Time-keeping has never been my strong point. There again, I would never have described it as one of my principal weaknesses before, either. And let's face it, there's a pretty long list of candidates in the 'weaknesses' category -- so what happened last Friday afternoon was a shock in more ways than one. Okay, so I wasn't exactly 'keeping myself to myself' or 'busy minding my own business', but nor was I doing anything flamboyant or acting the show-off. It was an accident, nothing more, nothing less. There was no pre-planning, no deliberate risk-taking, no weighing the odds and no educated guesses. Come to that, there wasn't much in the way of smart thinking, either.
I could try blaming 'MariaV', I suppose, but that would hardly be fair. When I started to chat to that particular lady, I had an inkling about where our discussions could lead, but I took the chance and that makes what followed all my fault. Let me explain.
It was two-thirty on that Friday afternoon when 'MariaV' appeared on the list of chatters present in the 'household' room of the adult website, and I sent my normal 'welcome' message to the apparent newcomer. By two-forty, we were deep in conversation, having already managed to find out that we are both thirty-five, both have husbands who work away a lot, both have nineteen year-old sons about to leave home for university, both have open, enquiring minds -- and on that particular day, both had a real heavy case of horniness. Fifteen minutes into our chat and I was checking my watch to make sure that there was plenty of time before my son, Ben, was due home -- the chat was becoming increasingly naughty and increasingly pleasurable, and I wanted to make sure that I wouldn't be in danger of being interrupted for an hour or so. Happy that there was at least an hour and a half before Marcus was scheduled to make an appearance, I settled down and cranked up my 'fantasy fun' settings.
I'm not trying to make excuses for myself, my behaviour, but I promise you that my new friend was so tuned in to the way I was thinking -- and me, her, I guess -- that it was like exploring my own mind as I chatted. Or maybe, my own libido and my own fantasies... She had a turn of phrase that resonated deep within me, a way of phrasing her thoughts that sent messages straight from my eyes down to my groin. Putting it simply, MariaV made me wetter than any other woman has ever done before.
Our chat became more and more heated, and yet we managed to maintain some degree of restraint. It was like the ultimate tease, sending each other higher and higher towards the peak of release... before easing back just enough to leave every nerve tingling with anticipation and excitement and our bodies hanging precariously over the precipice of our increasingly necessary climaxes. We were diving deeper and deeper into each other's minds, gently but inexorably guiding each other up and along a spiral of ever-increasing arousal, our ever comment sending pulses of pure excitement along our singing, tingling, vibrating nerves.
I was giddy with excitement, allowing myself to surrender to the emotions in a way that I had never before even been tempted to do. At some point I slipped off both my t-shirt and the constricting bra beneath, the cool air adding even more to the wild sensations that were flowing across the plains of my fevered mind. I hitched up the short, pleated skirt that I was wearing, the fingers of my left hand slipping under the waistband of the lightweight cotton panties that barely covered the hot, moist centre of me. My right hand continued to type away, thrusting and parrying MariaV's comments as my left thrust and toyed at my feverishly aroused womanhood.
We teased each other, MariaV and I. We explored the naughtiest thoughts that we shared. We opened our hearts and minds to each other. We cast off the shackles and restraints that normal society seems to confine us to. And we had so much in common. So many naughty, wonderful, hot and desperately exhilarating thoughts and feelings.
We let ourselves go -- and yet managed to keep from falling under the spell of that final orgasmic step, managed to hold back the ever-increasing pressure of the climax that was so desperately trying to swamp us. We teetered on the very brink, nerves shouting their excitement, every touch of my fingers against the super-sensitive flesh of my womanhood threatening to bring forth an explosion of earth-shattering proportions. And still we resisted, helping each other defy our needs now, as much as helping to make them all the more necessary.
We chatted about so many subjects, but now, as struggling against the inevitable became ever-closer to impossible, we began to focus more and more on the wildest thoughts and sensations that we both shared. We didn't just open up to each other, but to ourselves, as well -- to thoughts and fantasies and feelings that we had never even admitted to before, even in the privacy of our own minds. And as those comments gravitated ever more into the taboo zones, the mounting pressures rose and rose to heights I would never have conceived of as possible.
I lost track of how we were arriving at each new revelation. I lost track of how each tiny revelation led to each new surge of arousal. Reader... I lost track of time.
Reality had lost all meaning. My mind was fully engaged in the fantasies and emotions that MariaV and I were sharing. Even the noise of Ben's key in the front door, and the clatter of his shoes on the wooden boards of our hallway, failed -- at first -- to bring reality back into focus.
Then it came flooding back.
