"BigBreasts22... hmmm, how can I resist that?"
Tom clicked on her bio page soon after entering the Pic Room. Various pics and GIFS of hot women posing and sucking on enormous cocks flowed down the page. Tom ignored most of these. If he wanted to see porn, he could simply pop onto one of his well-used sites and jack off. Her bio page popped onto his screen.
Age: 22
Capricorn
Single
Bisexual
The avatar pic was of a stunning brunette with a slim body and a black bikini top. He couldn't see the face, but the bikini was holding a very nice set of breasts. They were round, firm and just hung there defying gravity. The name seemed to ring true.
Back in the room, two things were going on almost as if oblivious to each other. One: Friends were talking to each other as the porn images flash by. A little sexual innuendo, but otherwise it could be friends chatting at a Chili's. Two: Dudes, horny dudes were stalking anything that had a female avatar. Goal: To find someone to cyber with. Each new female entering the room was a possible cyber mate.
Tom fell into the latter group. He started with a mild, "Hi, how are you doing tonight?" It posted on the board.
"Fine, how about you?" was the reply on the board from BigBreasts22.
This was a good sign. If she wasn't interested in any interaction, the response was usually either nothing or a simple, "Fine."
After seeing a bunch of slimy pick up lines, Tom tried a subtler approach.
"So do you feel like chum in shark-infested waters?" He hoped this would get a response.
"Ha, maybe a little"
"So what really brings you here tonight?"
"Nothing going on here. I come to read the stories. Thought I would check out the chat rooms."
"No hot date tonight? I checked out your page. If that avatar is you, you must have a big stick to beat them off with." Tom felt good. She was responding to his banter.
"You like the pic?"
"What's not to like?"
"Guess my name is not exactly subtle..."
"No, but I like it. A lot."
"Thanks."
Tom took a chance and sent an invite for a private chat. She accepted.
"Thanks for accepting. Nice to get out of the main room with all the pics zooming by."
"Yeah. But did I just get into a smaller tank with a shark?"
"I only bite if you want me to..."
"Ha, I like you. You're funny."
"I try. Comes with experience."
"I see you are not exactly college age."
"Does that bother you?"
"Actually no. I am really tired of college frat boys. The last three I have dated were all jerks. Only concerned with their frat bros and getting off. If I hear 'Dude' or 'Bro' one more time, I will scream!"
Tom chuckled to himself. She was sassy. She seemed smart. He was beginning to like this one.
"So tell me a bit about yourself."
"Well, 5'4", 34 DD. 120 lbs. Brown eyes...is that what you wanted to know?"
"Nice start. I will have you know, not that you asked, that I am a boob man. So I am now semi-hard...lol!"
"Ha, only semi?"
Tom was really semi-hard. The thought of a nice, young set of breasts, with dark brown nipples the size of a pencil eraser suddenly popped into his head. He always had been a boob man. Several of his past girlfriends and his wife were well endowed.
They chatted about all different things. She was easy to talk to. He told her why he was on Lush. He was fifty-four, married for thirty years. Happy, but also not. Loved his wife, but sex was not on the table anymore. She was not interested. The few times they did have sex, it was a quick in and out. She never initiated. He actually waited eight months last year to see if she would suggest sex. She didn't. They talked and laughed and enjoyed each other's company, but she said she simply wasn't interested. When they were first together, he would often awake with her hand on his cock. Now she slept on the other side of the bed and they never touched unless it was by accident. He, on the other hand, loved sex. Always had. He could go multiple times a day. So his life was now resigned to masturbation at least once a day. He was still in good shape thanks to tennis and cycling daily. His 6'1" frame carried 195 lbs. Not the 175 lbs he was when he did triathlons in college, but not too bad at his age. She told him that she was a nurse, fresh out of school. Dated a bunch of jerks. In Chicago, originally from Wisconsin. A Cheesehead. Born and bred. Loved football, never missed a Packer game. Tom looked at his watch and realized that two hours had gone by. He hadn't even tried to cyber with her. Not the original plan.
"I have an early shift so I gotta get some sleep. I enjoyed talking to you. Pretty cool for an old guy...hahaha!"
"Yeah, you're ok for a Cheesehead...Rams fan from way back."
"Nice run last year, too bad you ran into Bellicheck and Brady..."
"Ouch"
"Too soon?"
"Getting over it."
"Talk soon?"
"Yes, please. Sending a friend request."
"Got it. Night stud."
"Ha, night sexy."
Tom logged off. That was not what he had planned for the evening. He simply wanted to hook up for some quick cyber. Maybe a little sexual banter. Two hours talking to a twenty-two-year-old about everything and anything like she was an old friend was totally unexpected. Wow, just wow.
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The next morning, Tom got up and went to his desk. He ran a consulting business out of his home office. Being an expert in his field allowed him to make a very nice living only working a few hours a day. Each morning, he did his consultations and talked to clients. By noon, the work for the day was done. His wife is an interior designer and is out of the house meeting with clients, shopping or at her studio working. Most days she left early and returned late. Toms days were spent alone. Tennis, cycling, golf and working out were how he spent his afternoons. This morning, he logged on to Lush while he was finishing up his consults. He saw a Poke in the upper right-hand corner. It was her. A little butterfly fluttered in his stomach. What, was he in high school? He hadn't felt that in a long time. He answered the Poke.
"Hey you"
"Hey yourself." Tom was typing and trying to work at the same time. He felt a stirring in his groin.
"What are you up to?"