Whilst young, the main character and all others featured in this erotic tale of many topics, are over eighteen years of age.
Chapter 1
As the final waves of the self-induced orgasm washed over the stunningly attractive blonde she clicked the mouse button and her PC screen went blank.
Other than removing her finger from the mouse she didn't move. She remained exactly as she had been as she'd climaxed. Laid back in the leather office chair in front of the glass topped desk, a hand was still cupping one of her small breasts the other was between her legs. She also didn't adjust her clothing. The blouse remained undone, she wasn't wearing a bra. The combat pants, with the elasticated waist, were left around her ankles and the pretty, pale blue, lacy panties stayed half way down her shapely thighs.
As she lay there, so the feelings and emotions that were becoming quite familiar to her filled her mind. The thrill of "talking" to an almost total stranger in a chat room. The arousal as he became more and more intimate and the excitement as she felt herself responding. The doubts, of course, but also the intensity of a man saying such stirring things to her. The release she gained when her hands roamed her body and the satisfaction when she brought on her climax. But after there was always the guilt and the remorse, the feeling that she'd demeaned herself. Demeaned herself with the man but more so to herself. And they were particularly strong today for the man she'd cybered with was still in his teens. True, his late ones for he was over eighteen, but still young enough to be her son who was just two years younger.
But as Sara at last moved from the chair and rearranged her clothing so the reconciliation and justification began. It was her enormous sexual frustration that caused this, or so she figured. The frustration brought about by the lack of sex between her and Liam her corporate lawyer husband. The frustration caused by him seemingly having lost his sex drive. He blamed that on the murderous hours and demanding traveling that the job required. He was rarely at home before eight or nine in the evenings, often had papers to read when he got home and one week in four was spent at the firm's New York office. As a result sex between them seem to happen pretty much only when they went away for the occasional weekend or when they had holidays which, nowadays, as Liam fought hard for his partnership, were few and far between.
When she thought back to the early days of her marriage she realised, that compared to many, they were not that active and were certainly far from adventurous even then. But Liam was a very conventional man and Sara came from a solid middle class English background. Such things were just not talked about. And she admitted freely that other than in the bedroom their marriage was fine. He was an excellent provider, a caring father to their two children and really a good friend to Sara. He was generous, not that she needed that for she had money in her own right, generally very caring and considerate and never questioned what Sara did with her time or what she spent on clothes or the house in Highgate, a very fashionable part of inner North London.
All in all it was a good marriage. Certainly from the outside looking in. They were rich, had a lovely house, a boy of sixteen and a girl of fourteen both of whom had gained entry to good public schools where they boarded. They attended grand functions through Liam's work, ate at the very best London restaurants and when they traveled it was first class and in the top hotels. They generally got on well, rarely rowed and certainly in public gave the appearance of being the perfect couple.
But the lack of sexual action was becoming wearing to Sara. To be truthful it had been wearing at her for almost five years now and it was beginning to tell. She was almost permanently frustrated. Frustrated to the point that some days she walked around just like a dog in heat and often found herself masturbating two or three times. Hence the chat rooms. Finding those a couple of years ago had been a godsend to her. A new way of giving vent to her sexual needs without recourse to having an affair. But as time went on she wasn't at all sure that she wouldn't succumb to having another one. The sexual pressure on her was becoming so strong that she was afraid that if the right man came along, as they had just on four years ago when she'd had two affairs, she'd start another relationship. But they were so messy. The lies and excuses, the pretence and the subterfuge so messed up her mind that the pleasure she'd gained wasn't probably worth it. That's why she was at present so fighting against giving in again.
The chat rooms, though, had influenced her in other ways for they'd opened her mind up a lot. Given her a different perspective on sex. Introduced her to the erotic. Shown her that there were so many people out there with fetishes and a really deep interest in an amazingly wide range of variations on the common theme of sex.
It wasn't just chat rooms, but they certainly played a part, in her also finding a determination a year or so ago to do more with her life. She'd taken up tennis again and had started having golf lessons. She'd toyed with salsa or ballroom dancing but steered away from them in fear of what her reactions might be when in a man's arms being held close to him.
She'd taken a big plunge though by going into business. She'd started a food shop and posh café in the Docklands area of London and although it never really made much money it was a great outlet for her. Organising and managing and using her mind to overcome problems had been a great stimulus to her and had given her a very strong feeling of independence. It was there that she met Amanda with whom she became such good friends. So good that Amanda would pop in most days for a coffee. So good that now and then they'd have a drink or dinner together. So good that Amanda, a very good golfer, gave her a few lessons. And so good that slowly Amanda seduced her.
They both knew it couldn't last. But they both enjoyed it. Amanda, though by no means very experienced, was by her own admission, "probably bisexual" but Sara hade never been with another woman. She was, though, a willing seducee and during the affair an avid participant. They still saw each other from time to time and both knew that one day they'd probably end up in bed again although they'd brought a halt to the frequent sex that had charaterised the first few weeks following the seduction
The affair, apart from opening up her sexuality, also seemed to give Sara more confidence. She felt more empowered and liberated and her views on self gender sex and erotic matters in general widened very significantly. So that, together with her chat room activity really had changed her to the point that sometimes she felt she was living just for sex.
"The fucking trouble is," she often muttered to herself, "is that I don't get any."
Pulling her combat pants and panties up she went into her bedroom and showered. As she ran the soap over her slim, but nicely rounded body, she thought about the eighteen year old boy with whom she'd just masturbated. On his cam she'd seen his lean, muscular body and had visualised herself crushed against it. She'd seen him cum and then watched in amazement how within fifteen minutes he was hard again. Hard enough for them to play out a scenario in which they pretended they had sex. Well really they did have sex though of the very modern electronic kind, she smiled.
She'd been using chat rooms as a masturbation tool for a while now. She was beginning to lose count of the number of times and the number of men that she'd "cybered" with and was starting to worry that she was losing control. But did it really matter she pondered as she walked into her large bedroom naked? "So what if I fuck half of London via a screen?" She reasoned, "I'm not hurting anyone and quite frankly I enjoy and more importantly need it."
"Hello S."
"Phil, how are you?" she asked down the phone to her sister. Phillipa, who lived in Canada.
They chatted away bringing each other up to speed with family gossip until her sister said.
"I've got a favour to ask S?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"Well Glenn's coming to London for one semester as part of his degree course and I wondered if he could stay with you. It's only for six weeks or so?"
"Of course he can, he'll be most welcome but you know that the kids are both away at school so it'll be pretty boring for him."
"He's there to work hon not have fun," Phillipa laughed.
"When's he arrive?"
"Actually it's all rather sudden and he'll be there in two weeks.
