Cassie was nervous. She was looking at the chat room list, and wondering which room to enter. It was Friday night and she was alone and lonely. Her friends said they went to chat rooms and found men to play games and have fun. Cassie had never done that. She had gone to chat rooms, but found them dull and predictable. She didn't think tonight would be any different, but she was restless and ready to do more than just chat. She wanted some fun. She wanted a little danger. She wanted to be a very bad girl for once in her life. Scanning the list of member rooms, she picked "Intelligent Men" and clicked.
Immediately she was listed among all the men. It must have been a slack time, because she was one of the few female names. She began reading over the clever screen names, checking profiles and reading the existing chat. It looked so boring, so identical to every chat room she had ever entered, she quickly clicked the exit button. This had been a stupid idea, one that was probably better forgotten. As she started to sign off, she heard the familiar briiiiiing of an IM.
"Hello, Beautiful," she read. The IM was from The Leg Man. She immediately went to his profile. Hmmmmm....married, male, professional, intelligent. Not bad.
They began to chat, instantly falling into a flirtatious mode. He was clever, quick, and funny. She found her fingers flying over the keys as she responded to his questions and asked her own. His name was Patrick and he lived across the country from her. He was married with kids, and the entire family was out of town for the weekend. His responses were charming, playful. They chatted for an hour and then he asked for her phone number. She hesitated. This was something she didn't do. She had only talked on the phone with a few men, and it always ended up badly. But for some reason, she felt like telling him. She would let him call, and see what would happen.
She typed in her number and hit send. He replied that he would call soon. Then he instructed her to sign off, go to her bedroom and remove her clothes. If she wasn't wearing pretty lingerie, he wanted her to dress in something gossamer. He asked that she put on stockings and her highest heels. Then, he instructed her to lie on the bed and wait for his call.
Cassie blushed and laughed, but signed off the computer and moved to her bedroom. She looked into her full length mirror, positioned by the bed, and giggled at the sight of herself dressed in her most comfortable saggy shorts and an old t-shirt. Thinking of Patrick's instructions, she removed her outer clothing and looked at herself again. Ah, a very sensible white bra, white cotton panties...nothing sexy here. She removed her underthings and opened her lingerie drawer. Smiling, she removed her latest purchase and laid it on the bed. As she slid the silky pale blue panties up her legs, she closed her eyes and appreciated the smooth coolness against her skin. The matching demi-bra was almost non-existent, with satin and lace caressing her breasts and exposing an immodest amount of firm flesh. Her pink nipples were hard and barely covered, looking charmingly enticing.
Returning to the lingerie drawer, she removed the creamy thigh-high stockings. Pulling them slowly up her shapely legs, the pretty lacy edges were a marked contrast to her tanned thighs. She walked to her closet, switching on the light and checking her shoe rack. She was short and most of her shoes were sensibly low. But she had one pair, very dressy, very high heels, that she had bought for a special function. Stepping into them, she felt exremely sexy. Now, she swayed slightly as she approached the mirror. This was better. Her body was small, but shapely. The lingerie was shiny against her trim body, her legs looked long and elegant with the heels. She stepped to the vanity, combing her hair down around her face, applying a spray of Escape to her neck and breasts. She walked around the room, lighting candles and turning off the bright lights. Finally, she was ready. Reclining on the bed, she waited for Patrick to call.
It seemed that the phone rang nearly immediately, as if he knew that she was now prepared for him. His voice was low and sexy, and she felt herself hum, just a little, at the thought of what he had planned.
"Give me a vision," he requested. She described her clothing, her body, her position in the bed. "Lovely. You sound lovely. Let me tell you about me. I am 6'. Dark brown hair and eyes, with a moustache that would tickle you. I am a musician with a musician's hands, long, slender fingers. I like kissing and touching. and, as you could probably tell, I am a leg man.
