You've Got Mail

You’ve Got Mail

By Robert Dogwood

Copyright RobertDogwood 2002

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or place or person, living or
dead is entirely coincidental.

NC-17 for sexual content

Fantasy-Romance

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The beautiful young woman sat wearily on her chair behind her home computer. She had just arrived home from another brutally busy day at work. The young woman was half Native American (“her better half” she was fond of saying) and owned exotic facial features and shining long back hair that hung far down her back.

As soon as she booted up her computer and then went online, she observed that she had mail. There was certainly no surprise in that. She always had mail. The young woman, whose name was Kristin, opened up her mailbox by clicking her mouse on the appropriate spot. Immediately she realized she had email from Robert. Once again, there was no surprise in that either. Robert wrote her two to three times daily. He was her online lover; at least in name. In actuality he was sort of a middle aged pervert who loved her dearly. Kristin was ambivalent concerning her emotions toward him and yet realized he often made her very happy and sometimes she did feel as though she loved him in return.

She open the email from him that bore the usual subject of Good Morning. Since Kristin lived on the opposite coast from Robert, he often wrote her during her night of sleep in hopes that she might come online before going to work. This was usually a rare occurrence because the young woman was usually running late for work.

Kristin began to read his missive, which began Dear Love when a hand suddenly reached out from her computer screen and grasped her by the right hand. She naturally gave out with a shrill scream.

The hand, which was attached to an arm, quickly pulled Kristin completely into the computer screen until she had disappeared from the room she had been sitting in. Glancing around, the beautiful young woman observed an environment that was as white as a piece of printing paper.

‘What the hell is going on here?!’ she thought almost hysterically.

Then she noticed a man standing in front of her who she recognized as her friend Robert, from the photograph he had sent her via email. He had long dark hair that hung to his shoulders, wore glasses and appeared to be in his middle forties although Kristin knew he was a good ten years older. And he was stark naked!

“Ekkkk!” she sputtered, somewhat humorously, because she didn’t turn her head away from his nudity. After all, the beautiful woman was married with a child so none of this was exactly new territory to her.

“Where are your clothes?” Kristin demanded of him.

“Isn’t that just like a woman?” the man answered with a smile. “You don’t ask where the hell we are, how the heck did this happen and what are we going to do to get back, but instead – where are my clothes? Well, you should know by now that I often don’t wear clothes at home and I just happened to not be wearing any when I got sucked into the computer.”

Kristin recognized that he spoke the truth, at least he had mentioned to her than he was often naked when he spoke to her online. She had never known if she should really believe him or not, but decided then and there that he had been speaking the truth.

“Well,” the dark-haired woman demanded, “answer any of those other questions that you want to.”

“I was sitting at my computer writing you the email when I began wishing that I was with you so intensely because my pain about not being to see you was almost unbearable and all of the sudden I felt myself being pulled into the computer when I clicked on send now. And I guess I’ve been swirling around online since then. What time is it now?” the naked man said.

“Oh, it was about 7 o’clock,” Kristin answered.

“Good grief!” Robert exclaimed. “I’ve been in here for hours!”

The beautiful woman declared, “Even if I accept that’s why you’re in here, what am I doing here?”

“I guess my overwhelming desire for you pulled you in with me,” the middle aged man ruefully admitted.

“Well, that’s just great!” she exclaimed sarcastically. “But how are we going to get out and what are we going to do in the meantime?”

“Oh, I can think of a few things,” the man said, maliciously grinning while reaching out with his long arms and pulling her close to him. The dark-haired beauty slapped at him playfully and exclaimed, “No way, not yet. We’ve already decided that we are going to wait.”

“Yeah,” Robert agreed reluctantly. “But there are other things we can do, you know?”

The middle aged man proceeded to relieve Kristin of her work clothes quickly leaving her standing in bra and panties. The naked man immediately observed that his lover hadn’t been lying about the size of her breasts as they were enormous, but still beautifully shaped beneath her underpinnings. He immediately developed a erection.

He leaned down as he was six foot, two inches tall and his lover was only five foot, eight, and he kissed her passionately. The woman moaned and pushed her tongue into his mouth. As his erection poked her just below her bosom, the dark-haired beauty grasped it with her left hand and inquired with a slight smile on her beautiful features, “What’s this thing doing here?”

“I’m not really sure,” the man joked. “I just keep finding it hanging around in front of me.”

“Let’s see what we can do with it,” Kristin suggested, leaning down and placing her mouth around it. She suckled it, slowly at first and then, as time went by, faster and faster until Robert’s body shuddered involuntarily. The dark-haired young woman removed her mouth right at the crucial second and her lover’s penis shot out its load of hot semen against her white panties.

“Ah, ah, ah,” the man groaned.

“Aw, look what you did now,” Kristin complained with a smile belying her complaint.

As Robert completed his orgasm, his knees buckled and he almost fell until the young woman reached out with a hand and steadied him on his feet.

“You okay,?” she asked with concern in her voice.

“Okay?” he echoed. “That was truly awesome!”

“Okay, smart guy,” Kristin retorted. “What are you going to do about this mess on my underwear?”

“Let me see it,” Robert replied, bending over to get a closer look. “Oh, I can fix this,” the long haired man responded.

“You can?” the dark-haired beauty questioned. “How?”

“Like this,” Robert explained, very gently pulling her panties down past her hips to the floor and then helping her step out of them leaving her naked from the waist down. The middle aged man’s penis immediately grew hard again at the sight of his half naked lover.

Kristin murmured, “I guess you weren’t lying about your sexual proclivities.”

“Why?” he asked surprised. “Did you think I was lying?”

“No, not exactly,” the dark-haired beauty replied. “But I thought maybe you were seeing things like they had been once rather than they were now.”

Pulling her close to him, Robert kissed her again passionately while his penis once again grew to its full length. Kristin disengaged for a minute from the kisses and spoke, “I would like you to do something for me.”

“Why certainly, my love,” was the man’s corny response.

“I want you to masturbate,” the dark-haired woman explained.

“What?!”

“You heard me. I want you to masturbate. I just did something for you, didn’t I? I’ve never gotten to watch a man masturbate and I want to see it just once.”

“Okay,” Robert agreed reluctantly. “But you have to provide me with some stimulation.”

“This isn’t good enough for you?” the beautiful woman asked, referring to her half naked condition.

“Nope,” he insisted. “I want the whole thing or I won’t do it.”

“Okay, okay,” she acquiesced with a sigh.

The woman unfastened her bra in the front and her forty-twoD sized breasts tumbled forward. She usually always wore a bra except when she bathed because it often hurt to go unsupported for any length of time. She hoped in this case he would be quick.

“God,” Robert exclaimed with awe in his voice. “You told me about them, but that ain’t nothing like seeing them. Good Christ, you’re beautiful.”

“Mkay,” she said.

Kristin was often uncomfortable being praised for her personal appearance. It wasn’t anything that she was really responsible for. She would really rather be praised for something she accomplished on her own, not something she was already.

The man began stroking his erection the entire length from stem to the head and back while intensely staring at a sight that up to today he had only dreamed of. Kristin looked on fascinated with the entire procedure.

“So that feels great?” she asked.

Robert just smiled and continued to stroke himself. He felt his orgasm building and he didn’t want to distract himself in any way. He could always answer her questions later. The raven-haired woman stepped a little closer to get a better look. She saw his penis almost looked as if it were going to stretch farther than his skin would allow and that the head had grown extremely large.

She realized he was getting close as he started moaning lowly as well as making thrusting motions with his hips. Kristin admitted to herself that she found it flattering that he had not taken his eyes off her the entire time. It was quite obvious that it was she he was making love to.

Suddenly Robert began to experience his orgasm. She watched fascinated because she had never actually seen anything like this before. Whenever a man had had a climax in her experience, it was with her. She watched as his semen began to shoot out of the head of his sexual organ and land all over the place. Kristin noticed that some of it was projectile, while the rest of it seemed to ooze out as an afterthought and drip down the man’s hand and penis. Finally the long haired man was finished climaxing.

“Whew,” he said. “That was awesome because of you. Thanks.”

“No, thank you,” Kristin insisted. “What can I do for you now?” she wondered.

As Robert leered at her in a broad burlesque fashion, Kristin insisted, “No, we’ve decided that we’re not ready for that yet. But what else could I do?”

“Well,: the long haired man explained. “Turn about is fair play, isn’t it?”

As he stood there grinning at the beautiful young woman, sudden comprehension filled her eyes.

“Oh no,” Kristin protested. “I couldn’t do that in front of you.”

“Why not? I did it. And you promised anything I wanted, and that’s what I want.”

“Oh, alright,” the dark-haired woman acquiesced reluctantly. “But how? I couldn’t do it standing up the way you did and I don’t even know where we’re at or what we’re standing on.”

Robert offered, “Don’t worry. I’ll help you out.”

And he took her by the hand and he first sat on the floor with his legs straight out and then he pulled her down so she was sitting on his legs and some of his lap. He leaned forward and kissed her sweetly a couple of times and then she began.

Kristin slipped her left hand down to her labia and, using her middle finger, she manipulated her clitoris. She was actually very practiced with this and knew how to please herself better than a man would, but she still would rather make love to a man, but the other did feel good today.

Robert had a clear close up view of the dark-haired beauty manipulating her sex with her fingers. He had never really witnessed something like this before in person and he was already finding it extremely sexy as he felt his penis begin to harden again. She happened to look down right then and noticed it and shook her head in wonderment.

“How old did you say you were?” Kristen jokingly said. “Twenty-three?” she answered her rhetorical question.

“Yeah, I wish,” the man said ruefully.

“Hey!” she exclaimed. “Don’t put yourself down like that. You’re better than any twenty-three year old. You’re smarter and more caring – and just as horny.”

“I guess,” he murmured, intently watching her manipulate her clit.

Suddenly the woman with the long dark hair had a revelation and she removed her hand from herself and reached out and took one of Robert’s hands and placed it on her labia, while she grasped his penis and stroked it. The older man got the idea and he stroked her clitoris while leaning over and kissing her. They kissed more and more passionately, continuing to manipulate each other’s sexual organs. Suddenly each of them realized the other one was nearing orgasm and redoubled their efforts.

“Oh, oh,” Robert sighed. “I love you so much,” he groaned as he shot his climax straight out into the air.

“I love you too,” Kristin replied, feeling her orgasm whirling up in her from deep inside. “Oh God!” she cried out, simply amazed at how good her lover was causing her to feel.

They sat huddled for a matter of minutes, simply embracing and not saying a word. Without speaking they finally realized it was time for them to go their separate ways. Kristin noticed Robert had began to appear incredibly sad, with tears glistening in his eyes.

“Don’t cry,” she admonished good naturedly. “It happened once, it’s bound to happen again.”

“I guess,” the man uttered, sounding completely disbelieving.

“Yes, it will,” the beautiful woman declared emphatically. “If you believe in it hard enough, like you did today. Then it will happen again.”

“Hey, you’re right,” Robert agreed excitedly. “I’ll make it happen again.”

“Yeah, good,” Kristin said. “But next time make sure it’s when someone else is there to watch Carol.” Carol was Kristen and her husband’s child.

“Okay, I will,” he said with a laugh. The man regained his feet and then helped the woman up.

“What do you think we’re supposed to do?” she asked.

“I think just step back up through the screen and you’ll come out at home.”

“Okay,” Kristin said. “I hope you’re right. I wouldn’t want to pop out of the screen naked at my job or somewhere else.”

“Speaking of which,” Robert commented. “Have you seen your clothes? They were laying just down there a few minutes ago.”

“No, but don’t worry about it,” the dark-haired beauty explained. “They’re easily replaced.”

“Yeah,” the tall man agreed. “But I hope they don’t mess up the internet.”

“You mean mess it up any more than it already is,” retorted Kristin.

“Yeah,” Robert said and laughed. “That is what I mean.”

Kristin declared, “Let’s make this as easy as possible. Give me a kiss and then help me through the screen. We’ll see each other again, I’m sure of it.”

“Okay,” the older man reluctantly agreed. Offering Kristin a kiss, he then took her by the hand and led her to the edge of wherever they were and helped her step through and out into somewhere else.

“Good bye,” he whispered.

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Kristin woke up from her sleep with her head resting on the back of her hands that were sitting on the computer keyboard. She idly wondered what was going on. She had never fallen asleep at the computer before.

‘Wow,’ she thought. ‘What a crazy dream that was. And so real!’ She actually felt wet – unbelievable. Kristin lifted her head and was shocked to realize she was naked. ‘Where are my clothes?’ she thought, glancing around the chair. It suddenly hit her like a train roaring through her brain.

“I’ll be damned,” she spoke aloud.

It wasn’t a dream. It had really happened. And she had no reason to feel guilty for cheating on her husband. Nobody would ever believe this, even if she told them.

The End