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Net Hitchhiker
It was one of those awkward moments in life, when deep down in your subconscious you know what you’re about to do is probably a bad idea but your conscious self really doesn’t give a shit. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised really. Christie may have been married but she was unhappy and I was horny, so in the reality of it all it wasn’t too far of a stretch of the imagination to imagine us as something more intimate. I just guess that deep down I had never thought of it as an actual possibility.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. One of those awkward moments in life. There I was, curled up in the sheets with someone else’s wife and mother and I started to think back to how all this had occurred . . .
It was your average Saturday night, and I was sitting at my desk chatting with a friend on the Internet. Well, okay, so it was MY average Sunday night. I popped a few Cheeto’s puffs into my mouth, whiped the orange off on my sweatpants, and my hands darted furiously across the keyboard in response to a rather funny quip about some 12 year old chatter.
Satisfied with my wit and savvy, I leaned back and changed the CD to 2Pac’s All Eyez on Me as the familiar !BING! sounded to alert me of an incoming message. I froze in my seat as Whitney Houston fell to the floor.
I couldn’t believe it.
After all my pains to escape her she had found me anyway. A few minutes later I slammed back to reality as I realized that my computer was chiming furiously at my inattention. I leaned forward to the screen and began to read the few screens of messages that had appeared during my little “nap”.
There were a few concerned messages from my friend before informing me that I was being a jerk and a notification that “So-and-So is not online at this time”. I sighed in annoyance and closed out the window. I then sorted through a few single introductions from random chatters.
Then I sat back and opened the last window on my account, and all I could do was remember when things had been simple and perfect, once upon a time.
I had met Christie by pure chance, when I informed her that the person she was wishing to chat with had just left a few minutes earlier.
Imagine my surprise as I continued to chat with the rest of the room and I received an instant message from this random chatter. A few minutes later and we were chatting away in one of those familiar “life long friend” moments that occur rather frequently on the net.
After a few hours, Christie came to the decision that we should “go out” as an Internet couple. This idea seemed fine to me, since she seemed like a person that I could get along with. We carried on with the pleasantries for a few more hours, until she finally had to go and we promised to meet again that week. Over the course of the next month, or so, we grew closer in our conversations and we became very good friends.
We were talking one day, when suddenly she started freaking out about something and told me that she had to go. And then suddenly she was disconnected. I pondered the many implications of these actions, but decided to wait and let her give the explanation.
A few weeks passed by, without an email or message, even letting me know that things were okay. Then I received an email from a Mr. Cosby, and my curiosity piqued as I opened the message. Immediately I was assaulted with words of pure rage, as this man threatened my life and warned me to stay away from his wife.
Thinking, obviously, that some nutjob had gotten the wrong address I deleted the email and went on my way.
It was a few weeks later, when I was again chatting with one of my friends that Christie sent me a private message and broke wind on the whole situation.
With a complete lack for tact, she began to explain that she was married with two kids, and that she hoped I would ignore her husband. She told me that I wasn’t the first person that he had emailed and scared off.
It was all suddenly becoming clear, and I cursed myself for being such a fucking moron. That was half a year ago, when I had deleted that handle and moved on to my current alias. I thought I had left all of this behind me.
Slamming headfirst into reality, I realized that my message window from Christie had grown during my mental absence. According to the messages, Christie had finally decided to give her husband the am-scray. As a result she was now looking for a home for her and her kids to move into, away from his intrusion and involvement.
Then the bomb hit. She was in my town that night, looking for a place to move to. And she wondered if she could come by and visit. I looked at the time on the most recent message and it was 20 minutes old.
How long had I been out of it? Then there was a knock at the door.
I yelled for my roommate to get it, as I contemplated telling Christie to take the shortest trip between here and Hell, when I remembered that my roommate had gone skiing for the weekend.
Sighing disgustedly I stumbled out of my chair and walked to the door. I asked the usual “Who is it?” as I looked through the door. I must admit I was rather shocked at what I saw. The girl on the other side of my door was a major hottie. But there was something else about her too. She looked familiar somehow, but I couldn’t quite recall how.
“A friend”, she responded to my question, so I opened the door out of curiosity. Next thing I know my ass is on the floor as she shoves herself through the door. Closing the door, she locked all the locks and peeked through the spyhole. Then I got a perfect peek up her dress and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and all of my worries vanished.
She turned around and looked down at me, looking up her skirt, and she flashed me a suggestive smile. Lifting myself up onto my elbows I strained my weary brain to figure out where I knew this girl from, when I felt something akin to a Wet Willy. This unknown girl had straddled my lap right there on the floor and was licking the inside of my ear.
I shivered at the wet, warm feeling and she laughed teasingly into my ear.
The last thing I wanted to do was ruin my best chance at getting some, but I had always been a man of responsibility and I wasn’t about to change now.
“Do I know you?” I asked, and she placed a finger over my lips, followed by a “shhhhhhh.”
Hoping to gain a minor amount of control over the situation, I pushed myself backwards and stood up, with my back to her. With a playful giggle I was tackled from behind, straight into my bedroom and onto the bed. This was driving me absolutely up the wall, as this girl threw me around like a rag doll and I didn’t even know her first name, let alone her last.
Then I felt the cold pinch of metal as something clamped tightly around my left wrist. And then my right. Suddenly panic flooded my mind as I struggled to get up. My arms were completely restrained, and I assumed that she had slapped the cuffs on me. Then with a light grunt, she turned me over onto my back, with my arms held tightly beneath me, and she began to speak.
“So, you just thought I’d let you get rid of me like that, huh? D’you think I wouldn’t find you?”
And then I recognized her picture. She looked almost identical to the picture with her kids, that she had sent me right before I changed my chat alias.
That was when the true panic began to set in. I struggled furiously at the cutting steel that bound my hands together and I felt trickles of blood soaking into the sheets.
“Oh now, settle down there. I’m not here to hurt you; I just want you to listen before you do something you’ll regret. If you cooperate, then I’ll remove the cuffs.”
“Fine” I agreed and she slid onto the bed next to me and snuggled up to me, laying her hand against my chest.
“You know James, I really did mean all of those things that I said to you during those months that we dated. I really do care about you.”
“Care about me? If you cared about me, you would have told me about your husband in the first place”, I screamed, getting rid of the emotions that had plagued me for so long.
“Babe, that was a mistake that I made a long, long time ago, and its taken me two long years to make up for it. You have to understand, I was young and naïve when I met Chris, and I didn’t know what I wanted then.”
“Oh, but you miraculously know what you want now, huh?”
And then she looked at me, with those predatorial eyes, and said, “I want you.” And with that she leaned her neck forward and kissed me fully on the lips.
Being the rather shy person that I was, I had never dated much in high school, and in actuality this was the first kiss I had ever had. My mind went crazy as her lips pressed firmly against mine and she cupped her hand below my ear. I’m not sure how long we actually kissed, but when we finished my mind was drunk on her sweet perfume.
Then she reached around me and felt my wrists. “Oh honey, you’ve cut yourself. Here let me fix you right up.” She then proceeded to lead me towards the bathroom and sat me down on the toilet. Then she started a warm rush of bathwater and began to pull up my shirt.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, with more than just a little bit of curiosity. Once again, she placed her finger over my lips and shushed me. So I simply sat there and let her do her thing. After my shirt was removed, she began to unbuckle my jeans and I was getting a little antsy. After all, it wasn’t like this kind of thing happened to me every day.
“Stand up”, she next instructed me. So I did. Just to see how far she was really willing to go. And without a single hesitation she grabbed my boxers and dropped them to my ankles.
So there I was, naked as the day I was born, and she was sitting on her knees, face first with my dick.
“Hmmmmm, well maybe we can wait a little on the bath”, she said as she shut off the water and dipped her hand into the warm pool. She then ran the warm water all the way down my shaft and rubbed it into my balls. Then she leaned her head forward and swallowed my dickhead into her mouth, causing me to shiver once again, like before. She must have been very good at giving head, because she knew exactly what would get me going, as she swirled her tongue around and along the shaft of my cock. Then she cupped my balls in her hand and squeezed lightly as she pulled my hips to her mouth and I felt her lower lip touch my nutsack.
After a few minutes of this oral foreplay, my legs started to shiver and weaken. At this point Christie stood up and lowered me quickly into the bath. And then as I sat there in the tub, she gyrated her hips in a seductive dance, as she began to remove her skirt and blouse. Once fully naked she stepped into the tub with me and lowered her hips onto my crotch, as water overflowed onto the floor.
I must admit that the combination of Christie’s warm wet flesh against my skin and her tight pussy around my cock was enough to set me off from the very start and I couldn’t hold back any longer as I exploded into her. I moaned loudly as my first sexual release flooded her insides. Christie gasped at my unexpected reaction, and reached down to rub the cum into her lips.
The look of disappointment on her face was obvious. I couldn’t help but think of a little child, asking for another cookie. Those big puppy-dog eyes and that pouty face staring up at me. So I placed a few fingers where my dick had been buried a few moments prior and I began to suckle on her wet nipples. I could tell that I had found the right spot, because she started biting softly at my ear and neck and bucking her hips against my squirming fingers.
It was a bizarre feeling, as my own cum squelqued around my fingers that were buried inside her. To tell the truth, I hadn’t the slightest idea of how to bring a woman off. But I gave it my best effort. Crooking my fingers slightly, I started fucking her with them, causing a very audible slapping noise to emanate. And then suddenly, without warning, she wrapped her arms around my stomach tightly and squeezed for dear life as her orgasm shook through her.
I looked all around us and could see the cum floating to the bottom of the bathtub. It didn’t take us long to start fondling each other in the rapidly cooling bath water, our lips found each other time and again and again and again . . .
Then, I started to stand up, getting out of the water, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. So I grabbed one of the towels off of the rack next to the door and carried her into my bedroom.
Laying the towel down on my bed I laid her down on her back and spread her legs wide. She smiled at me sweetly as she grabbed both breasts in her hands and I began to kiss the inside of her leg. I think the hairs on my chin must have tickled her because she squealed softly and squirmed slightly. I then parted her lips with my fingers and fucked her with my tongue. She must’ve really wanted me to go at it, cause she placed her elbows on the bed and arched her back into an arch, forcing her pussy flush with my lips.
In response, I lapped hungrily at her swollen mound. I had never tasted anything as sweet as this, and I wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon. Again I slid two fingers inside her, and brought her off to a steady rhythm.
She must’ve really gotten into what I was doing because she started talking dirty to me, with a sneer on her lips. “Yeah baby, I’m gonna cum all over your face. You want my juices to run down your chin?”
With her encouragement, I was more than happy to oblige. Spreading her lips wide with my fingers, I slowly slid my tongue back inside her. It wasn’t long after I began to swirl my tongue around inside her that she hit the edge. She damn near snapped my head off with her legs, as her second orgasm tore through her body. I licked my lips with a sly smile, and leaned over to give her a taste of her own juices. We embraced with a tender, passionate kiss as our bodies started winding down from all the excitement.
With that we both crawled up into the sheets and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
So here I am laying with someone else’s wife, with thoughts of marriage on my own mind. And I find myself in one of those awkward moments in life.
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