SERIAL FICTION

Images Of Them In Her Mind

Shadows Of Mayday #4: Cathy #3: During the first airborne moments, Cathy remembers their last online chat

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The lady next to her didn’t let go of her hand. Cathy leaned towards her.

“We’re in the air,” she said.

The only reply she got was a deep sigh from the lady. Cathy almost laughed out loud when she realized the woman had fallen asleep during takeoff.

So much for being afraid of it, she thought with a smile.

Cathy wriggled her hand free and gently laid the lady’s hand in her lap. Then she did the same: she rested her head against the backrest of the seat and closed her eyes.

Her thoughts were back with the man waiting for her at the end of this long flight. The man she would finally meet in real life. At the end of this day, she would share his bed. They had looked forward to this almost from the moment they met online about a year ago.

Both of them had tried hard and long to find a partner in their own countries, in their own environments, but neither of them found anyone. They both reverted to the internet for friendship and had a glimmer of hope of finding a partner.

That was what they had found in each other and they hoped their real-life-meeting would prove they were the soul mates they believed to be.

Cathy’s thoughts wandered back to their last online chat.

They were both thrilled because it was less than 48 hours before they would see each other for the first time. Their enthusiasm for their pending meeting soon spilled over into sexual excitement. They had played around on the webcam before, but that was more a show and tell than full-blown cybersex.

However, during their last chat, they went ‘all the way’. It was fun and hot and exciting and only intensified the building tension for their meeting. Cathy blushed a little as she pictured herself naked in front of the webcam.

It started out silly.

They played an online game of poker and then changed it into a game of strip poker. Bit by bit, they took off their clothes. Even though it was then part of the strip poker game, it wasn’t the first time they had seen each other naked on the webcam. There was something different this time. The sexual tension and their excitement made it different. Once they were both naked, they adjusted the rules as their game progressed.

“If you lose the next game, I want you to push a finger into your pussy. Then put it in your mouth,” her online lover said.

“And if you lose it, I want you to take spit and rub it around the head of your cock,” she reciprocated.

They played the next game, and she lost. In hindsight, Cathy couldn’t explain what had come over her. Instead of just pushing a finger into her pussy and then putting it in her mouth, she sucked seductively on her finger. She moved her finger back to her pussy, dipped inside again and repeated the sucking.

She watched him on the screen. He leaned forward, closer to the webcam, closer to his own screen. The expression on his dark face was a mixture of lust and frustration.

“Show me more,” he whispered.

Cathy spread her legs and put them on her desk. During the months they had gotten to know each other, she had learned to trust him enough to follow his directions.

“I want to see you masturbate,” he spoke. “Show me what you want me to do to you when you’re here.”

She smiled at him as her fingers touched her clitoris. In slow, almost exaggerated movements, she moved her index finger around her button. She pushed two fingers inside her wet hole again and spread her wetness towards the erect piece of flesh. One finger moved around in circles before a second joined it. With the fingers of her other hand, she spread her labia wide.

Cathy’s nipples tingled as they hardened with her growing excitement. She loved to see them stand up, erect and proud. Her eyes moved to her crotch. She had always liked to watch her fingers when she pleasured herself.

This time, it was different, but still as enjoyable. Her eyes flashed back to her screen. He had his eyes fixed on her crotch. That he watched her heightened her pleasure. In all earnest, she fingered herself and then went back to rubbing her clitoris with those same two wet fingers.

Cathy watched her hand as she repeatedly penetrated herself with her fingers and each time she tried to get deeper; each time she returned to her clitoris.

Her eyes moved back to the screen. She almost climaxed right then. He moved his big hand up and down his hard, dark brown cock. He smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. His hand didn’t miss a beat. For a couple of moments, their eyes locked together.

“Shall we try to come together?” he asked.

Cathy nodded. She could hold off on her orgasm for some time.

“Tell me when you’re almost there,” she smiled.

No more words passed through the microphones until the moment he warned her that his orgasm was close. They watched each other as they masturbated. They looked at each other’s genitals, tried to learn something about the movements the other liked, and smiled at each other with lust written in their eyes.

Cathy climaxed only a couple of seconds after he did.

They were shy afterwards, but spoke about it. That was one thing Cathy loved about him. He discussed things openly with her.

After their cybersex experience, he wanted to make sure she was okay. He told her how much he loved looking at her and that he wanted to do it again in the coming days.

Cathy admitted she longed for him; that she couldn’t wait for the moment that she would feel his muscular body against hers. She wanted to touch him, wanted to trail her fingers over his beautiful dark skin. She wanted to kiss him and wanted to make him reach his orgasm while it was her hand around his cock.

Their cyber orgasms did nothing to satisfy their lust for each other. In fact, it only intensified the fires of lust burning in them. Thankfully, they both expressed, in forty-eight hours, they would be together.

Cathy opened her eyes. A smile lingered around her mouth. In less than eleven hours, she would be there with him. She would hug him, kiss him and talk to him without a screen and ten thousand kilometers between them. Tonight, she would share his bed with him. The next three weeks, she would get to know him even better than she did in the past year.

“Would you like something to drink, ma’am?” the flight attendant asked, interrupting Cathy’s thoughts.

“Yes, may I have a cup of tea, please?” Cathy asked, while bending down to retrieve the electronic reader from her handbag. She settled in as best as she could and started reading. Her thoughts of him were never far away, but soon the story in front of her eyes transported her to a different world, far away from the inside of the plane.

Continued: Shadows Of Mayday #5

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This story is a work of fiction, and the author’s tribute to all victims of air crashes. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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