Chapter 1 -- I am seduced online
After my divorce I was embarrassed and depressed. Both my sons had left for college and I was alone at home. I felt that nobody loved me.
Working as a teacher helped, I think, otherwise I would have been a hermit, staying at home feeling sorry for myself. Work forced me to interact with other people, both the pupils and the other staff. This was good, but I still felt alone - I wanted someone to love me.
A fellow teacher of mine suggested I try online dating, and after some persuading, I decided to give it a try. I answered a few of the requests, but none of them really seemed for me. I couldn't believe some of them -- the suggestions they made about wanting to.... "make love to me"... although those were not the words they used.
I guess I had always been a bit of a prude. I had met my ex-husband in college and he was the only man that had ever seen me naked, and he was the only man whom I had seen in the nude. During our engagement I did allow him certain "privileges", but I would not engage in intercourse - I was too afraid of getting pregnant. I was a virgin when we got married.
I am quite shy about my body and had always only made love to him in the dark in our bedroom. Over the years he had suggested other places to "do it" such as on the dining room table or over the arm of the sofa, but I had always refused. He even wanted me to suck on his cock, but I thought that was ridiculous -- nobody would ever do that. And as to going out without panties on -- well that was just not going to happen!
I was devastated when my husband told me that he was having an affair with a woman at work, and was leaving me. My whole world fell apart. He told me that I "had not been a wife to him" and that she (the office slut) was taking care of his needs. Shortly after that he moved out of the house and a few months later we were divorced.
I pursued the online dating and began to correspond regularly with one guy who seemed to be very nice. John was very complimentary of my profile picture, telling me that I was very attractive. Over the next couple of months, he became somewhat sexually suggestive, but not to the point where it drove me away. During one conversation he mentioned a site that posted stories about people's real sexual encounters. This piqued my interest as I felt that I was very naïve and needed to learn more if I was to eventually meet a man I liked, and wanted to keep him happy.
I went to the site and read some of the stories. I was shocked! People actually did these things? Women sucked on men's cocks, and the men would lick them "down there"? They would make love in all sorts of places, even outside -- and some women even wanted to have two men make love to them at one time!
Despite my shock, I found myself sexually aroused while reading the stories. Maybe I had been missing something for all these years. I found my fingers wandering down to my pussy and stroking it, wishing a man was touching me there.
John asked whether I had visited the site, and what I thought. I admitted, shyly, that I had, and that it aroused me. We began to chat about sexual matters and eventually he asked whether I would send him a picture of me in something sexy. I refused at first but he was very persuasive, and very complimentary. I didn't want to lose him so I figured out how to make my camera take pictures on a timer and put on a skimpy nightdress. I took several pictures in different poses, then took a look at them.
I thought I looked pretty good. At 53 years old I was still slim, with long legs and a 34B bust. Although my breasts are small, they are still firm. In one of the pictures I was leaning towards the camera and you could see down my front to the tops of my breasts. I boldly selected this one to send.
I almost immediately got a reply. He said I was beautiful and shouldn't hide my body. He told me that I aroused him. I was a little taken aback by that, but I was also flattered! Nobody had ever told me that. I sent him the other pictures I had taken and he was effusive with his nice comments.
About a week later, he asked me to take some more pictures, and if I would show a little more of my gorgeous body.
Encouraged by his flattery I went ahead and took more -- some in some other lingerie I had where I thought I could see a hint of my nipples showing through -- some in a matching pair of black bra and panties. The panties were very skimpy and the bra pushed my breasts up and together. They had been given to me by my ex who had asked me to wear them out with a low cut blouse -- but I had refused.
John continued to tell me how beautiful I was, and eventually asked me if I would take my bra off and show him my "perky" breasts. I thought long and hard about that. Nobody but my ex-husband had ever seen them. But I told myself not to be a prude --what harm could it do. I wanted to please John as he was the only person I thought had feelings for me.
Nervously, I got the camera ready and put on a short, satin nightdress. I took a pic of me in this, then pushed the straps down and slightly lowered the neckline to just above my nipples and took another. I was trembling a little as I then lowered it more, revealing my boobs. I noticed my nipples were very hard as I took the next one. I finally dropped the nightie to the floor and took another with only my panties on.
As I transferred the pictures to the computer I looked at them. I actually was quite proud of my breasts, firm and not sagging at my age. I attached them to my email to John and hesitated over the send button. I had to almost force myself, but I sent them. John was now the second man to see my breasts. I felt a twinge in my pussy at that thought.
I didn't hear from John that evening, and was very disappointed. The next day I took my tablet to school, wanting to check my email throughout the day. Between classes I looked, but heard nothing. Did John not like my breasts? Did they turn him off? That was all I could think of all day, and it was hard to concentrate on my lessons. I wondered what the boys in the class would think of their prim and proper teacher if they knew I had exposed myself like that.
Walking down the hall at the end of the day I passed the Assistant Principal, Mr. Marshall. As usual he stared at my boobs -- I thought him a bit of a pervert as I was much older than him. I always looked back at him in disdain. He was a jumped-up little twerp who liked to throw his weight around. Yet this time I squirmed, thinking about him seeing them naked like the picture I had sent to John. As we passed I turned my head a little and saw that he was checking out my ass in my skirt.
After supper, alone at home, I went to check again. There was an email from John! I nervously opened it and........ he said he was stunned with my pictures. He went on to say that I had made him so horny he had to jerk off! Far from being scandalized by that, I was actually flattered. There was a man out there that liked me that much!
Then I noticed there was an attachment to his email. I clicked on it and a picture opened..... a picture of a hard cock in front of a computer screen with me on it, naked except my panties. I stared at the cock -- it was only the second cock I had ever seen, and it was hard from John seeing my boobs. My hand went down to my crotch and I rubbed myself. I felt myself very wet from pussy juices.
Sitting at the computer I stared at the picture as I unzipped my jeans and eased them off. My hand, seemingly of its own accord, slipped down inside my panties and stroked my clit. I was so turned on -- this man wanted to "fuck" me! The word "fuck" was one I had never used in the past, but had seen it in a lot of the online stories, and it somehow made me horny.
As I frantically inserted two fingers in my pussy I stared at John's cock and murmured to myself, "Fuck me John! I need you to fuck me!" It did not take long before an orgasm racked my body and made my panties, and the chair very wet.
I emailed John back telling him how thrilled I was that I turned him on. At my age I thought I was past that. John emailed back complimented me on how firm my breasts were. Then he asked if he could see me without the panties on. Somehow I knew he was going to ask that!
"Well," I thought, "In for a penny, in for a pound."
I set up the camera and stripped all my clothes off. I felt very naughty, yet very aroused. I took some pics of me standing naked, with my legs slightly spread, and emailed them to John. He replied that I was getting him very aroused too, and asked me to take more in various poses he suggested. He had me lay naked on the bed and spread my legs, then spread with my knees up and spread. Then he had me lay down on my stomach and spread my legs, pulling my ass cheeks apart so he could see my pussy.
Putting these on the computer I looked at myself -- I looked so lewd, my pussy wide open for John to see. The photo of me on my stomach with cheeks spread showed both my pussy and my ass. I hoped that didn't gross him out. Sending them, I tentatively asked him to send me back a pic of how he responded to them.
He didn't respond that evening and I took my tablet to school again. When I had a free period I checked my email -- he apologized that he had not answered but said he had been using photoshop. I wasn't sure what that was until I noticed he had attached several pictures. As I looked at them I felt my pussy getting wet under my skirt. They showed his hard cock against the monitor, right up against my pussy. Then I opened another and it looked as though is cock was buried in my twat! It looked like he was fucking me!
I looked around at the class. Several of the students were looking back and me and I could feel myself turn red. Quickly I turned off my tablets -- I couldn't have anyone else see those pictures.
John and I went on like that for weeks. He even sent me a dildo (I didn't know what that was until I got it) and had me take pictures of me using it, pretending it was his cock. It felt really good up inside me, especially when I set it on vibrate, but it wasn't like the real thing and I didn't have him there to hug. He got me into using dirty talk -- with words like fuck, cunt and cock. I fell into the habit of taking my tablet to school every day to email back and forth, telling John what I wanted him to do to me.
