ollie was the ultimate fantasy for me and I didn't want to ruin that.
Recently we hadn't been in contact for months, but I decided to still send him the obligatory Happy Birthday message we traded every year though, a small, simple gesture to tell him he's on my mind. The response came a day later, a topless photo in a darkened room with the caption "Hi beautiful, I'm thinking about you too x" The flirting continued, mingled with general conversation, as we begun to approach my birthday, exactly 2 months after his. This was how we always were with each other.
Then the conversation led down a different path, which all started with the text "I know its your birthday soon, I would love to buy something sexy for you. Something you can wear and think of me." This was a new step in our relationship. He started sending me pictures of things he thought I'd look good in and between us we chose a midnight blue set which was more string than material. The bra all lacy with no padding or underwire and string harness detailing to accentuate the shape of the your breasts. The thong was also lacy, with matching string detailing over the hips.
The parcel arrived a few days later and I quickly sent a picture of the packaging to Ollie.
"God, you are going to look so sexy in that, it's already turning me on to know you will be wearing something I chosen and bought for you."
"Well if you're lucky I'll let you see me in it too."
"Of course you have to share my purchase with me, it's only fair!"
Just the thought of receiving such a sexy gift from Ollie stirred an aching feeling below as I became increasingly turned on, as I told him this, I wanted to know what he would do to me if he were here in person.
"I hope it fits, I can't wait to see you in it. I haven't looked forward to something this much in a long time...If it fits do you promise to wear it for me when we meet?" Meet? We hadn't seriously talking about meeting up in a couple of years. "Imagine wearing that underwear, and having me there kissing your neck."
"This underwear?" I sent Ollie a teasing photo of my in the bra.
"Oh wow! I love how your boobs look in that."
"Tell me more about kissing my neck..."
"You're stood in front of me as I kiss you, and kiss down your neck to your chest, running my lips over the thin material covering your perfect breasts."
"Just thinking about that is getting me wet babe, keep going."
"I tease your nipples through the bra until I feel them getting erect then continue to work my way down your silky smooth skin to your naval. I hear your breath catch, and slowly start to work my tongue back up your body, leaving you wanting more from me."
"You can't stop there!"
"Don't worry, I'm not finished with you. I slowly work my way around your body, taking in the sight of your toned bum framed in blue lace. I lower on to my knees, trailing up your legs with light kisses and nibbles until I hear a quiet moan escape your lips just as I reach your thighs. I know what you want from me, but not yet."
"Please?" I pleaded, as I sent a second photo, this time of my bum wearing my new thong.
"Before you get your release I want to know what you would do to me."