Little Girl gets what she deserves, part 2

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To my surprise the owner of this fine posterior responded in fairly short order. She looked over my profile and messaged me 'Thank you, but you don't live in my city'. 'That doesn't mean we can't chat,' I sent back, and I pointed out that both of us were a similar distance to an intervening city, and that this city was sure to have hotels. She agreed that this was true, and we began to trade messages.

Over the next few weeks we flirted online, first on the website message board by eventually on a confidential social media platform. To my delight she admitted that having looked over my profile and seen my pictures, she found me quite attractive too, although I was several decades older. Some of the chat was just friendly banter, but from time to time it drifted into the explicit and erotic. Then one day she sent a picture of herself in bra and panties, from neck to knees. It took my breath away. She was short, not much more than five feet tall, and she had a compact, nicely proportioned body. She obviously took care of herself. She was busty, with large, high, firm breasts, a taut tummy, a torso which was neither too long nor too short and which flared into seductively rounded hips and round but firm thighs. She was unquestionably the most attractive woman I had ever been with, and I could say that without knowing what she looked like, as she had neve sent me a face picture, but only tantalizing glimpses here and there. Such a Vixen!

Over the coming days she sent me several pictures of the same nature, sometimes wearing erotic lingerie and sometimes simple street clothes, and each picture was like a magnet for my eyes.

When I complemented her on the pictures, which all looked so well set up and composed, she replied 'I can take any kind of picture that you want'. So of course I asked for more pictures of her ass. The one which made my head swim and made me determined to meet her was of her in a sexy bra and skimpy panties, from behind, bent over and grasping an office chair. I looked at that picture over and over, imagining my fingertips running up and down along the narrow strip of fabric between her buttocks. This picture was followed by one closer up and about from the same angle, but this time with her kneeling on a bed with her head down low and her arms stretched out in front of her. Looking at that picture I wanted to badly for my face to be in it and my tongue to be inside her.


At that point I became determined to do whatever was necessary to see her in person.


We continued to chat for a while. As we did our discussion turned to exact details of the sex acts she wanted done to her, and sex acts I wanted to do. I confess that there were several nights during this time when I went to bed painfully erect, and slept badly, images of her body and the fucking she wanted swirling in my head.


Al length our schedules coincided and we agreed to meet.

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