Roberta was an older lady, widowed and lonely. we struck up a conversation and she appeared to be a bit on the randy side. I suggested she try something that might relieve her sexual frustration and she agreed. I told her to relax and read what I type and try to picture that in her mind as completely as possible. I told her that I was kissing her and my tongue was pressing softly at her lips and that she parted her lips slightly. Our tongues met and played. As we kissed, my hands explored her body and caressed her breasts, gently squeezing them and rubbing the nipples. She type, Oh, my. Shall I continue, and she answered Please. I kissed down her neck and on to her breast tops where I licked and sucked tenderly, then my mouth found her nipple. My hot breath causing her nipples to harden and I kissed them and sucked each one in turn into my mouth and nibbled the rubbery flesh, and she moaned and pressed her breasts into my face. My God, Roberta, you have magnificent tits. As I lavished tongue swirling and flicking on her nipples, my hand slid down her body to find her mound and caress and rub it. I said she lifted her hips to press her mound into my hand and I slid my fingers between her thighs, rubbing her slit. I could feel moisture through her clothes, and her hands were starting to explore my body. Suddenly, she typed that we needed to stop right now so she could catch her breath. Her typing was rather erratic, so I said sure, we could talk tomorrow and that I hoped we would chat some more. The next day, we spoke online and she said she was sorry for stopping me, but she felt like she hadn't felt for years. Will you give me another chance? she asked. But of course, love, I am here for you. She typed hehe and said that this time she would have a towel. She could not believe she had gotten that wet and what I was doing was amazing. Was it hypnosis. she asked. no, I said, but it is taught to hypnotists and is called guided imagery. I explained about the subconscious mind not being able to tell the difference between an actual event and one that is vividly imagined. What she had felt the day before in her mind had actually taken place. Wow, she said, it doesn't seem possible. Would you think I was a slut if I wanted to go on? No, my dear. you simply want to experience a normal human desire. I told her to get a couple of towels and put them on her recliner and get comfortable the next day.

 

great story thanks it fullfills a long held desire to connect with a lady like that, i love your stories thank you

 

I am honored.