Iniki

DISASTER ON THE NET PART TWO:

With Bernard Manning well and truly behind me and breathing a sigh of relief I drive home. I cannot believe I actually escaped the bloody man, B.O, bad breath, fat beer belly, smelly dirty clothes, teeth and all.

God what an escape.

The only thing pissing me off, is the fact I had to pay the sexy little waiter a FIVER. The thought of offering him payment in kind, had flashed through my mind, but only for a milli-second, I was to busy getting away - never mind another time.!!

Arriving home I opened the room where my little box of trix lay in waiting. Shall I shan't I?. Do I really want to find another Bernard Manning? The thought then crossed my mind that lightning doesn't strike twice? But not tonight I really must get into the bath and wash the thought away.

Opening my eyes next morning, my mind reverts to that scenario last night. How the bloody hell did I get into so much trouble. How did my little box of tricks get it so wrong?, and phew what an escape! Then a familiar belly laugh rumbles up. I sit up in bed roaring with laughter at the thought. How did I have such a narrow escape? That cheeky little waiter. But wait he was cute, That familiar tingle beginning to creep to my thighs. If I could find an older more intelligent one like that it would be just brilliant. I knew he could be out there my little box would not make the same mistake twice. mm thoughts creeping into my head my pussy creaming, the old familiar sensations bubbling inside. Fuck I need a wank.

My fingers sliding to my pussy, stroking, touching, feeling my pussy hot and wet from the thought. I spread my thighs and finger my hot little pussy, thinking of the hands and tongue that would replace them. The feel of them wanking me, sucking me, touching me. Oh god im wet I need to wank harder, I need to have a nice hard cock in my pussy. My stomach turns my body shivers, the throbbing of my clit, the hard erect nipples jutting out. I rub my pussy harder juices flowing wanking. My body shivers I cry out trembling, my orgasm rippling through me. Oh that is it today. The day my little box of tricks will help.

I shower and dress thinking of my little box of tricks. Today it will get me my hot horny sexy lover, it is after all my best friend. I will forgive it the one mistake. Coffee in hand, dressed and relaxed from my wank I go into the room with my box of tricks. Here we go my little friend. Lets set you alight start your engine going cos. today is the day!

Fingers poised here we go. I push that little sucker alive. Words scrolling down the screen colours flashing as you spring into action. Boxes flashing which one shall I press next. Here goes my fingers flicking into action, my little box of tricks is taking me to paradise whoopee we did it. Hello room INIKI here what's happening today. The room springs into action. Hello INIKI scrolling all over the place. We talk about nothing for over 10 mins by this time I am not getting any response. But wait I have someone in the loft instant message. That's it, it is happening, stomach churning, I answer. We start the conversation slowly but build to the part I like - sex.

Oh hunny I say to myself this is it. A pic pops on the screen. Wow hunk of the year, my clit instantly springing into action at the sight. He describes how he can deliver this hot horny sex to me. My mind racing my clit throbbing at the thought. I new my little box of tricks would help, I knew it wouldn't let me down today. After 3 days of instant messages, phone calls and e-mail's, we arrange to meet. But one thing he says I am just a little shy in real life. I brush this aside thinking he must be joking, after the last three days of hot horny sexy chat he's pulling my leg. Well, tonight is the night.

He has booked a hotel 1/2 way between the both of us I am so excited. Again I have my oiled bath, trim my pussy, spray the deodorant and perfume. I begin to dress, basque, stockings, suspenders, as I am doing up my suspenders my pussy just bubbles with juice. How am I going to contain myself till later?  I must not wank.

I pull on my skirt, top and jacket, finishing with the stilettos. Bernard Manning wanted no knickers but hunny this guy is getting no knickers. Turning into the car park of the Hotel my stomach is in knots, my juices are running onto my skirt. I am so hot, so horny, Bloody hell. I take my overnight bag and enter the foyer and there he stood, my adonis my sex on legs. My little box of tricks did me proud. Oh thank you box. He walked over and said you look good enough to eat. Wow juices starting to flow already clit popping into action I know I am going to go to heaven tonight.

He calls the porter over and asks him to deliver my bag to the room, saying we will have a drink first to settle the nerves. How kind what a nice man. He is a little nervous like me, but the adrenaline takes over and hunny I am hot.

We arrive at the bar and he asked if I would care for a drink. My body melting my mind racing. I had a red wine and he had a double southern comfort and lemonade saying he needed to relax. We seated ourselves near the window on a soft couch. My skirt starting to ride up showing a stocking top to which he said wow you are hot. Then took the southern comfort and drank it in one. Before starting the conversation he called the waiter over ordering the same again, to which I added I had only taken a sip of my wine. Never mind darling you will catch up.

We began to talk about the conversations we had had on the telephone, at which time the waiter arrived with his drink. But before he left he asked for the same again. I said did he not think he should slow down to which he replied he was just relaxing and enjoying the view.

An hour and 6 double southern comforts and lemonades later he asked if I would like to go to the room. By this time the words were slurring. He stood up swaying and I followed. My hot juicy pussy screaming to be fucked. But I knew before I had taken 2 steps that this was not going to happen. He swayed and stumbled to the lift pushing the button to our floor. By the time we got to the room he could hardly walk. My mind was racing how the bloody hell did my box of tricks get this one wrong too?

No, please, I am good at my job, I am good to friends and family, I don't break the law. So why me!!!!!!!!!!!!

I opened the door and he fell in, asking where the bathroom was. Within seconds the sound of hughy was echoing from within. Groaning and moaning echoing around the room, but not the kind I had imagined!.

Fuck my little box of trix. I'm going to kill it, burn it, throw it out the window. Starve it of energy, leave it to solitary confinement. You wait till I get home.

The night was spent with moans and groans and profuse apologies. I just lay on the bed fully clothed and thought of the things I could have done in life to deserve this.

Awakened by the light streaming through the windows I got up and there on the bed sleeping like a baby was adonis. He started to stir and opened his eyes. Not remembering even where he was for a moment. The words 'I am so sorry" spewed from his mouth. I was so nervous I didn't know how to handle myself and I cant drink much. Can we start again? But the thought of him shouting hughy all night did not even give him an option. I collected my overnight bag and headed for the door. He was calling 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry" to which I replied, so am I hunny.

Walking to my car clothes crushed, together with my self esteem I knew I had to get home as soon as I could. But the one thing I knew I had to do was kill that little box of tricks. The moral of my true tale of Disaster on the net is simple. The little plastic box of trix is all it is. The people can be anything, or anyone. You never can tell what it is on offer until the offer is face to face!

But still I did have a next time. But the next time was the sexiest most erotic build up to meeting I have ever had and ROB was a success.

Will tell you the tale soon.

INIKI XXXX