In lieu of either her or myself boarding a train or plane and actually meeting in real time, we enjoyed some phone play after the customary trading of a handful of pix. This was both her and my initial foray into online meeting, flirting, escalation to actual phone sex.
She'd sent me half a dozen out-of-focus Poloroid's taken in the 80's and 90's and then scanned to her pc. Grainy and very large pixel counts do not make for the best resolution, but I persevered. We were both rookies and she owned a very sexy voice and naughty imagination.
In those few photos, she looked like the kind of woman I would normally bull rush in a nightclub here, locally.
"I'm going to send you a belated birthday present in the mail, Jeff...just to further torment you!"
A few days later, I had to drive to the Post Office as her gift was in a package too large to be accepted by my mailbox.
I got home with it after my workday and laid out my laptop, dialed in via the 28.8 modem connection and prepared to see if LeAnn was online before I opened her gift.
She was not yet and I could not contain my excitement.
Inside was a pair of lacy, dark purple panties. Boyshort style I think is what they were/are called. A previously soaked and now dried crotch area.
Size 18. About 12-13 sizes outside of my normal playing field. I wanted to send them back, but they came with no return address.
Fortunately, LeAnn also owned a great sense of self esteem and humor. We've remained loose internet buddies to this day. The phone sex however, curtailed abruptly.
She has always claimed I stole her panties with my voice and cadence. She also new previously, my preferred kind of girl, but she had fun with me...and I, with her!
*Later that evening she typed: I wish I could have seen the look of terror upon your face!
