“Ten-forty-seven, Saturday.” She pressed the ERASE button.
Cait rushed upstairs and quickly pulled off her designer leotard and underwear and dropped it all into the hamper in the bathroom. She turned on the water in the stall shower, adjusted the controls so the nozzles on three sides shot out a soft, warm spray, and climbed in.
The bathroom was a microcosm of the whole house, starkly modern, with primarily white tile and black fixtures. Inlaid, hand-painted, Mexican-style tiles added the only color. Once she’d bought several handmade Mexican pots and filled them with greenery to soften the atmosphere. Logan hadn’t particularly liked the plants, so when they died from lack of proper care, she put the pots on a shelf in the garage.
When she finished her quick shower, she wrapped herself in a huge white bath towel and hurried into the bedroom. She ran a quick comb through her auburn hair, glad that it was easy enough to care for so that the blow dryer could stay in the closet, to be used only on special occasions. The bedroom was luxurious. The drapes, quilt, and pillow coverings were white, as was the deep pile carpeting. Fortunately Clara came three times a week, and after vacuuming, used stain remover on any small imperfections. The dressers, head and foot boards of the bed, and her dressing table were Chinese, black enamel, with brass fittings. The spread was squares of black and white satin, accented with lipstick-red throw pillows and red ginger jar lamps on the black enamel end tables.
Still wrapped in her towel, Cait strode into the den, where Logan kept his computer, booted it up, and watched the familiar Windows logo appear. She pulled off her engagement and wedding rings and put them on the desk beside the keyboard. She dropped into the ergonomic chair Logan had insisted on and pressed the familiar series of keys. The “Paul’s Place” logo appeared at the top of the screen and the window to the chat room opened. She read down the “who’s here” list. Hotguy344. They’d chatted before, with delicious results. She saw her screen name appear on the list, Loverlady214.
Hotguy344: Hi, Loverlady. How’s tricks?
Loverlady214: Great. Wanna get private?
Hotguy344: Your place or mine =>> evil grin
Loverlady214: You set it up and I’m there =>> panting with expectation.
There was a moment’s pause.
Hotguy344: Ready, Loverlady. I can’t wait.
She knew that when she clicked the correct keys she and Hotguy344 would be alone in cyberspace. She felt herself getting wet in anticipation. Her nipples were already tight, sticking out from her white flesh.
Hotguy344: I was hoping you’d show up this morning.
Cait’s hands shook as she typed.
Loverlady214: I just finished my yoga class.
Hotguy344: Did you shower? I like to picture you in the shower.
Loverlady214: Yes.
Hotguy344: Are you naked?
Loverlady214: I’m wrapped in a towel.
Hotguy344: Umm, I like that picture even more. Would you take the towel off for me?
Cait found herself looking down. When she and Hotguy344 had chatted before, he’d described himself: twenty-eight, muscular, with shaggy brown hair and deep blue eyes. Was that what he truly looked like? Probably not, but she didn’t care. After all, she’d taken ten years off and told him she was twenty-five with long, ebony hair. She’d always wanted to be a brunette so she’d described herself that way. On the ’Net, she could be anyone she wanted to be. As she typed she pictured Hotguy as he’d described himself. Who cared who he really was?
Loverlady214: Sure baby. I’m taking the towel off now.
Cait stood and removed the towel. Her well-toned body trembled with expectation. She resisted the temptation to touch herself. She’d let it all wait. After all, anticipation was the best part.
Hotguy344: Did you get the camera? You know how much I want to see you, in person, while you take pleasure.
Last time they had chatted, Hotguy344 had suggested that she get a digital camera and attach it to her computer so they could see each other as they played. Hot chatting with a camera on each person would make it so much better. At first she’d worried about him recognizing her somehow, but the odds that Hotguy or anyone else came from this little Hudson River town built around a train station were minimal. And wouldn’t the risk make it sweeter?
She hadn’t yet figured out a good story to tell Logan about getting a camera. Why would she need one? Maybe to talk to her parents and his. Yeah, that might work. He’d always wanted her to get closer to his folks, and since they lived in the city, that hook might just work.
She’d have to tell Hotguy344 what she really looked like before he saw her, of course, but he’d understand. Anyway, she’d keep the camera pointed at her torso, with her head in shadows.
Loverlady214: Soon I hope.
Hotguy344: I can’t wait. I want to be able to see you and watch what you do while we’re talking.
Loverlady214: Me too.
Hotguy344: Thinking about me watching you is getting you hot, isn’t it?
Loverlady214: Yes.
Hotguy344: Tell me how hot.
Loverlady214: My pussy is dripping.
Hotguy344: And your nipples?
Loverlady214: So tight. What about you? Are you naked?
Hotguy344: Of course.
Loverlady214: Hot?
Hotguy344: My cock started to swell when I saw your name appear in the room.
Loverlady214: Are you touching it?
Hotguy344: Not yet. I want to do it with you.
Loverlady214: Okay ==> sliding my palm over my nipples.
Hotguy344: ==> Holding my cock and sliding my hand up and down.
Loverlady214: Make it wet.
Hotguy344: ==> filling my hand with slippery stuff, typing onehanded.
Loverlady214: ==> touching my pussy. Its really wet. Feels gooddd.
Hotguy344: Push your fingers inside.
Cait rubbed her slippery fingers over her clit, then pushed two inside her channel. She too was typing one-handed, so the conversation got much slower. She was used to that and it increased both her excitement and her anticipation.
Loverlady214: So hot.
Hotguy344: Me too, getting closer.
Cait laughed. He was so easy. He usually came before she did but today she was ready really quickly. It was amazing to her. After she refused to continue trying to conceive, sex with Logan had quickly dwindled until it became nonexistent, and she had been getting more and more frustrated. At first, the idea of hot chatting on
