I’ll call her “Pomegranate”, even though that is not the handle she goes by.
We first met because of social media.
She was an early high power users of Twitter, and I was following her (and probably too many other people) on that system. Not because she was a she, but because she worked in an area of tech standards that I also work in. So the time she came up to my city, and then Tweeted that she was at a cafe that was literally down the block from where I was, and I just happened to be looking at my Twitter stream at the time, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to cash in on this piece of synthetic serendipity.
I picked up my laptop, walked over to that cafe, and looked around. She was actually pretty easy to pick out. She was sitting in the back, chewing on her lower lip, and intently banging away on her laptop in the pattern that is distinctive of having several IM sessions going, while writing emails, and editing a text document.
I walked up to her and asked “Excuse me, are you Pomegranate?”
“Yes! How did you know I was here!?”
“Um, you only told the entire internet.”
“Oh. I guess I did.”
We didn’t have a lot to talk about. She was busy, and so was I. So I let her keep working in her laptop, and say at a table nearby, and did my own work. When we later left the cafe, we said our polite goodbyes, and went our separate ways.
As the dozens of months went by, we kept orbiting around in our tech spheres. I was a regular attendee at a conference she helped manage. We were on the same tech standards mailing lists.
Then I learned from another geek girl I had been flirting with that the two of them occasionally played. From that, she learned about my own play availability. And from that link, we found each other on FetLife. And so the online flirting began.
For my most recent trip, it turned out she was going to be in the same city, and so we arranged to meet up after work, and see where the chemistry goes.
Where it went, was out for a light dinner, a wander through a bookstore, and then back to my hotel room. After some discussion, negotiation, and agreement, I broke the ice by stripping. Soon I was nude, and with my help, she was as well.
Her suitcase yielded up a toybag, filled with a collection of painted wooden clothespins and with bundles of soft hemp rope. The distinctive whip-tie at the ends of the ropes told me they were from the workshop of Twisted Monk. I knew, from her FetLife profile, what she liked, and I rather enjoyed as well. The ropes, I used to bind up her body, just so. And the clips, I applied in all sorts of mean and fun ouch-ful ways.
After some of that, I dug out my own condoms and lube, and we spent some more time stimulating her clit and g-spot with my cock. We both enthusiastically enjoyed that for some time.
A trip back into her toybag yielded up some disposable gloves. (I need to throw a couple of those into my own traveling toybag.) A layer of lube on my hand, then glove, then another layer of lube, and then my fingers went to work stroking and opening the lips of her vulva. Three fingers faced no resistance at all. Four, very little. Five I was soon able to get up to the last knuckle. I knew this was going to be Fun. I poured on and poured in more lube, and then took my time working in and out, back and forth, around and around, as she opened up more and more. And then with an expert twist and push, I suddenly was in to past my wrist, as she let out a deep moan of pleasure and her eyes crossed a little.
I wasn’t done, that was just the insert. I kept up with the in and out, around and around, while flexing my hand in and out of a fist position. She was twisting and bucking on the bed, harder and harder. And over the edge again she went, flexing down hard on my hand, and squirting out so much it splashed a ways up my arm. I kept going, following her energy. After a couple more peaks, I worked back out, finally popping my hand out, and then tossing the wet glove next to the spent condom.
She purred in conversation for a while, and then we dozed off to sleep.
That’s why I always try to get a king sized bed when I travel.
