Greetings from the new brunette

I was amazed at his dexterity on the keypad and again my pictures appeared virtually seconds after him taking them.

Each photo was greeted with more and more comments; some flattering and some downright rude.

It was strangely liberating as I stood next to two gay men dressed in only my panties, stockings and high heals drinking wine.

As the last two photos appeared of me showing the world my tits there was a frenzy of comments. The three of us were nearly helpless with laughter as pictures of erect penises began appearing on screen as the men described how they were masturbating while looking at my pictures.

“Now take your knickers off.” A message flashed up.

Still laughing; the boys looked at me; daring me to do as I was being told by my cyber-admirer, with their eyes.

I coyly put my head on my shoulder and stroked my chin as I pretended to be considering this last outrageous act.

“Okay.” I whispered as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband.

A minute later six photos of me taking off my knickers were on the Web too.

My heart was thumping and my stomach churned as I gulped down more wine.

“Great ass babe.”
“I can smell your cunt.”
“I want to fuck that greasy cunt.”
“I want to fuck that cute ass.”

There were nearly 30 comments all just like that and just as crude.

Then the pictures of men masturbating appeared one after the other. I genuinely didn’t know that there were so many different shapes and sizes!

As the comments began to slow up and my new fans had moved onto someone else I drained my glass and teetered off to the bathroom with a huge grin on my middle-aged face; leaving the boys still giggling in the living-room.

As I sat on the toilet drifting in and out of sleep; my hands began subconsciously stroking my heaving breasts and stiff nipples then down into my pubes; tugging on my long dark curls until it began to hurt.

All I could think of was playing with my self – giving my cunny a good seeing to with the vibrator that I’d bought 6 or 7 years previously and had only ever used twice. I smiled as I wondered if the batteries would still be working.

When I’d finished I put on the bathrobe from the door and staggered back to say goodnight to my guests and send them packing.

I didn’t get to use my vibrator as I fell asleep the instant my head hit the pillow. The next I knew was when I heard my phone ringing downstairs at 10.15 in the morning.

I carefully got out of bed as my head was throbbing and my stomach churning. I wrapped myself into my big soft fluffy bathrobe and made my way to the lounge and listened to the message then I put the kettle then stood at the kitchen door and lit a cigarette. When I was a young woman at University an older admirer had once likened me to a sleek sports car; but when I sucked in my first drag I started coughing and spluttering like a 6 year old diesel transit van. It didn’t stop me and I kept puffing away as I sipped my first strong coffee of the day. As I admired my glorious garden memories of Friday night began filtering into my aching brain. I smiled at the memories of dancing and flirting in the Nightclub then a bolt of lightening hit me as images of my ‘modeling session’ entered my consciousness.

My eyes were like saucers when I moved the computer mouse and the screen flickered into life. I scrolled down ‘My Favourites’ and saw that the site I’d imagined actually existed. The adrenaline was pumping so hard through my veins as I clicked onto the homepage I felt like I might explode. There it was; ‘Melons’ the name the boys had conjured up for me. Terrified; I hovered the arrow over the name….then left-clicked.

My adrenaline level was on red-alert when I saw the first picture that we’d posted, then the second and third. A couple of people had posted comments between each one but by the time I got to the photos of me removing my knickers 12 people had left outrageously dirty, but flattering, comments. Even after I’d logged off another 5 people had left a series of sexy comments later in the night.

I re-read everything twice then staggered in a daze back into the kitchen to make another coffee.

“BEEP” My mobile sparked into life, “You have one message”.

‘Gr8 nite – how r u? Super tits btw!’ It was from Nikki.

‘We need to talk’ I messaged back.
‘2nite – c u @ 7 gr8 nite plnd.’ Came the immediate response.

I immediately rang him and nervously told him that I wouldn’t be going anywhere and might never be able to face the world again.

Nikki howled with laughter and told me that he’d checked the site too and was thrilled so many men fancied me. We chatted for a few minutes and he finally made me promise to join him and his friends for another night out that night.

I hardly left the computer all day checking and re-checking the posting until someone else came on line and I actually had a chat with ‘an admirer’. The buzz was amazing as we very quickly got into a ‘hot conversation’ about what he thought of my body and what he would do to me if we ever met.
Then someone else started posting and asking if I wanted to move to MSN but I didn’t know what he meant.
Before I knew where I was it was lunchtime and I was still only wearing my bathrobe. My headache had gone and had been replaced by an ache between my legs. I logged off and had a long luxurious bath. As I lay soaking in the hot bubbles my fingers kept sliding between my legs and I eventually gave into temptation and fingered my pussy and rubbed my clit until I had a long lovely orgasm….then another one…and another one.

I even checked out a few of the naughty websites the boys had recommended the previous night. I also posted my pictures on a different site and the comments were just as sexy but best of all the responses were immediate. When guys realised I was online and answering their questions they were flocking around my new page like flies.

They kept asking for more pictures and I was very very tempted; especially when they wanted pictures of me fingering my pussy or using my vibrator which I’d accidentally told someone I was using.
I must have cum 6 or 7 more times in the afternoon as I checked and re-checked the comments on my pictures and flicked around the other pages.

Eventually I had to log off and get ready for my night out with Nikki and his friends.

I showered then got dressed; I felt even naughtier as I clipped a pair of proper nude stockings to a white suspender belt that I’d only ever worn on a couple of occasions and never outside the house; but tonight was different; I genuinely felt like a new woman. I chose another one of my daughters dresses – a silver strappy thing; quite low cut and two inches above my knees.

Nikki had rung to say the taxi was on its way so I was waiting outside my door when it arrived. Nikki had two boys and two girls next to him when I got in. As I squashed between the two girls my dress immediately rode up my thighs revealing my suspenders. I blushed as I wriggled to preserve my modesty.

One of the boys couldn’t take his eyes off my legs, prompting Nikki to tell everyone that I was ‘such a tart and always dressed ready for action’; which was patently untrue but quite appropriate for tonight.

After a couple of drinks I finally found the courage to admit to Nikki what I’d done and been doing all day. He was shocked but gave me a great big hug to congratulate me on finding my new self.

Yet again the night flashed by in a drunken haze. I danced with a variety of young men who flirted outrageously with me and I lost count of the times my dress flew up showing my knickers and suspenders as I was hurled around the dance floor to the delight of the other clubbers. Two young men bluntly asked me to go outside and suck them off! As if! What kind of woman did they take me for?

In the last club we met up again with the tall skinhead James.

He bounded over and greeted me with a big sloppy kiss.

“Hi ya Melons!” He grinned then whispered into my ear, “You’ve had a fun day haven’t you?”
“What do you mean?” I drunkenly giggled.

“I’m Starman; I’ve been chatting to you on both sites all day! Do you want to do it again tonight?” I playfully slapped him on the shoulder but didn’t say no.

An hour later I was in the back of a mini-cab between James and Nikki with my leg curled up across the skinheads lap and his fingers stroking my pussy through my thin panties as Nikki caressed my stocking clad legs. The driver had to swerve three times because he was too busy looking in his mirror.