Long weekends sometimes to long, but just last week I found this guy on line, he shy but writes these outrageous erotic stories. They are so hot and Im so horny in the morning after a night of dreaming about those women and the daring sex they have, oh, if I could be that open and daring. I shower but I don't get dressed till I see if he has sent another story, why dirty another pair of panties if I'm just going to masturbate and shower again. I have been more free in the last few nights, making my way around the house nude feeling sexy again from the attention hed been giving me. After the divorce it was hard to feel sexy, all the pain of a relationship dying, feelings of helpless to stop it and shame that I couldnt, it took a while for me to realize it wasnt just me it was us and I didnt fail I move on. Walking by the computer, not wanting to sign-in to Adult FriendFinder, but had to know what he was thinking about, what he had dreamed up now. Ill just sign on to yahoo dingthe mail message bar opens. It is a message from Adult FriendFinder that somfun has written me again, Oh my god is this guy really that prolific three stories in as many daysI open the e-mail and there it is his greeting, Hello, Baby Need A Good Story Today?, oh my god, why did that make me horny, he hadnt written any thing hot yet, but that greeting meant he was in good form. The story started as he like to do, strangers, meeting by chance, a woman broken down on the side of the road and a gallant mature man of average build stop to help her, the details he took notice of in his stories make me see the story unfold and had me play the part I need so badly, as he describes the woman stand by the road in her silk blouse sweating from the heat of the day, the blouse cling to her breast and her full figure sexy, filled with delight someone had stop for her, as he wrote about them looking under the hood and the man taking notice of the sweat trickling down to her nipple and the erection growing on the man, I could feel my own breast wet with sweat running down to my nipple, oh my god, this guy is in my head I could feel my passion grow as he explained, the man could do nothing but give the woman a ride to the next place on the highway, the fear of not knowing where she was going, but the comfort of him being and older man she loosen as I did. I could feel the wetness in my loins as he wrote of the talk and the women opening up telling how she had just moved there and as of yet had no friends, as I read the passion building, my personal place pounds for more attention then my fore finger can give while my other hand caress my breast, I reach for the new toy I had gotten just the other night, with the well worn batteries trying to keep up with my passion, first the foreplay, just working it around my personal place as the shock waves run up and down my spine as my orgasms start, a moan escapes from my mouth as my lips part.

oh, Shit I hear myself said as the vibrator spreads my lips, and my fluids gush from my begging softness and it penetrates my love, I pinch and pull on my breast as I cum, my head bucks as if I was shocked by a bolt of lighting, the thumb screw touches my sensitive place as I shove it deep into my softness, Oh, my hips slide forward almost off my office chairs as I read the passion and lust spelled out on my computer and I became that woman in the bar room toilet, as she leads him through to her full release there in that dirty little place, and as I finish the story I move to my bed and live out the soft then hard action I had just read, my heels dug in to the bed thrusting my hips in to the air, panting from consent waves of orgasms as I pinched and pulled my breast and pumped my softness hard with my new tool, the rush of my finishing orgasm came and my legs weaken, I collapsed on my bed, flushed and my body covered with my own cum and sweat, now shaking, from my final orgasmding.

a wink from Adult FriendFinder, from him, he was online and looking for me, how could I tell him about this, this was beyond the norm, I was so horny for him or his stories it was getting confusing.