It was early in the evening when I settled down at my brand new desktop computer to check some email and then visit a few chat rooms. I had hoped to run into one of a few of my lady friends and perhaps have a little online fun. While the cyber fun was a far cry from the real thing, my current lack of any real things in my life made it the next best thing.
After popping in and out of a few of my favorite hangouts I got lucky and ran into a certain LaceLady96, a very interesting woman and talented writer, at least by cyber standards. Based upon the descriptions she had supplied in some of our earlier play, she was a stunning five foot nine inch red-head, with presentable breasts and soft, furry red pubic hair.
While fully aware she could really be a six foot nine two hundred sixty pound linebacker, I kept the image of that furry red pubic hair in my mind whenever we talked. Of course I was a six foot surfer guy, with a six pack stomach, bright blond hair and well tanned skin. I sent her a picture of Tab Hunter and fortunately she was too young to recognize him, so I bashfully accepted her compliments when she said I was a hunk.
Anyway, after a bit of verbal foreplay I could tell she was ready for a bit of collaborative storytelling, so I quickly slipped off my shirt, shorts, underwear and stretched the fingers on my left hand so I could switch to some one handed typing when needed. The slight delay in her on screen responses indicated she had done the same.
As I mentioned before, LaceLady96 had a gifted flair with her words while playing, but she remained completely predictable in that whatever we did, wherever we were, we always stumbled into the tried and true 69 position. Of course, I never complained, savoring the soft feel of her furry red pubic hair on my nose.