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horny chatI found myself in the car. I had been in that car daily for over a year, so I knew how to drive it. I pulled it out of the parking garage not really knowing where I wanted to go. I knew I wanted a cigarette and a drink. I remembered that I almost never had any cigarettes in my purse. At a red light I checked my purse for money. I knew that I would need at least enough for a pack of cigarettes and one drink. After that there should be a guy handy to buy more drinks.Before I knew it I found myself in a part of town with which I was not familiar. The blacked out windows and small lighted sign convinced me that the freestanding building on my right was a bar. The name of the bar held absolutely no significance for me. I expected that the islander would have some cheesy Tahitian decor. I was mistaken of course. I was just a dark bar with lots of cut glass mirrors. It was a little more classy inside, than the outside would have suggested.The inside door opened easily as I entered the cool dark room. It wasn’t as dark as some bars I had been in, but still the lights were low enough so that I appeared even younger than my twenty five years. I moved carefully toward the bar trying not to draw any attention to myself. The bartender was busy with people at the far end, so I had time to take a good look around. What I saw surprised me. The make up of most walk in bars was at least 70% men, but the islander was made up of at least that percentage of women.It took me only a second to realize that I was in a gay bar. It was my first time in such a place. I was torn between the urge to run and my curiosity. Not in sex with a woman, but what went on in a place like the islander. I sat quietly waiting while the bartender worked his way to me. Yes the bartender was a man. He spoke in a gravely voice.”Could I see your card please?” I opened my purse and slipped my driver’s license to him.”No ma’am this is a private club. I need to see your membership card or I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” I made the move to stand. I was embarrassed enough so that I was clumsy in my effort.”Jimmy. I’ll vouch for her. Have her sign the guest book.” The bartender looked at me with the question in his eyes. I nodded my agreement. He slipped me a bound book in which I signed my name. The woman at the bar signed her name beside mine.”It is usual for the guest to buy the sponsor a drink,” the woman informed me.”Oh course, anything you like.””Careful what you offer in here lady,” the bartender suggested with a grin. He filled the drink order then he moved on.The lady who had signed me in was dark and middle aged. She looked just a tiny bit pudgy and just a tiny bit shopworn. Not unattractive really, just maybe trying a little too hard. Her blouse was cut a little low for a middle aged woman and her breasts were pressed tightly together by a very firm pushup bra. The look might have been better received in a bar full of men. At least that was my thought at the time.She motioned for me to move to the stool beside her. I didn’t see any harm in it, so I picked up my drink and moved down the bar. I sat there a second before I noticed her looking expectantly at me.”Hi, people back home call me bug,” I said it smiling at her. It was what I thought she wanted to hear.”I see. They call me Elise,” the older woman said.”Nice to meet you Elise,” I said it while looking deeply into her eyes for the first time. She had remarkable blue eyes. Her eyes were a bit shocking, since framed by the aged dark skin and hair. The eyes belonged on a much younger woman. I couldn’t help but stare rudely.”Do you like what you see bugs?” she asked.”You have the most remarkable eyes,” I admitted.”Did you just wander in here or do you know what kind of place this is.””I wandered in by accident, but yes I know what it is.””And you don’t feel the urge to run away?””I feel a little nervous yes, but not frightened. Should I be?””Probably,” Elise said with a knowing smile.”Then maybe I should go?””Maybe you should little one,” she suggested still holding me pinned with those eyes. “If that is really bursa escort what you want.””I’m confused I admit that,” I replied.”Then stay at least until you make up your mind for certain. No sense running away, then regretting it an hour from now.” With those words I felt her hand touch my leg. It wasn’t an accidental touch and she smiled as she did it. Elise was definitely trying to make me as uncomfortable as possible.I felt her hand move across my thigh and then between my legs. Her hand forced my legs open and began to slip upward. She stopped several inches below my crotch. I took a deep breath. I wasn’t sure what I felt about her stopping. At least I wasn’t so into it that I begged her not to stop. I sat waiting for her to either remove her hand or continue. I watched as she smiled and lifted her drink to her lips. She smiled so that anyone looking might think nothing was going on below the level of the bar. I was sure that anyone in the room could see. Anyone except the bartender that is. He was blocked from view.I had relaxed and become used to the feel of her hand between my legs. It was probably some kind of game to see how I would react. After all her hand was over my skirt so I was safe. Just as I was feeling more like myself, and not some sex toy, her hand began to move again. She didn’t seem to be moving upward but just massaging me. My skirt was being wadded and slipped up as she massaged my thigh. The massage turned me on of course as well as moved my skirt out of her way. She was for sure an expert at the manoeuver. She didn’t move her hand either up or down until the hem of my skirt was in her hand. At that point she just slipped her hand against my naked thigh.I felt her cold fingers on my hot skin. I felt her move her fingers upward again. It was a very short time before she was moving the crotch of my white cotton bikini panties aside. I could feel her fingers glide over my skin. I knew then that I was soaked and slippery for her.At that point there was no doubt that everyone knew what was going on. I didn’t make a sound but anyone who looked could see her arm disappear under my skirt and see me lost in a sexual fog.”Don’t make a sound Bugs, you don’t want these people to know what a slut you are.” I nodded completely lost in the sensations tearing through my body. I had never felt the fingers of anyone teasing me in so public a place. I just knew that I was being watched. I was also trying hard not to fall off the barstool while not reacting too visibly.Elise knew that I was fighting a losing battle but she didn’t tell me. She could feel my muscles clinch around her finger as she moved it inside me. I became a little more filled when a second finger slipped inside me. Elise had shifted her position so that she would change the angle and reach my clit with her thumb. I was being totally assaulted by her hand.When the orgasm came I was surprised that it didn’t send me on a trip. Often orgasms that intense moved me in time and space. Elise’s tortured and terrifyingly intense orgasm left me broken and lost, but still seated on the bar stool.”You are a good girl bugs,” she said removing her hand from under my skirt. I didn’t speak I was exhausted. She pinched my thigh hard. “Say thank you bugs.””Thank you,” I replied still deep in the fog. I looked up at her wicked flashing eyes. She moved her fingers to my mouth but my gaze was locked on her eyes. I felt and smelled her fingers on my lips without really seeing them.”Open your mouth bugs,” I did and she moved them inside. I felt almost faint as she manipulated her fingers in and out of my mouth. After I became used to the feeling she said, “Nice and clean bugs, good girl.”At that exact moment the twisting in my belly began. It wasn’t a sexual or orgasmic twist. I knew it was the twist that would move me in time and space. I was gone before I could even say goodbye, but then I always was.One of the better things about my studio apartment was the building. The building was much older then my 25 years, but the owners were big on upkeep. They stated often that it was their bursa escort bayan intention for the building to last a hundred more years. They also prided themselves on their quick reaction to problems. There had been a mugging in the entrance, so not only did they move to key cards for all the tenants, but also installed extra lighting and video surveillance. If so much as a cat got within 25 feet of the front door, extra lights came on and the video cam recorded it. We were assured that the expensive system amounted to an electronic doorman.That night I was glad for the key card entry system. I was always very tired after an episode. I had the mini seizures often but they were more or less harmless. I never hurt anyone or got hurt. I never paid any attention to the amount of time missing from my life. My mind always just filled in the time with whatever it was that I should have been doing. I had some pretty vague memories of things I said or did at work or church. Those things might or might not have been real.On that October evening my studio apartment was way past toasty. The little old lady who kept the thermostat, which controlled all the apartments, was cold natured and on the first floor. The heat from the slight over warm first floor rose and was added to the heat from the radiators in my little place. It must have been 85 degrees in my apartment at least.My father was in the apartment one time during that first winter. He left the apartment after dinner. I thought he had gone home, but instead he had driven to a home improvement store. He bought an adjustable exhaust fan for one of my windows. The fan had louvers so that when not in use air did not pour in. If it ever got too cold, I could easily remove it from the window. That exhaust unit made my apartment bearable but not a lot more.The slightly over one room apartments were designed with women in mind. One whole side of the apartment was a long narrow dressing room and bath. The wall outside the bath was lined with clothes hanging spaces as well as cubby holes and drawers. It was the one single thing that had sold me on the place, and kept me in it the last two years. That wasn’t the only thing the reasonable if not inexpensive rent helped as well. I slowly opened the buttons of my blouse. My mind was wandering a bit as I did. After the blouse went into my laundry basket, the bra went into one of the cubby holes. I didn’t really need the bra, I wore it more to hide my hard nipples than to support my breasts. Size 34b breasts don’t really need a lot of support, at least not on a 25 year oldI slipped out of the cotton polyester skirt, then added it to the basket. The smell rising from my panties mystified me as it often did. I was ripe again. There was no real explanation for why it just happened from time to time. It was just one of life’s mysteries I assumed.I found the long sleep shirt made of cotton jersey shirt material folded neatly in another cubby hole. I took it with me to the shower. Five minute showers were about my limit, then add another five for a quick hair wash and I was finished. I debated whether to call my father before I made my dinner. Since dinner was a frozen chicken pie, I put it in the microwave before I called him. It had ten minutes to cook which would be about as much time as I could stand my father.I dialed the number then waited for it to ring through the answering machine. He always picked up but only after he heard my voice. “Pick up dad it’s me Cindy.””Cindy, did you get those pictures shot?””Yes daddy, I got the pictures shot for you.””Cindy, it isn’t for me. It’s a job, if you don’t want to do it, I will get someone else.” I could tell he was miffed. I hated the work but it paid most of my bills. The little bit of photography I managed to do on my own would have left me on welfare and food stamps if I could even get them.”I know daddy, you remind me all the time how lucky I am to have it.””This argument really gets old Cindy. Just upload them to me and I’ll forward them on. Make sure you have the files properly named.””I always do,” I escort bursa replied breaking the connection. Daddy had some kind of super computer a server or something. I had a high speed connection so the files were easy to check for names then shoot over to him. He insisted that I keep the flash card for a week, just to make sure everything went through properly.The bell of for the pie rang, so I went to eat. I hated working sunup till sundown two days a week but it did make sure I could survive doing what I wanted to do the rest of the week. Dad had somehow gotten in with a dozen internet mortgage companies. He contracted to make pictures of their new property loans on a regular basis to make sure they were being cared for correctly. It was a requirement of some of the loan insurance companies I think, the independent audit picture that is.I did something over forty houses a day at seven fifty a house. It wasn’t making me rich when you consider what my expenses ran, but it did keep me in the art festival and gallery showings. Not much money in those but it was where my heart was. I would rather run all over hell making pictures of houses than to deal with brides, or any other person actually. I did a few portraits now and then, but mostly it was just run into someone’s office and shoot a head shot for a business card. I had three print shops that called me for shots like that. Not often enough fifty bucks was fifty bucks and welcome anytime.The pot pie was gone and the dishes washed when I sat down to check the progress on the upload. It had finished. I had an email from my dad telling me 42 files where there and all appeared to be in good shape. Of course there was the reminder not to reuse the flash cards right away.I felt something grab my intestines and squeeze then I became light headed…I sat looking at the computer not realizing exactly how I got there. That kind of thing happened now and then but I had learned to deal with it. I signed off and back on as a different user. When I opened the browser with my new name, I found a list of hot sites. I loved some of the sex chats.I signed into my favorite using my screen name, lady bug. I was on the site only a moment when I got a private message.”Where have you been slut?””I’ve been around.” I had no idea where I had been. The blackouts were embarrassing I never told anyone about them.”Well slut you haven’t been here.””No, I guess I haven’t.””So what are you wearing.””A night gown it’s late here.””Take it off.””No, you know I don’t do that.””Of course you do. Now take it off.””Alright,” I stood, slipped the gown over my head, and then sat back down in the chair by my desk. ‘done’, I wrote.”Tell me what I see””A 25 year old woman, just about twenty pounds over weight. It is fairly evenly proportioned. Soft breasts and padded hips.””A chubby then?””Just a little.””You are or you aren’t are you a chubby?””Yes.””So, offer me your boob.””Like this.” I wrote it then lifted my breast toward the screen.””You know how. Yes hold it up for me to bite.””When was your last real life sexual experience bitch?””I masturbated last night.””Show me what you did.””I opened my legs like this.” I spread myself wide. “Then I rubbed my clit in circles.” I stopped writing while I did it.”Did you cum.””I always do when I masturbate.””Do you like the feel of my finger on your clit?””Yes.””Good, I feel how wet and slippery you are for me.””Yes.” It was all I could think to type. My mind was in a fog.”You love to cum for me don’t you slut?””Yes I love it.””Who owns you whore?””You own me.””Then cum for me you fat whore.”The waves overtook me just as soon as I read the words. I felt my body short circuited as my muscles took on a life of their own. I convulsed from my very soul. I couldn’t even acknowledge that I was in the middle of an orgasm. Since it came on so quickly, I didn’t have time to admit that I had been on the edge.I felt the knot in my stomach again. I waited for the feeling to pass. When it did, I realized that I was sitting at the computer yet again. The screen was blank except for the list of icons. The only alarming thing was that I was naked and soaked between my legs.I shut down the computer and slipped into bed. I slept like a baby. I might not have realized what happened during that day, but my body did.

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