ODMS
08-19-2009, 11:58 AM
Before anyone asks - this IS a true one.
I met a woman online four years or so ago, we chatted but she did not want to have sex, she just had vague fantasies about stuff she wanted to try.
So after some chatting I floated one of my fantasies past her and she lept at it.
This is sort of how it worked out. It is not 100%, but the events happened this way as far as my dirty recollection allows.
I went to the Museum as planned and agreed, and walked through the doors and turned up the stairs towards the large, ornamental clock. I had stood there many times over the years - it was close to the school I went to, watching people wander about the Museum had been something I had done for as long as he could remember. It was just a ntural place to have fantasised about!
Today was different, though, very different.
The woman was too interesting NOT to flirt with, and she was more intelligent than the usual chat room types. When I had mentioned my Museum fantasy, as a passing joke against myself, she had reacted, and I was soon telling her this and that fantasy I had developed over the years.
One involved two strangers agreeing to a meeting in this very Museum, her wearing a smart front-buttoned dress and high heels, but nothing under the dress. I described his fantasy in some detail, starting with meeting by this clock, and suddenly she had responded that she would
love to do this one day. Being cheeky, I had suggested the first day I had a free morning, the Wednesday (I think) and had been stunned when she had said "10am".
"How will I know you - I have never even seen a photograph?" he asked. Her reply was that, if she was there, how many women wear front-button dresses and high heels and stand by the clock at 10am? So there I was - totally nervous.
Waiting.
I Got there ages early of course. By the time it was only ten minutes to wait - I was really starting to sweat and wonder.
There was no sign of any woman on the ground floor, nobody looking up at the clock or me, nothing.
When it got to five minutes to wait - I was wondering more. I looked all round the hall - but of the few women around, none had dresses like he had described. I started to feel deflated, sure she was a no-show, let down, and a bit angry (mostly with myself for having believed her).
But at one minute to ten, there was a click click of feet on the stair. He looked round, and coming DOWN the stairs from the floor above was a rather elegant and sexy woman - in a light, summery, gold patterned dress with buttons down the front. And high heels. You bet my heart rate went through the roof.
She ignored me totally, but came to stand beside me, staring across the ground floor hall with me. The scent of her perfume caught me by surprise - light and elegant like she was, being honest it made me even more excited than I had been.
The clock struck ten times.
As the echoes of the last note faded, she stood up again and started to wander through the back galleries.
SO, as agreed, I followed, sometimes behind her, sometimes tracking
her on one side of a row of cases as she strolled along the other side. Soon, we got to a quiet gallery full of Egyptian relics and displays.
She started to examine a particular display closely, and leaned forward to see it more closely. Making sure that I was watching, but nobody else was around, she pulled the top of her dress wider - DAMN she had undone those buttons at some point!!! First one perfect breast was exposed, then both of them. My breath was tight then, and I had to hold onto the case tight to stop from swaying - what a gorgeous, perfect pair of breasts! Even my favourite colour, I realised.
The woman held herself open for maybe 30 seconds, then straightened. She wandered here and there in the gallery for a few more minutes, but nothing else was shown.
She wandered here and there, then stood looking down on a row of dead animals, leaning on the rail. I moved beside her, and having checked nobody else was about, softly placed my right hand on her rear. I explored the curve of her cheeks, and was assured that she did, indeed, have no panties on under her dress. Even as I stroked, she stood, and moved off again. "yup" he thought "that was
about the sixty seconds I was promised".
Then she wandered through more galleries, and turned to go upstairs. She stopped to look at a poster, and a group of schoolchildren passed as she stood. Then, when the stair was quiet, she began to climb. As she got to the middle of the first segment, she simply lifted the back
of her dress, and flicked it from side to side as she walked.
Her naked bum wiggled only inches beyond the reach of my hand - but the deal was no touching here! I did struggle to keep from patting that rear though.
She continued to wander from gallery to gallery, until she entered a quiet corner display area. She eventually chose a corner spot, standing at a radiator positioned between two display cases, and from where she could see the two entrances to the room, and peer down to the floors
below. She stood facing forward.
So I walked to her left side, and leaned beside her. I blurted some rubbish about the weather, trying to keep cool. And I put my hand on
her rear again. Her voice trembled, but she replied on how nice the summer had been. So I started to tease the back of her dress up, trying to talk some sense.
When I had the back of her dress fully up, I stroked the crease at the top of her leg and bottom of her bum cheeks.
I nudged her to open her legs wider, then wider again - she obliged, her voice trembling more. She chatted about her planned holiday. I kept chatting and started to circle my fingers over her smooth, warm, soft and fit rear and over the tops of her legs. When my fingers eventually
found her excited core, I was really aware how truly excited and ready she was.
We kept chatting and misbehaving! My finger slipped the slightest distance inside her excitement now, then I had to go closer to her and slid my hand down the inside of her leg, then circled my fingers lightly inside her leg, then slid my hand back up. This time his finger slid a millimetre or so further in her heat than before, flicked it softly
back and fore, then moved my hand back.
She shivered.
So we kept on talking about anything except what we were up to!!! But her replies becoming briefer, more trembling, and punctuated by small gasps as I raised her temperature more. Each time I pushed my hand up my finger went inside her a bit more than before.
I found that just flicking her lips and the sensitive trigger was creating
ever more shivered reactions from this lovely woman. Then, without any warning, after many minutes of teasing, I simply slid my finger fully inside her heat - and held it still. THEN I lifted it gently but firmly, and she rose with me and gasped.
Now I was hugely roused too, but I held her there like that for a few seconds, then slowly lowered my hand - and she followed.
Her face was deeply flushed now, her lips tending to curl as he teased, her breathing sharp and fast. I moved my hand slowly now for a few seconds, then stopped. She froze, and then I did that thing where I swivelled mys wrist so that my thumb rested on her anus. She gasped slightly, so I started to tease her other hole - softly but steadily, working round it and inserting my thumb slowly in. When I had inserted
it as far as the first knuckle, I pressed my two short fingers
forward onto her trigger and started to move my longer and
middle fingers again.
I moved faster and faster, watching as her fingers got whiter and whiter. She was squeezing the handrail so hard to stop from making any noises that she must have been hurting her hands, but she managed not
to make more than the most muffled squeaks.
Then of course I was totally convinced that she was nearing her climax though, her colouring, her breathing, the curling of her lips, the
flickering of her eyes, all gave her away. I teased her higher and higher, until I felt her body shiver and tremble. Now I concentrated on fingering everything in reach, forgetting my lust and totally concentrating
on hers. She seemed to keep coming for ages, but it was probably
little more than a minute overall. Then I helped her cool down, reducing the teasing hand movements, but very reluctant to stop.
After a few minutes, though, she was recovering her composure. Suddenly she straightened her arms and squeezed her legs, forcing me to withdraw.
She said nothing, simply looked at him, smiled faintly, and walked off. As agreed.
I waited stood for a minute, I had to or I would have had the most obvious bulge! Then I went quickly through to the main top gallery where I could see the front door. She went across the hall from
the stairs, never looking back, never looking up, and then out the revolving doors. I watched as she went down the stone steps at the front, and along the street out of sight.
I remember that then I smelt my hand ...
And then I got my car and drove home to go back into our usual chatroom ....
I met a woman online four years or so ago, we chatted but she did not want to have sex, she just had vague fantasies about stuff she wanted to try.
So after some chatting I floated one of my fantasies past her and she lept at it.
This is sort of how it worked out. It is not 100%, but the events happened this way as far as my dirty recollection allows.
I went to the Museum as planned and agreed, and walked through the doors and turned up the stairs towards the large, ornamental clock. I had stood there many times over the years - it was close to the school I went to, watching people wander about the Museum had been something I had done for as long as he could remember. It was just a ntural place to have fantasised about!
Today was different, though, very different.
The woman was too interesting NOT to flirt with, and she was more intelligent than the usual chat room types. When I had mentioned my Museum fantasy, as a passing joke against myself, she had reacted, and I was soon telling her this and that fantasy I had developed over the years.
One involved two strangers agreeing to a meeting in this very Museum, her wearing a smart front-buttoned dress and high heels, but nothing under the dress. I described his fantasy in some detail, starting with meeting by this clock, and suddenly she had responded that she would
love to do this one day. Being cheeky, I had suggested the first day I had a free morning, the Wednesday (I think) and had been stunned when she had said "10am".
"How will I know you - I have never even seen a photograph?" he asked. Her reply was that, if she was there, how many women wear front-button dresses and high heels and stand by the clock at 10am? So there I was - totally nervous.
Waiting.
I Got there ages early of course. By the time it was only ten minutes to wait - I was really starting to sweat and wonder.
There was no sign of any woman on the ground floor, nobody looking up at the clock or me, nothing.
When it got to five minutes to wait - I was wondering more. I looked all round the hall - but of the few women around, none had dresses like he had described. I started to feel deflated, sure she was a no-show, let down, and a bit angry (mostly with myself for having believed her).
But at one minute to ten, there was a click click of feet on the stair. He looked round, and coming DOWN the stairs from the floor above was a rather elegant and sexy woman - in a light, summery, gold patterned dress with buttons down the front. And high heels. You bet my heart rate went through the roof.
She ignored me totally, but came to stand beside me, staring across the ground floor hall with me. The scent of her perfume caught me by surprise - light and elegant like she was, being honest it made me even more excited than I had been.
The clock struck ten times.
As the echoes of the last note faded, she stood up again and started to wander through the back galleries.
SO, as agreed, I followed, sometimes behind her, sometimes tracking
her on one side of a row of cases as she strolled along the other side. Soon, we got to a quiet gallery full of Egyptian relics and displays.
She started to examine a particular display closely, and leaned forward to see it more closely. Making sure that I was watching, but nobody else was around, she pulled the top of her dress wider - DAMN she had undone those buttons at some point!!! First one perfect breast was exposed, then both of them. My breath was tight then, and I had to hold onto the case tight to stop from swaying - what a gorgeous, perfect pair of breasts! Even my favourite colour, I realised.
The woman held herself open for maybe 30 seconds, then straightened. She wandered here and there in the gallery for a few more minutes, but nothing else was shown.
She wandered here and there, then stood looking down on a row of dead animals, leaning on the rail. I moved beside her, and having checked nobody else was about, softly placed my right hand on her rear. I explored the curve of her cheeks, and was assured that she did, indeed, have no panties on under her dress. Even as I stroked, she stood, and moved off again. "yup" he thought "that was
about the sixty seconds I was promised".
Then she wandered through more galleries, and turned to go upstairs. She stopped to look at a poster, and a group of schoolchildren passed as she stood. Then, when the stair was quiet, she began to climb. As she got to the middle of the first segment, she simply lifted the back
of her dress, and flicked it from side to side as she walked.
Her naked bum wiggled only inches beyond the reach of my hand - but the deal was no touching here! I did struggle to keep from patting that rear though.
She continued to wander from gallery to gallery, until she entered a quiet corner display area. She eventually chose a corner spot, standing at a radiator positioned between two display cases, and from where she could see the two entrances to the room, and peer down to the floors
below. She stood facing forward.
So I walked to her left side, and leaned beside her. I blurted some rubbish about the weather, trying to keep cool. And I put my hand on
her rear again. Her voice trembled, but she replied on how nice the summer had been. So I started to tease the back of her dress up, trying to talk some sense.
When I had the back of her dress fully up, I stroked the crease at the top of her leg and bottom of her bum cheeks.
I nudged her to open her legs wider, then wider again - she obliged, her voice trembling more. She chatted about her planned holiday. I kept chatting and started to circle my fingers over her smooth, warm, soft and fit rear and over the tops of her legs. When my fingers eventually
found her excited core, I was really aware how truly excited and ready she was.
We kept chatting and misbehaving! My finger slipped the slightest distance inside her excitement now, then I had to go closer to her and slid my hand down the inside of her leg, then circled my fingers lightly inside her leg, then slid my hand back up. This time his finger slid a millimetre or so further in her heat than before, flicked it softly
back and fore, then moved my hand back.
She shivered.
So we kept on talking about anything except what we were up to!!! But her replies becoming briefer, more trembling, and punctuated by small gasps as I raised her temperature more. Each time I pushed my hand up my finger went inside her a bit more than before.
I found that just flicking her lips and the sensitive trigger was creating
ever more shivered reactions from this lovely woman. Then, without any warning, after many minutes of teasing, I simply slid my finger fully inside her heat - and held it still. THEN I lifted it gently but firmly, and she rose with me and gasped.
Now I was hugely roused too, but I held her there like that for a few seconds, then slowly lowered my hand - and she followed.
Her face was deeply flushed now, her lips tending to curl as he teased, her breathing sharp and fast. I moved my hand slowly now for a few seconds, then stopped. She froze, and then I did that thing where I swivelled mys wrist so that my thumb rested on her anus. She gasped slightly, so I started to tease her other hole - softly but steadily, working round it and inserting my thumb slowly in. When I had inserted
it as far as the first knuckle, I pressed my two short fingers
forward onto her trigger and started to move my longer and
middle fingers again.
I moved faster and faster, watching as her fingers got whiter and whiter. She was squeezing the handrail so hard to stop from making any noises that she must have been hurting her hands, but she managed not
to make more than the most muffled squeaks.
Then of course I was totally convinced that she was nearing her climax though, her colouring, her breathing, the curling of her lips, the
flickering of her eyes, all gave her away. I teased her higher and higher, until I felt her body shiver and tremble. Now I concentrated on fingering everything in reach, forgetting my lust and totally concentrating
on hers. She seemed to keep coming for ages, but it was probably
little more than a minute overall. Then I helped her cool down, reducing the teasing hand movements, but very reluctant to stop.
After a few minutes, though, she was recovering her composure. Suddenly she straightened her arms and squeezed her legs, forcing me to withdraw.
She said nothing, simply looked at him, smiled faintly, and walked off. As agreed.
I waited stood for a minute, I had to or I would have had the most obvious bulge! Then I went quickly through to the main top gallery where I could see the front door. She went across the hall from
the stairs, never looking back, never looking up, and then out the revolving doors. I watched as she went down the stone steps at the front, and along the street out of sight.
I remember that then I smelt my hand ...
And then I got my car and drove home to go back into our usual chatroom ....