MIKE SMITH
smith1426@yahoo.com
Careful What You Wish For (Peaches II)
carefulw.txt
Straight
MF, oral

Careful What You Wish For

It was six months later I saw Peaches again. That was six months after I wanted
to see her and a hundred years before I thought I ever would. In case you don't
know, we're "cyber sex buddies" and spend lots of time teasing each other and
arousing each other over the web, almost daily. She's the hottest woman I've
ever talked with and the one time I met her I found out she was even hotter in
the flesh. But that's a whole other story.

Six months on from our F2F (face to face) meeting, I had to visit her hometown
on a boring work assignment. While setting up the trip I asked if she was
interested in meeting up, but she sadly declined my offer. I wasn't surprised,
even when we met in person Peaches had confined our encounter to her
masturbating in front of me. Which, I have to admit was nice, but ultimately I
still wished for some real physical contact, intimate contact, fucking. She
always said she preferred to talk to me, use her imagination and, I presumed,
her hand.

In the meantime, Peaches and I continued to expand our sexual experiences over
the web. By now we knew more about what each other liked, what we fantasized
about and wanted to do to each other than most couples who'd been together
physically for years.

****

It felt funny being in her town, knowing she walked those streets and frequented
those stores, funny to be so close to her yet nowhere near close enough to quell
the fire in me. After my days' work I checked into my hotel and fired up my
laptop to check my e-mail. It wasn't long until Peaches joined me online. As
soon as I saw her name bounce onto the screen my dick was hardening.

"Hey You." Was her usual greeting when we typed our messages to each other.
"Wanna, get dirty with me for a while? I could use some of that nice cock of
yours, makes me wet just thinking about it."

"You know I can't resist a quick session with you Peaches. Excuse me while I
slip off these pants. You shaved that pussy of yours lately? I can almost smell
you here. I reckon I could find it in the dark with my nose and lick you until
you screamed for mercy."

"Sounds nice boy. I'm not wearing any panties . . . easy access for my fingers!
Shame you're not here right now to give me some. You think you could slip a
finger or two up there for me? I could lick that drop of cum of the end of your
dick for you in return. You sound like you could use a good blowjob after a hard
day's work."

That's how it always was: we typed our messages and stroked ourselves until we
were satisfied. Hardly conventional, but highly sexual, and very fulfilling. I
sat at the desk in my hotel for almost an hour playing with my hard on while
Peaches told me everything she'd do to it if she were there and I imagined
sliding between those beautiful pussy lips of hers. The positions were endless,
the sexuality enormous and the relationship better than any "real" one I'd ever
known.

"I gotta meet someone for dinner." I reluctantly had to bring our conversation
to an end. "Hey, this is your town. Wanna recommend somewhere to go?"

"Now, you know I can't give you my address, and you know I do the best pussy pie
in town, not to mention head soufflé for desert. Anyway, I'm sure you're looking
forward to a good dinner with your friend. Is she nice?"

"He's at least 60 and not my type. I think even his daughter's too old for me."

Peaches recommended a couple of places but didn't agree to meet me after dinner,
something I'd faintly hoped, or was it wished, for. "I guess I'm just gonna have
to come back here to this lonely old hotel room and give myself another hand
job."

"Sounds like it. Wish I was there to watch. That would be so HOT."

"You should drop by." I encouraged.

"You should be careful what you wish for." She warned. "It's not as easy as you
think to jerk off to an audience. Last guy who let me watch him couldn't cum. He
sat there for almost an hour, all macho and determined to prove he could do it,
his hand all blurred and ineffective. In the end his cock looked like Rudolph's
nose and I never saw him again."

"I could do it for you." With Peaches, I figured I could do anything.

"Whatever. Go get your dinner and I'll check in with you later. I can't wait to
hear how you'd get my wet knickers off only using your teeth, so I could pull
them over your cock and tie your balls up with them while I run my tongue around
the rim of your cock."

Unfortunately, I was now late and didn't have time to jerk off before I had to
rush down to the lobby to meet my client. My hard on ached, but that would have
to wait until later.

****

When I got back to the room it was almost ten and I couldn't wait to get back
online. Hopefully Peaches would be around and I could relieve the tension she'd
set up with our chat earlier. Damn, she wasn't there. I waited a few minutes,
and then poured myself a beer. When she didn't appear online, I decided to set
up a slideshow of the pictures she let me take the last time we met and jerk off
to them.

The phone rang. Like, fuck. Just when I'm getting comfortable and enjoying the
first strokes. "Hello."

"Hi." I immediately recognized the voice even though we hadn't spoken in six
months, Peaches. "I thought of you in that hotel room of yours, all alone with
your hard on. So I thought I'd like to talk you though and hear you cum. Does
that sound like fun?"

"Sure." I was a little taken aback as we'd never done anything by phone before,
but I knew where Peaches was concerned, it would probably be hot. I pushed a
button on the phone and replaced the handset. Her authoritative voice came
through the speaker. "You wanna tell me what to do?" I asked.

"Mmmm, that would be good. Have you taken your pants off yet?"

"Not off, they're around my ankles."

"Take them off, all your underwear, socks and your shirt too. I want you naked."
She waited a few seconds, giving me time to prepare, "Okay. I want you to kneel
up on the bed, spread your knees, but not too much. Take your dick in your left
hand and cup your balls in your right, just like I would do. Are you hard yet?"

"Very."

"Good. Now open your room door and let me watch."

""What? You're here?"

"I told you to be careful what you wished for." The line went dead.

When I opened the door, Peaches was standing there with a big smile on her face
and a cell phone in her hand. I let her in quickly, my dick wobbling around
unrestricted by clothes.

"Mmmm," she looked down, "THAT hasn't changed much. Nice cock. Now get on that
bed and jerk yourself off like I told you."

Like I was ever going to disobey her. As I got back into position on the bed
Peaches slipped off her jacket and revealed a short, tight denim skirt and a
low- cut white top that bulged with the promise of her 34Cs. She sat back in the
room's one chair and looked at me. "Go to it then boy. Let me see that cum fly."
She challenged.

So I grabbed myself and started stroking. Even after the first few tugs I knew
she was right, this is easier said than done. By the time she smirked and said,
"Not so easy now, is it?" I was sure my hard on was deflating. I tried to divert
my mind from Peaches' presence and the pressure it put on me as she watched my
most personal of actions, but that was never going to work - ignore the
beautiful girl in the same room when you've got a hard on, yeah, right. Oh God,
I really was deflating. Come on dick, don't fail me now, not after all those
times I told her I was hard for hours talking to her.

My savior came when Peaches sat back in her chair and let her legs slide open a
little, just enough to show off the lines of her white panties. Instantly I felt
a twitch in the right direction. She noticed too. "Mmmm, looks like you're
getting into this now. I do like your technique, fingers rather than palm, much
more delicate and sensitive I always find. I almost wish I could lick your
shaft, slowly, from the balls up. Then I'd pop the head into my mouth. I think
you'd like that."

I nodded in time with my wrist, which was now moving faster than I wanted but
slower than I needed. I was almost back to full strength when Peaches reached
down with her hand, hitched her skirt and traced the front of her panties with a
finger. Maybe she was getting into this too.

Feeling more confident and less pressured, I managed to slow my strokes and
start to enjoy Peaches as she continued to stroke herself and now cup her
breasts through her top and bra. "Keep your mind on the job now." She warned.
"No slacking." She deftly slipped a hand up her top and inside her bra, briefly
closing her eyes as she played with her nipples. All consciousness of what I was
doing was disappearing as I watched her pull the top off and loosen the bra.

These familiar boobs came into view as the clothing was whipped away and Peaches
tweaked her own nipples while staring at my hand and hard on. She wasted no time
at all pulling down her skirt and panties in one movement, then settling back
into the chair to rub herself.

The sight of that familiar neatly shaved pussy was just too much and with a
grunt I felt myself overtaken by a huge, shattering orgasm. As I spurted cum
onto the bedclothes Peaches smiled, inserted a finger all the way up her lovely
pussy and closed her eyes. Unable to move, my legs too weak to stand yet, I
watched as she rubbed vigorously, screwed up her features, held her breath and
eventually relax as she came. Her finger stayed right inside her pussy.

"Mmmm, that was lovely." She smiled when her eyes opened. "You did well."
Peaches stood up from the seat and moved towards the bed like a cat on the
prowl. "And you're still hard too. I like that."

She crawled onto the bed in front of me, dipped her head and took my cock in her
mouth, deftly licking off the last drop of cum from the end as she closed her
lips over me. It was my turn to close my eyes and enjoy as she expertly worked
her tongue and sucked. Soon her hand came up to lightly trace across my balls
with an exquisite touch, just like we'd discussed so many times online. Now it
was all flesh and raw sex.

At first there was little I could do but kneel there and enjoy the sensation of
her working my cock around her mouth, running her tongue all over the head and
pulling it to the back of her throat and into her cheeks. She took control of
the shaft firmly and with expert strokes guided me exactly where she wanted. She
slowly pulled back her head and looked up to me, a silvery string of saliva
connecting the corner of her mouth and my cock. Then she eagerly went back to
work.

I managed to reach over and run my own hand over her ass cheeks, feeling their
roundness, resisting the temptation to slip my fingers between them and down to
her wet pussy. I ended my exploration with a sharp slap of hand on ass that I
felt in her mouth as she caught her breath and tightened her lips around my
shaft. Thankfully she didn't stop working the length of my hard on and running
the head of my cock around and around in her mouth.

Next I reached down and took her boobs in my hands, weighing them and twisting
the already excited nipples. She looked up at me again, one hand still gently
working my shaft, the other tightening on my balls. "Eat my pussy. Now."

I expected her to lay back on the bed but instead she stayed on all fours and I
approached her from behind, the sight of her wet and engorged pussy lips
encouraging me as I prepared for my first taste of Peaches. I paused just before
licking her for the first time, savoring the smell of her and thinking of all
the times I'd sat at the keyboard and told her how I'd lick her inside and out.
Then I ran my tongue down the length if her slit, tasting that sweet juice and
feeling her softness eager to part for me.

Without further hesitation, I twisted my head a little sideways and plunged my
tongue as far as it would go. Peaches lived up to her name, soft and sweet. I
worked my tongue around and felt her body want to writhe in pleasure. This made
my cock twitch and stiffen even further despite being out of her reach. As I
withdrew my tongue, I gently eased the tip towards the top of her slit and onto
her clit, excited and easy to find. As I played my tongue over her clit, I
managed to work a finger into her pussy and feel her tremble again. Now I knew
she'd given up any control she had. My time had finally come, Peaches could no
longer tease and resist.

I stood away from her and savored the moment as I positioned her ass on the end
of the bed. There was no sign of anything but complete acquiescence as I took a
final lingering look at the pussy I was about to enjoy to the very fullest. I
stood one foot on the floor, another on the bed and guided my cock to her pussy.
My turn to tease came as I took it in my hand and slapped her a couple of times
on the ass with it. "Please." Was all she could whimper right then.

I eased up to her and managed one final tease as I rubbed my hard on up and down
her slit a couple of times, watching as the sheen of her juices started to run
down and around the rim of the head. Then I eased my length into her, slowly and
deliberately, all the way. "Oh God that feels so good." She hissed. She wasn't
wrong, she felt soft, wet and tight and as I started to move in and out gently,
I felt her tighten her ass cheeks and pussy muscles increasing my pleasure.

It was never going to last long for either of us, too much pent up tension after
a year of talking about fucking and sucking and teasing. As I kept my thrusts
slow and deliberate, I felt her hand come up towards my balls. As I moved in and
out of her, Peaches let her fingers brush against my balls every time I moved
out, not touching them on the way back in. She knew what she was doing and my
balls started to tighten almost immediately. I reached down and took hold of her
left boob with my hand. I pulled hard on the nipple, hard enough that Peaches
began a soft regular moaning in time to my strokes. I tried to hold back, but it
was never going to work.

As I felt myself beginning to cum I let go of her nipple and reached down for
her clit. As I rubbed her I could feel my hard on moving in and out and noticed
that I'd never known anyone as wet as she was down there. I felt her gasp and
pull tight as she came and with one final thrust I was pumping into her, milking
my balls into her pussy as the orgasm went on forever.

I slumped on the bed next to her, shattered by the experience, swimming in the
sensation and my dick slapping against me, wet and covered in her juices and my
cum. Finally, there was nothing left to the imagination with Peaches.

I felt her move a little, snuggle next to me and lay her hand across my chest.
"Looks like you got all you wished for." She whispered as her hand drifted
downwards. I smiled, knowing what was coming. "Christ, you're still hard." She
grasped me, checking.

"How many times have I told you that when I'm talking with you I'm always hard?
Anyway, what are you going to do about it?"

Without another word, she sat up and straddled me. Grabbing my hard on she stood
it straight up and slid slowly down the length. As she started her own rhythm I
closed my eyes and enjoyed the feelings of my cock being massaged by an
exquisite pussy. I wondered how long we could go on like this, for Peaches was
wrong about one thing, I hadn't got ALL that I'd wished for. Not yet.

****

In the end we stayed in that hotel room for three days trying to out-fuck each
other every way we could think of. We both won, and limped our separate ways
when the world outside could no longer be ignored. Basically, if sense hadn't
prevailed, my dick had stayed attached to me and Peaches' pussy not caught fire,
we would've killed each other ­ death by multiple orgasm.

As we parted in the hotel car park we made a pact to meet up again every year
for one night only, no matter where life took us or who else we were in a
relationship with at the time. The rest of the time we would just have to use
our imaginations and go back to our cyber sex sessions.

I'm now impatiently wishing for that one night, still almost a year away,
knowing what's waiting and torn between wanting it sooner and enjoying the
exquisite anticipation. Whatever, it's the one anticipation that I know will
never disappoint.

I'm guessing there'll be more to write about Peaches in a year or so.

(for KM)

Mike Smith

Smith1426@yahoo.com

All comments welcome.