I write erotic stories. Sometimes I get rewarded.
When I publish, I always add my e-mail, in case people want to give me some feedback, which I highly appreciate. After I wrote what I consider one of my best stories I got several reactions, including one from a woman named Cecile who just wrote: Good story. Made me wet. I always reply to all reactions, even to one so short and blunt. Despite being sent by Cecile the short and blunt formulation made me think that this was a teenage boy replying to me. I have that a lot, especially after I post a lesbian story, or a story from a female perspective. A lot of men reply to me, hoping that I am a girl just waiting for them to contact and bed me. I always end up having to disappoint them.
But anyway, I wrote her a thank you note back and she replied within the hour, asking for more stories. Her mails contact somewhat more words and after mailing and replying about ten times in 24 hours I asked if I could have her skype. She told me she didn't have skype, but that she would create an account for me. I was still doubting her being real, but late the next evening, to my big surprise she mailed me her skype name. I added her and she came online right away.
We talked a bit and the conversation turned sexual very fast. She asked me the right question, and I was soon masturbating myself, exposing my secrets to her. She told me she was doing the same thing. I was getting really curious so I asked if I could call her. She did not reply but immediately called me. Her voice was, beyond any doubt feminine and we started an even hotter conversation. She asked me what I was doing and I told her honestly that I was so turned on that I was masturbating. She sighed, which made me even hotter and told me that this conversation was also getting to her and that she would join me.
I asked her how she looked. She was in her early 50s she told me, with long blond hair, a full body and cup e tits. Her voice was a turn on, but the movements I could her on her microphone, like the soft sounds of her undressing and the shortness of breath in her words, did it even more for me. When I was close to cumming I asked her if she wanted to cam. She told me that she was into that too. I could not believe my luck when I saw her. She looked exactly as she described. She was laying on the sofa, all I could see was her face, her beautiful blue eyes, her smile, her shoulders and the top of her breasts. The movement of her shoulders made very clear to me that she was also masturbating. I was braver than her, showing her my fully erect cock which I was jerking like mad. She asked me if I could cum for her and I gladly did while she watched in amazement as if she had never seen it before.
She went offline, but not after reassuring me that she would take good care of herself in bed. This was the first of many experiences with her. We stopped about six months later when she got into a relationship, but by then I had learned all her secrets, and she had learned mine.