Writers' Group
by Brian Starr

Tony put the spoon down on the table and watched as the sugar dissolved into the brown liquid that swirled in his cup. His gaze slowly moved from the coffee cup to the window and out into the parking lot of the diner. Out on the roadway, cars inched their way along the slippery pavement. Tony, warm and snug in the diner, wished he was home and not out here where he shouldn’t be.

This was Tony’s idea, to meet the woman he was corresponding with over the Internet, here at the diner. They had found each other through an online writer’s group. They had gradually drifted away from the rest of the group because they shared interest in the same genre.

Tony and the other woman, Valerie, had been writing to each other for a couple of months. Tony had published a few stories on a few websites and Valerie had her own website. Sometimes they chatted for hours online and often their conversations got a little naughty.

Valerie lived some distance from Tony, but was in town to visit a sick relative. Tony picked this out-of-the-way diner to be their first meeting because he figured the snowy roads would prevent his wife driving by and catching him with Valerie. But he also knew that someday his wife would find out all about his secret life as an Internet erotic writer.

Tony wrote erotic stories to relieve the sexually dysfunctional relationship he had with his wife. Lately their sex life had been so bad, that Tony would rather masturbate then have sex with his wife. One night he had enough.

"I thought you said we could have sex," Tony pleaded.

"Oh okay, but hurry though, I had a bad day and want to get some sleep," his wife said as she slipped off her panties and lay there, legs spread. Tony mounted her and stuck his hungry cock into her dry hole.

"Jesus, when was the last time you shaved your legs," Tony said in disgust, "It’s like fucking a cactus" Tony rolled off of his wife, being careful not to scrape his erect cock on the prickly surface of her legs. "This is bullshit, go to sleep already, I’m going to my office."

He wandered down the hall and into his home office. He logged on to the Internet and noticed he had some mail from Valerie. "Hi, Tony. Here are the nude shots from the web project that I am trying to put together. I loved our chat last night. XOXO, Valerie."

Tony downloaded the pictures and printed them out. God, she was beautiful. She was a blond about fifteen years younger than Tony’s 45 years. Valerie had a beautiful pair of firm round tits topping a slender waist and held up by a pair of long legs. He touched her naked skin on the paper and realized that his cock was still rock hard. He took the picture to the bathroom and locked the door. In the medicine cabinet he found some scented bath lotion and he pulled out his cock and lay down on the floor. He smothered his cock in the lotion and rubbed it into the soft foreskin and imagined that this was Valerie’s wet pussy he was entering. He pretended that the scent of lilacs from the lotion smelled like the perfume Valerie was wearing when she had her picture taken.

He stared at her picture and stroked his erect shaft harder and harder. He imagined her ample tits quivering as they moved up to meet his mouth. He closed his eyes and envisioned her shapely legs wrapped around his hips as he kept teasing her clit with the head of his huge cock and then entered her. He kept the sight and smell of Valerie in his head, until the last moment when he felt the white liquid flowing up out of his balls then he opened one eye and watched as his cock bucked and quivered, making his come spurt high in the air, searching for a warm cunt to swim into. "Oh Val, I want to fuck you..." he whispered. Then Tony seized a flower printed towel and wiped off all of the sticky liquid that had gathered on his chest and the floor. Then he rinsed off the towel, got dressed and walked slowly away from his fantasy and back to his wife, sexually and emotionally satisfied.

"More coffee? I think your friend stood you up," The waiter’s question knocked Tony out of his daydream.

"She’ll be here," was his reply. He stared out at his snow-covered car and wondered if Valerie was really going to make it here at all. Just as he was going to give up hope, a dark green Range Rover pulled in. A pair of black boots peeped out from behind the opening door. The boots were followed by a familiar pair of long shapely legs that were clad in leg warmers. Topping of the ensemble, was a black leather coat with a red ski hat atop blond head. Valerie saw Tony sitting in the window and waved a mittened hand at him. Tony closed his eyes and took a deep breath, this would be the first time that Valerie would see him.

Valerie made her way towards Tony. "Hi Tony," Valerie said as she kissed him hello on his cheek. "You are exactly as I pictured you."

"I am? How did you know it was me? I never sent you a picture, so how do you know what I look like?"

"You’re the only one in here, silly," said Valerie as she threw her wet mittens down onto the table, "Everyone else is out on the road trying to get through this messy storm. Besides, you look just as I thought you might."

"Don’t you think that I’m a wee bit old?"

"Hell no," Valerie said as she shed her coat, "I think that you and me are just fine for being writing buddies."

She sat down and beckoned the waiter for something warm to drink.

"I see your little friend finally showed up," he said as he took Valerie’s order for a cup of hot tea and freshened Tony’s coffee.

"Little friend?" Tony chuckled. "Don’t you think she’s gorgeous?"

The waiter looked at Valerie then turned his head and looked at Tony, "Not my type," he said flatly.

Tony and Valerie both giggled.

"What the hell are you doing talking dirty to a old guy like me when you could be out getting yourself a real piece of ass?" Tony asked.

The waiter brought Valerie's tea and she sipped it carefully.

"Tony, the little discussions and the sex chat we shared is great. But the truth is that I have a hard time finding a date. I guess I have set my expectations too high. I think men feel intimidated around me. But I need a warm body to snuggle up to, and I haven't had one in a long time, if you catch my drift"?

All of this time Tony was keenly aware of Valerie's knee being pushed into his. He pulled away at first but somehow the constant pressure was back. They made some small talk and discussed possibly doing a collection of erotic stories together. They discussed one website that offered the writers merchandise as gifts in exchange for stories.

"Imagine what my wife would think when those brown wrapped packages began to come through the mail," said Tony.

"And how many fake rubber cocks and vibrating dildos does a girl need anyway?" laughed Valerie.

Tony looked out the window saw how much snow that was now falling and uneasily said, "Do you know how to get to your motel? The snow is getting very deep out there. We should really be going. These roads are looking nasty."

"Maybe we could get together again before I have to go home," Valerie said.

Valerie reached down to get some money out of her purse and sent it crashing to the floor.

"Damn" I hate this new purse."

"Let me help you," Tony said as he got down under the table and started picking up the mess. He looked over at her and her ample breasts were almost falling out of her blouse.

"What'cha lookin' at?" She chided.

Tony blushed. "Nothing...really, you really have a nice body."

"This nice body wants yours," she said as she moved her head closer to Tony's. Her velvet lips came down on his and their tongues began hunting for passion in each other's mouths.

"I've been waiting for this moment," Valerie whispered in Tony's ear, 'I've had a huge crush on you for a long time."

Tony was aware of a growing presence in his pants. Valerie was aware of it too.

"Let's go into the bathroom, and have some fun. You turn me on, Mr. Erotic Writer," Valerie said, gasping for breath. "I want you to follow me in there," Valerie said getting up off the floor and walking for toward red restroom signs. "Okay."

"Tony sat up at the table and looked around the diner. Their waiter was the only person in the diner and he was seated at the front counter. The waiter raised an ebony hand and gave Tony the "thumbs up" sign, then pulled a pencil out from behind his ear and began circling ads in the "M seeking M" section of the newspaper. Tony smiled at him and quickly rose to his feet and followed Valerie across the red carpet and down the narrow hallway to the restroom.

When she got in the small room, she locked the door and quickly stripped. Tony couldn't believe how beautiful she was.

"Now show me some of those moves that you write about in person, your writing turns me on," she panted.

She lay down on the floor and parted her legs and thrust her wet hole up towards Tony's face.

"I-I-I'm really not that good at spontaneous sex," Tony stuttered.

"Just do what you write," Valerie begged.

Tony smelled the same lilac perfume he imagined that Valerie wore. With nimble fingers she parted her labia and Tony pointed his tongue in the direction of the flowery smell and he found her erect clit. He moistened the small mound and teased it with his tongue. Valerie grabbed his hair and moved his head up and down. His tongue was fucking her sopping hole. He reached up and massaged her tits. He felt her body quake and she suddenly rolled him on his back and her lips made a beeline for his cock. She teased him with her lips and nibbled on the head.

"Ohhh...I want you now," Tony said.

Valerie lay down on her back and Tony hoisted himself up and teased her hole with his cock. He looked at her beautiful face. This is the moment he dreamed of as he plunged himself deep into Valerie. She gave out a little moan. Tony wanted to come so bad his cock hurt. He picked up the pace until he was going in and out as fast as he could.

"Oh fuck me.. you are doing great and you feel so good," Valerie panted.

She bit her lip to stifle a scream. Tony could feel her vagina walls tighten as she came and Tony's cock obliged and came too. Valerie's tight pussy muscles milked all of the clear white liquid from Tony's satisfied cock.

Tony rolled off of her and they lay in each other's arms and shared a gratifying kiss.

"I hate sleeping alone, you know," Valerie said. "While I'm town do you think you could do me a favor and stay at my motel with me?"

"Only if we can do this again and again and again," Tony said. He was finally emotionally and physically satisfied.

Valerie smiled. "Maybe I can find a job and move to this city and we could work on stories for our erotic book every night."

Tony smiled as he got up and went out to call his wife to tell her he wasn't coming home, ever.

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