From Virtual Sparks To Real Flames - Sex Stories

From Virtual Sparks To Real Flames

... them in red lipstick? Her eloquent imagination was so sultry and contagious.

My answer could have been sheer lingerie shots, provocative poses, and revealing bikini shots, usually hidden behind a rock or bush. A hint of my breasts, a panty pulled aside just right between revealing and letting her imagination run wild... Every day was a new discovery in Kay's sexy mind, and vice versa. Each image made us more intimate but also reminded us of the frustrating distance between us.

I often had to explain my sudden blush to those around me when Kay would send a photo out of the blue. Her mischievous smile, a trait I adored, accompanied her hands, busy pinching her nipples just for me. At times, she'd leave one of her shirts open, casually wearing cute socks.

Her sexiness was striking, effortlessly blending it with a dash of playful charm. An irresistible mix of brains and beauty.

Not only did we both like to tease, but we also had the same sense of humor and laughed about anything during our long phone calls. The connection went from friendly banter to quite sensual and sweet. We liked each other, and that scared both of us.

On a languid, sultry afternoon of exchanging alluring photos, our conversation took a deeper turn as Kay began to pose more intriguing queries.

"Hey baby,"she started,"You're sexy, fun, and smart, and I truly like youA LOTas a person, you know that, right?"

"Of course I do! And you know I feel the same,"-I replied, blushing. She had ...

... never been so strongly open about it.

"You know," she continued,"I haven't even met you, yet you're my first thought in the morning and the last at night. Do you think I'm catching the 'romance' virus or something?." She laughed to make the declaration feel less 'heavy.'

Despite her tentative try to lighten the conversation, my heart raced for excitement; one hand covered my flushed face while I pressed the other between my legs, covered by a short, flowery summer dress. Even through my panties, I could clearly feel my swollen, aroused pussy and pulsating clit. A reaction I was getting used to having often, whenever Kay would say anything even remotely sensual or romantic.

From that moment on, despite the even more daring, naughty photos, we both felt a shift in our relationship. We truly liked each other more than for a mere sexy encounter. We started counting the days until we could finally be in each other's arms.

Occasionally, we'd dream together about our first date and how we would feel. The softness of our lips touching, the passion of our tongues twisted, our breathing getting heavier... As usual, the thought of it sent incredible waves of pleasure all over my body.

My nipples hardened, and my panties would start to get wet. I always ended up sliding my finger up and down my wet slippery pussy lips, thinking of us together after our conversations. But I never told her. I knew she could take it and that she was probably doing the same, but I wanted to wait ...