My Sexy Awakening

Getting bolder

-Jesus. That was amazing. Really Paul, not only did you make me feel sexy and special, but also my body reacted to your commands in a way I never thought was possible. I can't believe that I just had my first orgasm.

I started to feel emotional about this. I was affected. I imagine most women who can climax regularly take orgasms for granted. But for those of us for whom s*x is more a duty than an enjoyable act, the sensation is just mind-blowing, so much that I could feel the tears building up in my eyes. Between sobs, I said:

- I am so grateful Paul, that I do not know how to put it in words. I mean it. And I feel bad that I am not doing the same for you.

-On the contrary, darling. You have no idea how hard I came. The pictures you sent me drove me nuts. You made me feel like a horny teenage boy. I do crave you. And I feel proud as hell that my plan is working. I thought it would be more challenging to get to the place I got you today. So let me tell you that I am beyond ecstatic.

For the next hour, we talked about everything. It was like chatting with an old friend. It was amazing how easy it was to be with him. We even admitted to each other that we were never able to talk so openly with people we had just met. We discovered we had a lot in common, and we seemed to be building an exceptional bond.

-As much as I am enjoying our talk, it is getting late, and I have a conference call with some colleagues in Shanghai. I know it is a weekend, but we had a sort of emergency, so we need to have a virtual meeting. Lucky me. I need to get moving. We can chat during the week if you want, but sometimes it may take a while to get back to you because I have a pretty hectic schedule. And just for you to know, because I work in the telecommunications sector, my cell phone is insanely encrypted, so anything you write or share with me is safe. I hope we can meet again next Friday at 7. OK?

-Thank you, Paul. I am looking forward to next Friday.

I got inside, and I took another look at my reflection in the mirror. Almost immediately, I started to touch myself as Paul instructed me earlier. It was like I could hear him whispering to my ears. I was fantasizing that he was the one caressing my body. I took the bullet and placed it on my c**t. It was too much. Within minutes, I had another orgasm.

I then cleaned up, went to bed, and grabbed my cellphone. Without thinking about it, I took a selfie of my naked body. I rested on my side, and my curves were in full display. My left arm barely covered my n*****s and showed my ample cleavage. I crossed my legs so my p***y was not visible, and my hair covered most of my face. I was surprised at how artistic and sensual the picture was. I hesitated for a minute but decided to send the picture to Paul with a short message. "Thank you for tonight. I just had my second orgasm. You got me hot and bothered until next Friday."

Ten minutes later, I got his response. "You are killing me, darling. I am now sitting in this meeting with a raging hard-on. Thank God this is a virtual meeting, and my desk covers my crotch. Unfortunately, my concentration faded. I can only think of you on your knees under my desk, with those luscious lips of yours wrapped around my c*ck. I hope one day soon you will feel ready to meet in person. I am obsessed about how it would feel to be inside you. Good night gorgeous. Thank you for gifting me one of the best nights I have had in a very long time."

Paul's message made me think about many things. I never even considered the possibility of giving a blow job. I found the idea unappealing. The one time Ethan asked me if I would be willing to try, I told him that I didn't know, and he never mentioned the issue again. Now that Paul brought up the possibility, my mouth watered, and my body was on fire. However, was I ever going to be able to meet him in person? Could I take this "self-discovery journey" to the next level?

I would love to, but I am afraid. Paul is a marvelous man who has had an incredible effect on me. I am not sure I could have a one-night stand with him, knowing that he doesn't do repeats. I don't want to lose him. It is too risky. After he takes me out of his system, he will probably forget about me for good. Even if he was attracted to me and willing to see me again, my inexperience in the s*x department might be a passion killer. I would probably suck (no pun intended) at s*x. A fantasy about me will undoubtedly be a thousand times better than the real dull me. I closed my eyes until the following morning with that thought in mind.

Sunday was a beautiful day. After visiting baby Natalia and my sister for a little while, I went to Chestnut Park and sat under my favorite oak tree to read an addictive novel. I then had lunch with Amanda at a cute corner café a few blocks away from home. As soon as we ordered, Amanda looked straight into my eyes and spoke.

-Now Andy, tell me all about it.

-What do you mean? Tell you what?

-Something is going on. You look different; you are glowing. You seem so peaceful; I don't know, you look happy.

-Well, that is because I am happy. I never thought it would be possible to live across my safe heaven. The article I am writing right now is going well, and I got paid a ridiculous amount of money to edit, or should I say rewrite, a biography of this shallow celebrity I cannot tell you about because I signed a non-disclosure agreement. I have never been as content in my life.

-Mmm… I see. But there is something else. Look at me, Andrea, did you meet someone special?

Although I did not want to give away the details about my self-discovery journey, I'm not too fond of the idea of lying to my best friend. So, I decided to tell her the general picture without getting into details.

-I know what I am going to tell you may sound weird. I have a neighbor, Paul, who lives in the house behind my patio's fence. We haven't met in person, but we have been hanging out quite a bit.

-You lost me. How are you supposed to hang out with someone you haven't even met?

-Well, we do. Paul sits at his side of the fence, and I sit at my side, and we talk. I had intense conversations with him, I even confided in him some of my concerns, and you know how shy I tend to be with strangers. For some reason, I feel incredibly comfortable with him. He knows about what happened to my parents, about Ethan's betrayal. I don't know. We shared truly personal stuff.

-Wow. And what did this neighbor of yours share with you?

Her question left me wondering. Now that I think about it, Paul did not share any personal information with me. I mean, he told me about his job, that he was not in a committed relationship, that he enjoyed women's company, but not much more. I even shared a couple of pictures that exposed me, but he did not return the favor. His profile picture is a landscape shot of a beach. I immediately felt insecure; he probably doesn't trust me. Perhaps he doesn't want to develop a relationship with me beyond our naughty experiment.

-Andrea? You got distracted.

-No, sorry, I was thinking. He told me many things, too, mostly about his job, aspirations, and background. Fascinating guy.



Fortunately, Amanda changed topics, so I didn't have to tell her the whole truth. I knew much less about Paul than he knew about me, and that bothered the hell out of me.