Chapter 1

It had been a few months since I had broken up with my boyfriend, Brian. I decided not to pursue any new relationships. My self-esteem had taken a hit. I needed to reassess my life, my wants and desires.

I'm Lynn, twenty-two, a petite blonde, 5'2", 110 lbs, with green eyes.

At first, being alone and single was a refreshing change. I'm a Paralegal for a law firm. I was fine for a while. I had interactions with my coworkers and my friend, Beth. Over time, I felt frustrated and alone. I wasn't ready to start dating, but I needed an outlet.

I had returned from work, fed my cat, Callie, had a light meal, showered, and changed into my nightshirt. It was my older brother's baseball jersey before I claimed it.

I live in an apartment on the sixth floor of a nice building. It was a warm summer evening, and I went out on the balcony. Sitting on a lounge with my laptop and a glass of wine, I aimlessly browsed online. I remembered my friend Beth had mentioned she read erotic stories on a site called Lush. Curious, I brought it up.

I was shocked by some of the categories. I had read some romance novels but nothing this risqué.

I read a couple of the stories. Oh my, the sex and language used were so explicit. I shouldn't have been surprised by my arousal. Except for self-relief, It had been months since I last had sex, and I had to catch my breath.

I took a break from the stories and clicked on the gallery. Other members posted erotic pictures. Not just pictures but short videos as well. I was amazed at the men and women posing in lingerie or nude. Some were engaged in straight or gay sex. Several women used sex toys and they piqued my interest. It was all new to me and a bit overwhelming.

I had never ogled nude pictures or indulged in porn, yet here I was, fixated. My mind was filled with naughty thoughts and images. I felt a heat envelope me from within, and a warmth flowed out of me, soaking my panties.

My nipples were flushed with arousal, pressing against the material of my shirt. On a whim, I unbuttoned it and set my breasts free. The warm breeze blowing across them felt so nice. One image showed a buxom woman holding her breast and licking the nipple. Oh my, I thought and wondered. I was a late bloomer, but my breasts are now a firm 36C.

I cupped my swollen breasts; the nipples were hard and erect. Like in the image, I lifted a breast to my mouth and licked the nipple. The sensation made me shudder with pleasure. I exclaimed, "Oh yes!"

A carnal need had awakened within. I reached down, slipped off my panties, and laid back on the lounge. My clit throbbed as I ran a finger along my soaked labia, parting my folds. I was soon feverishly rubbing my clit and plunging three fingers into my hot wet depths.

The full moon illuminated my sweat-soaked body as I writhed and moaned with pleasure. The waves hit me like a tsunami, and my body quivered in the throes.

Regaining my senses, I felt sated and alive. I got up and headed to the shower. The warm water felt soothing as I lathered and washed my body. To my amazement, I was still aroused; my nipples responded as I washed my breasts and felt a tingle from my bare vagina.

My lord, what has come over me? I never thought I would find myself aroused browsing an erotic website.

I finished my shower, refilled my wine and with my laptop, went to the bedroom, and sat on the bed. My cat, Callie, joined me, purring contentedly.

Lush had revealed to me a new world of sexuality and awakened something inside. I wanted to explore these thoughts and feelings. I felt the site would be safe and the outlet I needed. The anonymity was a plus.

I joined, created my profile, and signed in with my chosen username, Misty, and password.

I embraced my new persona. I was no longer a shy, prim, and proper girl. Here, I could release my inhibitions and reason that it was fantasy and harmless fun.

I kept my Bio short: 'Hello, I'm Misty. I'm not here to hook up; I'm just here to have fun and enjoy the stories.'

For my picture, I chose one Brian took of me. I was wearing a light yellow spring dress that was semi-translucent. The sun's light made it more so, allowing a titillating view through the material of my body. It was revealing, and as I was facing the camera, I partially concealed my face before uploading it.

After posting my picture and Bio, I anxiously awaited a response to my profile. Before long, I received several text messages in my private message box. Some were very explicit and naughty. Pictures were posted, along with some of the comments.

One message stood out. It was from Gil and was the only one that didn't include any sexual innuendo. He commented on my profile and picture, saying I was lovely, and welcomed me to Lush.

I liked his profile, got a notification with a friend request, and accepted it.

I received his text, and we had a pleasant exchange. He was intelligent and polite. We commented on the stories, ensuring our critiques were in sync and stating our likes and dislikes of the genres we read.

We shared a little about ourselves. Gil revealed that he was married, and though he loved his wife, his relationship lacked intimacy. He wasn't looking for hookups. He enjoyed the stories and making friends. The site provided an escape from the daily doldrums. He described himself as not being what others would call handsome, but most women consider him to be good-looking. He got his fair share of smiles and look-backs. Not as much since he is sixty now, but he still turned a few heads. He was in good health and worked out to stay in shape.

I shared that I joined the site after hearing about it from a friend. I enjoyed the stories but admitted my naivety as I was new to them.

He apologized, saying he enjoyed our exchange but had to run. We agreed to connect again soon. I was pleased with my first interaction.

I settled in and read several more stories. My arousal was peaked by a threesome encounter between a man and two young women. The man watched as the women pleasured each other. I had never had thoughts of sex with a woman.

The act was so sensually described. Their faces were buried in each other's sex. Oh lord, it was hot! I imagined I was one of them, our fingers and tongues ravishing each other. I teased my clit, and my fingers plunged in and out of my hot wet vagina. The climax was intense as I gushed and quivered in the afterglow. I lay there sated. The experience was so pleasurable.

It was late, and with work in the morning, I called it a night. I went to the bathroom, tossing the soaked panties and towel in the hamper. I did my business, cleaned up, and slipped on a clean pair of panties.

As I pulled up the covers and settled into bed, I knew I needed to think more about where this was leading. I remember learning to ride back on the farm as a young girl. Neglecting to keep a firm grasp on the reigns, the horse took off with me at a full gallop. I freaked at first and had almost been thrown. Pulling back on the reigns, I got him under control. In time, I got comfortable with the animal. Then, the thrill I felt when I relaxed the reigns and let him loose was exhilarating. I had become one with him. In this analogy, I was both the horse and the rider. I knew I wanted to embrace this sudden sexual awareness, though I would need to reign myself in until I got more comfortable. With that thought, I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 2

I awoke to the alarm. Callie was purring and pawing at my nose. I patted her head, and then she turned and looked back at me as if to say, "Get up, sleepyhead." She bounded off the bed towards the kitchen. Not just the cat but the smell of freshly brewed coffee helped me rise and start my day.

I fed Callie and enjoyed my muffin and coffee. Then, I got dressed for work: blue cotton bra and panty, black knee-length pencil skirt, white silk-sleeved button blouse, and black flats.

At work, it was hard to focus on my task. I was thinking back on the evening. Fortunately, I was able to put those thoughts aside and do the work. I was anxious to head home.

I had a light meal and showered. Feeling frisky, I slipped into a red silk teddy and panties.

I was relaxed on the couch with a glass of wine and had just logged on when I received a call from Beth. We exchanged greetings, and she asked, "It's been a while since your break-up. How are you doing?"

"I'm okay. I've been taking it easy and adjusting to being single."

"So, have you gone out to play?" she giggled. "Have you dated anyone or picked up some handsome hunk?"

I laughed and replied, "No, what kind of girl do you think I am? I'm enjoying some wine and a quiet evening reading."

"Something romantic and erotic?" She asked.

I was about to reply when she said, "Well, tonight is Neal's poker game. Neal hasn't been up to the task lately. I'll watch some porn or read some erotica and get myself off." She gasped, "Oh lord, I shouldn't have shared that. I didn't mean to blurt that out."

I was surprised by her candor. She had never talked much about her marriage or sex life. I was processing what she had revealed to me. She asked, "Lyn you there?"

"Oh yes, I'm here."

She replied, "I'm sorry, I've been drinking and didn't mean to dump that on you."

I said, "It's okay, I understand, we're friends, what was said stays between us."

She apologized again, and we agreed to meet soon to talk. I hung up and pondered what she had said.

I thought of Brian and our break-up. After my exposure to Lush, it dawned on me how unsatisfying and vanilla our sex was.

However, there was an exception. It was the only time I orgasmed from penetration with Brian. We had been at the park, and Brian had taken the picture of me in the sheer yellow dress.

That night, emboldened with alcohol, Brian had talked me into taking some more pictures. I was reluctant at first but soon relaxed and was posing seductively in lingerie.

When finished, Brian set the camera down. He stood before me, his cock bulged in his shorts. My legs were spread before him, and pussy wet with arousal. His expression was fueled with lust and a hunger in his eyes. He stepped out of his shorts and briefs. His cock stood proud as he approached and mounted me.

I grasped his throbbing member, guiding it to my slick entrance. As the head parted my labia, I yelled, "Fuck me!"

I felt Brian's hot breath on my neck and grabbed his ass, digging my fingers into his firm butt cheeks. He plunged deep within, and I met his thrust as he pummeled me. It was primal and rough.

I bucked and writhed beneath him, furiously rubbing my clit. Before long, he groaned as he was close. I felt my climax build, and my release was imminent. I exclaimed, "Harder, Brian, Oh fuck yes!"

With a guttural moan, I felt him tense and stiffen, "That's it, fill me!" as he pulsed his load, the waves hit, and I wailed, "I'm cumming, baby!" My pussy spasmed as I released and creamed his cock. My body shuddered, and I saw stars as the sensations overwhelmed me, leaving me lost in the throes.

I hoped for more of this from him. Unfortunately, things returned to wham, bam, thank you, mam. I put those thoughts aside, and I opened Lush.

I read several more stories, delving into different genres. I commented on the ones I liked.

Gil sent a message: 'Hello, Misty. Have you read any good stories? I read a few I thought would interest you, but I lost my thoughts gazing at your lovely profile picture.'

'Oh my! Thank you, I'm pleased you liked the picture.'

'Misty, you're quite beautiful, and I enjoyed our chat. I'm pleased that you have taken the time to indulge an old man.'

'Gil, you're only as old as you feel.'

I hesitated to post more pictures on the site, even though I was thrilled by the reactions to my profile. Then I had a naughty thought and decided to send Gil a picture. I chose one of the more revealing pictures that Brian had taken that evening. It was me in red silk lingerie, standing by the bed.

I sent the picture, 'I hope I didn't just blow your mind. If it's too much, I understand.'

'Oh no, that was fucking hot! I appreciate the pic, I feel honored you shared that with me. I would never share anything sent to me on a personal level - I'm not that type of person and respect friendships too much to do that.'

Excited by his reaction, I sent another picture. I was seated on the bed in a red silk bra and thong. My legs spread, and a hand reached into the waistband.

'Wow, that picture was extremely arousing as it showed your hand reaching into your panties about to pleasure yourself. At least my imagination saw that happening. A woman pleasing herself like that is so hot!'

'Nice, I've sent another I believe you'll appreciate. This one is a bit more naughty, as you revealed you liked this type.'

I sent the next one. In it, I had removed my bra. One hand cupped a breast, and the other pulled the thong to the side.  

'Oh my, that got a rise out of me, and I would love to replace your fingers with my tongue and hear your moans of pleasure.'

His reply sent a shudder through me as my mind and body responded. I was about to answer when a text quickly followed.

'Misty, I shouldn't have said that, my apology for my crude reply to the beautifully erotic pic you shared with me. It was a case of little head overruling big head. I hope it didn't offend and I am sorry.'

Offended, hell no, my body was hot with arousal.

'Gil, no offense taken. This is new territory for me, but I am enjoying the experience. You've been such a gentleman, and letting loose is okay. Your reaction is what, the pic was meant to elicit. Tell me what you feel. I'm hot and wet in anticipation.'

'Misty, you are killing me! My Chromebook is tilted in an odd position, especially after that last pic. My tongue is buried so deep within you, and my hands are on your breasts, fingers teasing your hard nipples.'

'Oh my, you naughty man. Yes, that's it don't hold back. Tell me the naughty things you want to do to me!'

The following picture was the last and most erotic one taken that evening. Brian and I were so aroused. The sex that followed was hard primal fucking. In it, I had removed my panties and was laid back on the bed, legs spread, cupping my breast. My bare pussy glistened with my wetness. I was smiling seductively at the camera.

'O-M-G. WOW!!!! My heart skipped a beat and I'm so hard just looking at you. Such a beautiful smile but to replace it with an "O" mouth, moans, grunts, and squeals would be a dream come true. Your eyes sparkle with such a look of anticipation in that pic. I love it.'

His text had me hot and wet with arousal. I teased my nips and ran a finger along my soaked panties, pushing the silk into my folds. Fingering my clit through the material felt so good as I continued reading.

'I so wish I could satisfy your need with my throbbing cock. Your pussy is so damn beautiful and perfect. I could suck on you for hours. Your soft, smooth thighs press against my face as your legs are wrapped around my head. I can feel your thighs pressing harder against my cheeks. As your orgasm explodes, your back arches, and your head and body thrash about. You yell as my tongue is vigorously licking your sweet nectar, and your body quivers and shakes.'

I slipped off my cum soaked panties as I continued reading his text.

'You finally relax, open your legs, gently grab my head, pulling me up. I aligned my cock to impale you. With your legs wrapped around me I thrust deep within, you moan with pleasure, as I fuck your wanton pussy hard and deep. As you orgasm from the penetration I push as far as I can and just hold while cumming in that sweet pussy.'

'Oh fuck yes! That's so hot. Stroke your hard throbbing cock. Imagine it plunging into my hot wet cunt.'

'Misty, I'm so hard it hurts looking at your picture. You're so damn beautiful. I'm stroking my cock fantasizing about you. Oh god, I'm going to cum!'

'Oh yes, Gil, don't hold back, cum hard for me! I'm so close.'

The thought of him cumming set me off. I writhed and squealed with delight as I rubbed my clit and fingered myself. The heat and the pressure rising from within sent me over the edge. The waves of pleasure washed over me as I was in the throes of an incredible orgasm.

As I lay quivering in the afterglow, I realized I had never squirted and wanted more of this. I needed the freedom to experience it unbound.

I was at a loss for words as I recovered. I typed a short response.

'Oh my, Gil, that was incredible and a first for me.'

'Misty, You're just as beautiful nude as I imagined. Thank you, this meant so much and was a first for me as well.'

'I am flattered and admittedly aroused by your thoughts of me. My self-esteem has been low. You have helped to restore it with your sweet words. Gil, I value you as a friend but this can only remain a one-time fantasy.'

'Misty, I understand, and again, thank you. I value our friendship as well. I will forever cherish this experience. I will be happy to continue a platonic relationship with you.'

'Gil, that means so much. I needed the affirmation after my break-up. It's late, I'm sated and ready for sleep. Good night Gil.'

'Sweet dreams, Misty.'