A Compromise Ch. 06 Part 2byCharly©
carlos: love brushing across the lips of your pussy
carlos: with the back of my fingers
carlos: and then probing a little more with my finger tips
carlos: feeling my way along the twin ridges of your lips
carlos: pressing your panties into the little valley made by your lips
carlos: kissing your thighs
Vickiluv: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Vickiluv:Hey, wait a minute. What are you wearing? Maybe I want you to change.
carlos: button down shirt
carlos: white tee shirt, belt, tan chinos, frayed at the bottom
carlos: checkered boxer shorts
carlos: crew sox
carlos: ugly moccasins
Vickiluv: I hate boxers. Got anything else?
carlos: hang on
I was being picky but now I knew how it made him feel to send me off to find new underwear. Kind of sexy imagining it. Thinking of him stripping off as he went to his bedroom. Seeing his hairy chest and then, I gulped, and then seeing the hair around his genitals appear. The vision was strangely erotic. I like the look of a man's hair surrounding the stem of his cock. You know what I mean, the sort of dimple just at the base of his penis is barely covered by the dark black hair curling there beside his long penis. I could imagine how it looked, firm, yet not fully erect yet.
I shook my head and wondered what had brought that on. Wow.
carlos: I'm back. Smile!
Vickiluv: good, I forgot to ask something (blush)
Vickiluv: what color is the hair down there?
carlos: dark, well, black
Vickiluv: right. What are you wearing? Description please
carlos: red tank top, black nylon briefs, very tight, very skimpy
Vickiluv: I like it! Are you hard? Describe it.
carlos: Yes, I can see the bulging head of my cock outlined through the briefs. Like you've been fondling it. Looks like a little moist spot there too. Growing now that you are thinking about it!!!
Vickiluv: MMMMmm love it.
We continued an intense discussion describing feelings, describing physical things, being more and more erotic. Carlos got down to the serious love making, cyberspace-wise. I leaned back and opened my legs to him, staring at my mound, fondling my breasts while my eyes focused on the screen. His monologue continued to toy with me.
carlos: kissing along the inside the soft inside of your thighs
carlos: then kissing directly onto your mound and slipping with
carlos: lots of kisses down until I could feel where your pussy opening was
carlos: nice scent
carlos: love how soft it is.
carlos: then with my hand cupping your pussy
Vickiluv: and it is very wet
carlos: i would look into your eyes
carlos: holding your lovely swollen plump pussy mound
carlos: looking deep into your eyes, watching them begin to smile, with little crinkles at the corners
carlos: as our eyes grip each other
carlos: in the same way that my hands might grip both of your breasts
carlos: feeling all of you between my two hands
carlos: holding your pussy mound as you move against my hand
carlos: a little
carlos: kissing your nose
carlos: still holding contact with your eyes
carlos: nuzzling your nose with mine, still looking deep into yours
carlos: mmmmmm your pussy feels so warm darling
carlos: then staring at your lips
carlos: i would carefully approach them
carlos: with my lips
carlos: eyes fixed on them now
carlos: and our tongues find each other immediately
carlos: dueling and playing with each other
carlos: as my hand fondles and squeezes still more
carlos: on your sex
carlos: my finger feeling between your pussy lips
carlos: for the wetness
carlos: feeling you
carlos: and my other hand has found your breast
carlos: feeling you up darling
carlos: feeling the soft plumpness of your lovely breast
carlos: the pleasure making me a little wild eyed now
carlos: you preen, offering your body to my hands and my eyes
carlos: my eyes are devouring yours
carlos: close up
carlos: now I can breath your breath
carlos: i am taking you
carlos: with my hands darling Vicki
carlos: taking you
carlos: holding you
Vickiluv: oh yes that feels good
carlos: fondling you deeply
carlos: squeezing hard now
carlos: my finger has slipped past your panties and into the hot wetness
carlos: of your pussy
carlos: it is so delicious feeling soft, hot, wet, so very wet
carlos: breathing your breath
My finger was probing deep inside, pretending to be Carlos. I lay back in the swivel chair and just let myself go. Thrusting in and out, two fingers were not quite enough and I pried a third into the wet heat of my pussy. At last I felt the slow building thrill welling up in me. My head felt a little light and I lifted one foot onto the desk and toyed with my nipples as my other hand pleased my eagerly moist pussy. I came. I lay there, completely loose and relaxed feeling as if I would not be able to stand up if I tried to. I felt like a puppet, limp, lying there waiting for the puppeteer to pull my strings again.
Vickiluv: you are driving me crazy here
carlos: Did you come, sweet?
carlos: I did.
Vickiluv: that gives me chills
Vickiluv: I want to feel you inside me so bad
carlos: making me wet and sticky as I thrust in and out of you
carlos: you feel lovely sweetheart
carlos: love making you blush
carlos: love making you wet
carlos: love making you cum
carlos: love making you
Vickiluv: I am so wet right now
Vickiluv: (MAJOR BLUSH)
Well, I won't bore you with all the details. I am still amazed at how delightfully sensual I was feeling. I would never have guessed that it was possible. I slipped out of my sopping panties and dropped them in the laundry on my way to bed.
Then I remembered Carlos' request.
"Send them as a souvenir?" he had begged. I had laughed it off and thought no more about it. It seemed completely out of the question. He couldn't be serious.
But, I guessed that he might just be serious.
I wondered if I could actually bring myself to do that. It is a terribly personal thing to do. Amazingly so.
I took the damp garment and found a Ziploc bag in the kitchen and slipped them into my purse. Who knows, maybe it would be fun to know that Carlos was typing with my panties hanging from the screen. I giggled self-consciously.
I mailed them the very next day. It felt strangely exciting to slip the little package through the mail slot.
I now knew how David's Internet passion would fit into "The Plan."
But first I had to figure out how to find out what name he used. I couldn't figure that out just now.
"Maybe Carlos will help." I heard myself mutter as I went up the stairs, still in stockings and high heels. I was, quite frankly, feeling very much the sought-after femme fatale!
To be continued..