More than literally (closed for loving50)

[lovingfingers]

It began innocently enough. Well, at least as innocently as a conversation on Lit can be. I had been perusing one of my favorite pic threads, Sliding Between, when I noticed a post from a woman commenting that this was one of her favorite things to do with her tits. Any woman who enjoys breast sex certainly catches my attention. I clicked on her username and read her profile. She was looking for spice. I grinned. Aren't we all?

I checked to see what threads she had started, and noted one with the promise of pics. Sure enough, as I scrolled down, two pics of her lovely cleavage presented themselves. Two pics and a ton of replies from guys admiring them. I didn't want to be yet another random admirer, so opted for a private message:

"Lovely pics! Thank you for sharing."

I left out the other naughty things I could have said. I am sure her inbox was full of them. I doubted I would get a reply, and certainly would never see her cleavage in person, so it was enough to give a compliment.

 

[Loving50]

The unique thing about his first PM was that he didn't include a cock shot, a request for pics or an invitation to cyber sex. The simplicity of his message was what captured my attention.

True, my message box was filling quickly after posting some, let's just say... revealing pictures, so a simple complimentary comment stood out. I try to respond to all messages quickly and so I sent one off in return.

As usual everyday life has a way of distracting me from the things I really like to do, so before I knew it a few days had flown by without even checking PM's or truthfully, even thinking about them. A quiet evening alone finally allowed me the chance to check messages.

His message was general in nature and proved him to be a true gentleman. My first reaction was, "I wonder what it takes to get him fired up and not so well behaved". I smiled to myself thinking of my own journey into the world of erotic online interactions and how unlikely that path once seemed.

 

[lovingfingers]

A day had passed before her reply. It was a quick thank you to my compliment. I debated sending her another, but deferred. Her message hadn't seemed to invite anything further. I would have let it go, but then she posted to her thread again. "Just because I was in the mood," she titled a pic displaying her luscious cleavage in a bra. It was followed by lots of affirming responses, to which I joined.

I might have left it at that, but then she posted to Sliding Between, saying how this turned her on so. I sighed, sending her another PM, "You are simply luscious. I hope you realize how many men you have made hard with your pics."

 

[Loving50]

Early Tuesday morning I checked messages, hoping for a few fun ones. Sure enough there was one from him. I eagerly clicked on it, butterflies already fluttering in my tummy.

"And from the looks of your gorgeous cleavage, you must do it very well indeed."

The butterflies came quickly to a rest. WTF??? Yes, it's great to meet a true gentleman on a site like this. Yes, it's nice to be wined and dined (or the online equivalent of it) for a while. Yes, compliments are nice to hear.

BUT! "Enough is enough!" I felt like screaming. Before thinking things through I fired off a reply.

I'm so glad you like my posts. I write them pretty generically for the public to read but I'm hoping we can get to the point VERY soon where I can write much more for you.

I want to write to you about how horny I get when I see your name pop up in my inbox. I want to write to entice you to find a quiet spot at work and stroke your cock through your suit pants. I want to write so you have to take a long lunch break and call me from your car so I can moan in your ear and bring you to a satisfying cum with me. I want to write you so you can't wait until the next message from me. Is any of this getting your attention? I sure hope so!

Now it's your turn.......... and please don't gentlemanly me to tears!

I clicked on the submit reply button before I could change a word. Then I wondered what he'd think and hoped I would hear from him again.

 

[lovingfingers]

It was Tuesday evening before he could log onto Lit. He had seen her post while he was at work, checking his email, and he had been distracted for hours after. But now he was finally home and able to type without looking over his shoulder.

"Whoa, you most certainly have my attention! I had kept some things to myself, not certain you wanted to hear them, and certainly not wanting to be like all the other guys clamoring for your attention. But if you really want it...

I have been a bit of a cyber stalker, reading every one of your posts, wanting to see every one of your pics, wanting to get to know your sensual side better. I find you wildly hot! Reading what you fantasize about makes me rock hard.

I am hard, right now. I am pulling up the pics you have posted. Mmmm, delicious! Does it turn you on to know that I am stroking my cock, thinking of you, wanting you? The thought of calling you, listening to you moan, telling you every dirty thing I want to do with you, is soooo sexy. I want to hear you cum. I want to cum with you.

 

[Loving50]

Now we're talking! And playing and hopefully soon, cumming! That was my first thought when I read his latest message.

Cyber stalking me! Huh! Not sure how to feel about that but at least it was better than stalking in real life. Plus, was there anyway to control it? Probably not. Actually it turned me on to think of him reading through my posts and venturing out on the scavenger hunt it would take to find all the pics I shared on the site.

Did it turn me on to know that he was aroused thinking of me, looking at my pics, etc. ? Was he kidding? It turned me on completely to know that I had the power to harden his cock from such a distance! I could make his cock twitch and throb with just a word, a well written description, a breathy voice over the phone. Hell yes, that turns me on!

All those thoughts were running through my mind as I formed my next message to him. It read simply, Give me your email. You don't think those are the only pictures I have, do you?

 

[lovingfingers]

He couldn't help but smile broadly when he saw her message. As arousing as her cleavage pics had been, he was very curious as to the rest of her. The thought made his cock pulse. He wanted her more with each passing message.

He replied, giving her his email, and saying that she was not the only one with pictures.

 

[Loving50]

Ahhhh a teaser as well as a teasee! How fun this little adventure was becoming!

Quickly I added his email and began lining up pictures to send him. A few breast shots, erect nipples, peak a boo nipples, soft round globes straining against a tight tank top. Yes, those would be perfect for a start.

A s I looked through the pictures I thought back to those times when they were taken. Some of them were selfies. A little limiting but very arousing for me as I teased a nipple to hard for a nice shot. Some of them were taken with the help of a lover. Those were very erotic times in a different way. In addition to sending some pictures I decided to share a memory as well.

My lover sat on the couch while I knelt between his legs. I opened his jeans and freed his cock. It was only semi hard and I started licking it while watching his face for his reaction. I was dressed in a skirt, thigh highs and a camisole and he was beyond turned on as he leaned over and rubbed his hands over my shoulders and back and down to my ass. Suddenly he took out his phone and started snapping pictures of me devouring his cock. My hair was wild and covered enough of my face to keep me anonymous. He then took video of us, his cock and my mouth. Later we watched the video together and, you guessed it, we got all worked up again.

Quickly attaching choice pictures to the email, I clicked on send.

 

[lovingfingers]

Your email arrived, and I could see the attached pics in miniature in row. I clicked on Slideshow and your pics took over the screen, or more accurately, your luscious breasts took over. I was glad I had a large screen, as it made them life size. I groaned at the sights before me. I am a self admitted breast man, and this was an erotic playground. I let them cycle through several times, my cock so very hard and aching for release, when I decided to read your message too.

And that was just as hot! I wondered if you had those pics to share as well.

Panting, I realized this deserved a reply. I thought a bit, and then got a devilish grin. I searched through my pic files and found one of me in a tuxedo. I cropped off the pic from the waist down and the neck up. Save. I located another in an open shirt, showing some of my chest, and cropped that too. Save. Thennn, I turned on the camera in my computer and stripped off my shirt. I adjusted the focus and took a picture of my pecs. I reached up and pinched one of my nipples to hardness and captured that too. Save Save.

I started a message, "I imagine you astride me, your luscious breasts against my chest, gently rubbing up and down, your nipples hard against my skin, bumping my nipples.

You make me sooo hard.

Shawn

I attached the pics and his send.

 

[Loving50]

Noticing an attachment on his email made me gasp. Unfortunately I had to wait a bit before I could open it just in case it was not appropriate for public viewing. Not as revealing as I had imagined but still very sexy. Nothing like a man in a tux and shirtless in a tux, well that's even better.

I enlarged the picture and sat back on my couch imagining him without all of those unnecessary clothes on. My mind started racing and soon I realized that my nipples were erect and my panties felt moist. Being home alone gave me the opportunity to slip a breast out of my blouse and pull on a hard nipple. I watched as it puckered and ran my fingers over the little bumps that form around the nipple when excited. My breathing quickened and I realized that your picture was having just the effect you hoped for as you sent it to me.

I leaned back on the couch and imagined you were with me, my hand was yours as the fingers pulled and twisted. I slipped my other hand down the front of my yoga pants until my finger rested against my hot little button. It was already swollen and ready so I moved my finger further down and got it wet with my juices to slick up the area. As I flicked my finger quickly over my clit I wondered what you may be doing while looking at my pictures.

 

[lovingfingers]

My message was sent, but its effect lingered on me. I kept thinking about your breasts rubbing against me. My shirt was already off, so it was easy to undo the buckle on my belt and drop my pants. I touched my cock and jumped a little. God, I was really turned on.

I clicked on your message again, and then on slideshow. Your pics played across my screen, one after another. Your nipples looked so large and delicious. I groaned as I saw them. I brought my hand to my cock and began to stroke slowly, the fingers along the shaft only, not daring to touch the head yet. I kept this up through several cycles of the slideshow, until I was breathing hard. I wondered if you knew how much I enjoyed your pics. I looked around for my phone and opened the camera function. I leaned my hips forward until the head pressed against the image of your cleavage. I snapped a pic, which automatically forwarded to my email.

I settled back into my chair, and started stroking again. I was getting agitated, then realized that I didn't just want to cum looking at pics, I wanted to play with you, cum with you.

I took a breath and a chance. I clicked on your email address and sent an instant message invite to that address. I just hoped you wanted to talk, because I was ready to burst.

 

[Loving50]

His message caught me at the perfect time. I was working from home and very much alone. I smiled as I read the sexually charged pm. "Someone's feeling very horny this afternoon," I thought with a soft giggle.

So, you're watching a slide show and feeling some action while sitting at your desk. Hmmmm what kind of privacy do you have in your office? How quiet do you have to be? What's the chance of talking for a while? I sure would love to talk you through a hard cum today.

I sent the message quickly, hoping to hear back soon. Setting my work aside, I went to my room for my vibrator, fresh batteries and some KY gel. Then I settled back on the couch, slowing caressing my breasts while waiting for his answer.

 

[lovingfingers]

"I am home and completely free and can be as loud as I want to be," I messaged back, "I really want to cum with you. I want to know what you sound like when you cum."

I sent the last message and waited. It sounded like you wanted to play and I was eager and hot for you. I wanted you to know that and there was a way to show you. I paused for a minute, then started another message. "what I ache to do with you," I typed, then attached the pic of my cock against your breasts.

I hit send before I chickened out. My hand returned to my cock, thinking of what you might do..

 

[Loving50]

Whoooo hooooo he wants to play! The small amount of disappointment at learning that he wasn't at work faded quickly. After all, there is something so arousing about knowing that he could be caught in the middle of a sensual phone call. His hand stroking as he moans and tries to control the noise level. Someone walking in unannounced, his face turning even redder and the movement under the desk coming to a quick stop. Naughty of me to want that for him but the thought heightened my arousal.

No matter. He already claimed he could be loud and after looking at the second message with the picture attached, I knew just where to go with our first phone exchange. "Make no mistake mister, I'm in control of this call," I thought with a smile. Quickly I sent him my number and waited for his call.

Now I know from experience that erotic phone interaction either works or it doesn't between two people. There's a kind of dance that happens when it works. Leading and following, talking and listening, giving and taking, and, of course, ultimately cumming. When it doesn't work, that's it, it just doesn't. I held my breath until my phone chirped. I hadn't heard his voice yet and hoped it was as sexy as I imagined.

 

[lovingfingers]

Ohhh yes, she had sent her number. I punched it into my phone and waited for the connection. This was happening so fast, it was dizzying. I heard the ringing stop and a tentative hello.

I had stilled my hand, not wanting to sounds like a mouth breathing pervert. But I am sure my arousal could be heard, "Hi, this is Shawn. With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"

I knew it was an odd question, but you had never given me your name. And if I was about have phone sex with you, well, I wanted to know.

 

[Loving50]

"Just call me Heather. So, you're home all alone? What a coincidence, I am too!", I answered with a smile. What a great voice! It was deep and had a sexy rumble to it and I was instantly turned on. It had been a while since I played on the phone so I was a little nervous but very excited.

We chatted for a bit about our lives to break the ice. The dog needed to go out so that got us sharing about pets and yards and home improvements and whether the furnace was keeping up with the brutal winter or not. When we got to sharing menus for dinner, I realized it was time for me to take charge and move ahead.

"So, what are you wearing this afternoon?", I asked him.

He paused and I could almost hear the gulp before he answered, "Jeans and a button down shirt."

"Nice! I was wearing yoga pants and a zipped up sweatshirt over a tank top but I took the sweatshirt off 10 minutes ago and slipped my breasts out of the top of my tank. I like how they are free but kind of confined like this. I've been playing with the nipples and they are really hard and puckered."

I could hear him breathing harder as I spoke in my lowest sexy voice. After pausing to give him a chance to speak, which apparently he couldn't do yet, I moved forward.

"Please unbutton your pants and slip them off. I want to slowly unbutton your shirt and kiss you softly as I do. Soft kisses turn into harder ones, more insistent and needy, licking your lips until you open your mouth to me. Touch your tongue with mine, tentative at first but soon slow dancing to our very own beat, both our bodies and tongues. My fingers strip you naked before me and my eyes beg you to do the same."

He groaned into my ear and whispered, "Oh yes, please, now let me".

 

[lovingfingers]

In just a few phrases, you had me very aroused, and almost speechless. I had had phone sex before, some of which I had paid for, but nothing nearly this exciting. I had stripped as you had asked, and now sat naked in my chair, my cock pointing skyward.

I gave a low groan, "Heather, I certainly don't want your lovely breasts feeling confined. Reach down and feel my fingers on your tank, slowly pulling it up. The fabric stretches to over your breasts…"

I moaned, "such large full breasts.. And your nipples, dragging across them, and then the top come off, over your head. I bend to kiss you again, as my fingers trace down your sides, over your hips to your yoga pants. You stand as I kneel before you, drawing your pants and panties down in one slow motion, until they are balled at your feet. I hold them as you step out of them."

I groaned again, "You are standing just a foot from me, as I am kneeling, my face even with your chest. My hands slide up your legs to your hips, and I pull you closer."

I moaned particularly loud, "Heather, I have wanted this since I first saw your pics."

 

[Loving50]

Speaking of speechless! I quickly resigned myself to this call being a series of sighs and moans but no, I didn't really want that. I wanted to whisper to him and make him quiver at my every word.

"On your knees, eye level with my tits, mmmmmmmmm that's just where I want you. My hands in your hair guiding your head, please run your tongue on the soft underside where it's warm against my skin. Leave a wet trail all around it, spiraling around and around until you come to that pink areola that's so wanting you. Feel the bumps around the nipple that form when aroused. The nipple itself is hard and erect, just begging to be kissed, licked, sucked, nibbled. Take your time there switching back and forth between the heavy globes, using just your mouth to explore while your hands rest on my ass."

My breathing was heavy as I whispered and growled in his ear. One hand caressed a hard nip while the other moved down to that little button between my legs.

 

[lovingfingers]

"Ohhhhh," I groaned. I had to take my hand off my cock. I was so turned on. It bobbed and pulsed, as though your words were playing over my skin. I was soooo close. I breathed hard and tried to focus, trying not to cum.

When the moment finally passed, I heard your breathing was getting irregular. I wondered if you were also on the edge. "Are you touching your clit Beautiful?" I asked.

"Mmmmm," I replied after your response, "well don't cum quite yet. Let me guide your hands. I am kneeling before, my lips sliding back and forth between your luscious big breasts, my tongue teasing softly everywhere except for your hard nipples. Mmmm, take a hand and gently squeeze a nipple for me, and imagine my lips encircling it, sucking it gently, pulling it gently. I can feel it getting even harder in my mouth."

"And as I do, my hands move around your ass, cupping your cheeks, and then slide between your legs, my fingertips on the top of your thighs. Mmm, you are so wet Heather. My fingertips move back and forth, stroking just outside your labia, teasing your lips. Do you like that?"

"I move them in a little, feeling your labia part for me, running them up and down your furrow, skirting over your opening, but being careful to avoid your clit, teasing you, every now and again stopping to dip a finger inside you, just an inch, entering and pulling out. So beautifully wet."

 

[Loving50]

I was incredibly wet and wanting. My fingers made a slurping sound as they fingered my puss. I could hear your breathing deepen and the urgency in your voice.

"Let me rub my body against yours, sliding down against you so I'm on my knees too. My hands roam down your back and over your chest, teasing with my nails, making you tremble. I reach a hand down to your thighs and slip my hand between your legs, lightly touching you but not grasping your cock just yet. Lay down with me, facing me so our hands can wander and I can explore your mouth, feel your tongue with mine. A slow dance to our very own rhythm."

I heard you gasp and groan. "Are you ready, baby? Are you going to cum with me?" No words to your answer just a long mmmmmmm and a simple yes. My fingers flicked over my clit quickly and I surrendered to the sensations cumming hard just as I heard you groan and cum too,

 

[lovingfingers]

I could almost feel your body against mine, our hands exploring each other, our bodies merging. I could not help but stroke my cock, and found myself quickly on the edge again, shuddering and moaning your name.

And then I hear you ask if I am ready to cum with you. I had stilled my hand, but the words from your mouth were like a fast, strong suck. I groaned yes as I felt my climax begin. My hand began stroking and a fountain of cum shot up, splattering my chest. Pulse after pulse of liquid heat hit my skin, as I heard your moans of climax, followed by deep breathing.

We were both silent for a minute, breathing hard. On a whim, I turned on the camera on my laptop and made a brief video of my fingers, tracing the semen on my chest, murmuring how I wished you were here.

I stopped the video and quickly sent it to you. I whispered into the phone, "you have a surprise coming."

 

[Loving50]

As usual the high of cumming made me giggle softly. I could hear the trepidation in his voice when he asked me, "are you laughing at me?" "No way," I answered, "it's just such a release for me, cumming like this makes me happy. Pleasure and laughter go together for me. That was amazing!"

Now I could hear the relief in his voice as he said, "well then, maybe I can make you laugh again very soon."

"Now that's a new one! Heather, may I make you laugh tonight? Yes, I think that could be arranged." I answered with a smile.

A little pillow talk and we said good night. What a nice beginning to what I hoped would be a long lasting phone friendship and possibly so much more.

 

[Loving50]

Unexpected freedom the next morning had me restless and wanting. I thought about our play the day before and before long my hips started moving, legs squeezing together, ready for action. Remembering that he was free early mornings and that he said that I could call anytime , I reached for my phone before I could change my mind.

A sleepy voice answered, "Hello".

"Oh I'm so sorry Shawn, did I wake you"? I tried to stifle a smile, knowing that it was only 3 am where he lived and that I wasn't really sorry at all.

"That's ok, Heather, I'm really glad you called", he answered in his sexy morning voice.

"I thought you may need a wake up call this morning. Wanna hear how I want to wake you?" Without waiting for an answer I began, knowing that my own early voice was low and gravely and equally sexy. "Slipping down under the covers slowly so I don't wake you. It's still dark so I have to 'feel' my way but I don't mind. I carefully slip your cock out of your boxer's fly. It's limp in my hand but not for long. I run my tongue lightly over the top and around the rim of the head. As you begin to stir under my attention your legs flex and I can faintly hear you sigh. Rewarding, so I step up my game!"

"My tongue runs private laps up and down the hardening shaft. One hand moves to cup your balls, kneeding gently, the other slips under your ass. As I get more aroused, my efforts double. I take the head of your now erect cock into my mouth, sucking progressively harder. I feel your fingers twine in my hair and can hear your muffled moans as you try to hold back the inevitable. My hungry mouth fights against your efforts though and I'm rewarded with your hot cum filling my throat. I swallow happily and lap up every drop with my tongue. You gently use your hands on my head to guide me up so I'm laying beside you, our bodies pressed close".

"So, how did you like that wake up call", I purr.

"Moving your body so you pin my hands over my head and hold my legs down with one of your own, you smile and say, "The best ever! Now what can I do for you, Miss Heather?" you ask with a wicked, but oh so sexy smile.

 

[lovingfingers]

"I am so horny this morning Shawn," you answer.

"Mmmmm," I reply, "Are you in bed Heather?"

You give a breathless yes.

"Then imagine me moving on top of you, my hands entwining with yours above your head, my legs between yours, spreading them wide. My lips descend on yours, teasing them open, my tongue exploring. And then I move down a little, my lips kissing your throat, my body grinding against yours. Down and down, until I am kissing your cleavage. My hands release yours and come to rest on your breasts, pressing them together, my kisses raining down on them alternately, back and forth, your nipples being sucked to hardness.

I remain there until I feel your hips undulating beneath me, your want clear. I reluctantly release your full breasts and start kissing down your body. I feel your hands in my hair, urging me down. My lips meet the soft curls of your pubic hair, and the scent of you is in my nose. I open my mouth over your pussy and gently sucks its sweetness, my tongue exploring you. I lap and circle and taste, until I hear your moan loudly as I tease one spot. I begin to circle that spot and feel your body stiffen and your moans become louder, until you spasm and your juices coat my mouth. I keep lapping and tasting, riding your climax.

In time, I begin to kiss my way back up your body, until I am resting on you again, kissing you with wet lips.

You are so delicious Heather."

 

[Loving50]

How did he know so quickly just what to do to get my motor running? How did he know that my beasts are so extremely sensitive that I can cum with just breast play alone? Listening to him describe what he was doing to me made my nipples stiffen and my pussy ache.

"Mmmmmmmmmm", was all I could muster as he worked my body toward a satisfying cum. My fingers could almost feel his hair as I guided his head just where to go. My hips and legs signaled to him where the perfect pressure points were on my body. My nerves tingled as I listened to him, almost able to feel him touching, kissing and licking. My cum came just as he described moving up to kiss me. I moaned as I imagined tasting myself on his tongue as he kissed me.