Margo’s Own Story – Pandemic Encounter of the Third Kind by Margossecret

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Our friends and lovers have become aliens during the corona virus pandemic. Even the virus itself looks like some sort of space ship. And so, I started thinking how recent events in my life bore a certain resemblance to Hyneck’s scale which provided the title of a rocking Spielburg film.First, let me apologize for skipping so far ahead. But the current situation in our country made for a story that couldn’t wait. I’ll get back to normal times someday soon.

So remembering the film, maybe an encounter of the first kind might be an exchange of explicit emails from secret email accounts and might include other electronic evidence of a lover’s existence like phone sex.A pandemic encounter of the second kind could include visual contact over electronic means, like video sex.

And the third kind? In spite of mandated social distancing, a violation. Meeting in secret with our reproductive organs ignoring all the risks we’ve been warned about for weeks now.

I’ve been sneaking out to see Sean for the past year or so. He lives not to far from here. How we got together is a story for another time. I thought a current events story would be more interesting for now.

We had been exchanging embarrassingly explicit emails, with secret email accounts and pictures, for several weeks after everybody was locked down. We even engaged in phone sex at every opportunity. Fortunately my husband and Sean’s wife sporadically had to show up physically for work.

But after a number of video meetings from work, the obvious next step came to mind. It had to be more fun to be able to watch each other. Mind you, neither of us had ever done any kind of video sex, despite in my case, a rather torrid past. Nonetheless, we dived in with great enthusiasm.

At first it was fun, two consenting adults watching each other masturbate on a screen, our sixty inch HDTV in my case – ever seen an erect penis filling a 60 screen, LOL – sharing erotic talk, showing how wet my pussy was, watching his jism shoot out onto his lap and chair and desktop, and my deeply embedded fingers and thumb bringing me to a dripping climax.

After four or five times, we were really good at it, but I wanted to make it special on this occasion. So I set up the meeting with password and all and sent the link over to Sean. At the appointed hour, I dressed in my sexiest blue lingerie – lacy panties and bra under a frilly white negligee from my wedding night – and logged in. This time I had a laptop set up in the living room in front of our TV and logged on to display a ***********ion of music videos behind me in high definition.

I hid in the dining room until Sean came on dressed in shorts and an open shirt. I keyed Beyonce’s Partition and poked my head around the door. (I wish that video had been available when I was a stripper.) Without taking anything off, “Boy this all for you, just walk my way, Just tell me how it’s lookin’ babe, just tell me how it’s lookin’ babe.” I ran my hands over my chest, pushing my boobs up, and moving down my legs. My negligee fell open. “Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor.” I ran my hands inside my thighs, let him see my panties between my legs. I laid across the sofa, raised one leg in the air and ran my hands down to my foot. Then I sat up on the sofa with my legs apart as I squeezed my breasts thru the fabric, playing there for the longest time. “Take all of me. I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like

The kind of girl you like, girl you like. Take all of me.” Slowly my hands found my thighs again and slid up toward my panties. I could tell a small wet spot showed through. My hands went in through the leg holes. Still he could see nothing. My hips were rocking. Sean was down to his jockeys rubbing his cock thru the cloth. Such a beautiful man. “Right here with me, right here with me, right here with me, right here with me.”

Jessica Simpson’s Sweetest Sin came on, “Can you imagine us making love?” I stood up and turned away from the camera. Sean watched as I undid my bra in back and turned to face him, my bra hanging loosely over my boobs. “Your skin on my skin would be the sweetest sin.” I played with my nipples under the bra and my breathing got heavier. I let the bra fall to the floor as I squeezed and rubbed my tits for Sean’s entertainment. He was playing with his balls thru the jockeys. “All night I lay awake … Dreaming about the love we could make.” I hoped he was watching me at least as much as that beautiful, gyrating blonde on the TV behind me.

I looped my thumbs thru the waistband of my panties and pulled down til my dark bush began to appear. The tip of Sean’s cock peeked out of the waistband of his jockeys. Oh how I wished my lips were wrapped around that tip. “It would feel so good to be so bad.” I slowly pulled the panties down to my thighs til my entire hairy triangle was in view. Sean exposed everything – oh yes oh yes. “Would be the sweetest sin, yeah.”

Divinyls When I Touch Myself, came on, “I love myself, I want you to love me.” I could have wiggled out of my panties at that point, but instead I bent over and reached down to slide them slowly off my legs. “When I feel down, I want you above me.” As I did so, I turned away from the camera and allowed Sean a full view of my naked pussy, shaved between my legs. “When I think about you, I touch myself.” My fingers played in the folds of my sex, “I touch myself, I touch myself, I touch myself.” Sean’s moaning told me he was in full masturbation and soon I began to moan as well.

But I had another surprise for Sean. I sat on the sofa with my legs apart and one hand working to bring on my orgasm. Beyonce’s Naughty Girl came on, “I love to love you baby,” as I reached under one of the sofa pillows and pulled out my favorite vibrating dildo, a blue plastic penis that, though I hadn’t thought about it before, matched the lingerie that was dumped on the sofa next to me. “Tonight I’ll be your naughty girl.” Sean exclaimed, “OH MY GOD!!!” Well, I’d told him previously that I like to use one but I’d been too embarrassed to let him see me with one. :”I know you want my body.” He’d never even seen me masturbate, except I would rub my self while he fucked me sometimes, until that first video chat. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me,”

Rihanna’s Sex with Me came on. “I’ma get it wet like Jacuzzi, ah-yea.” I turned the little machine on and started working on my clit. My orgasm comes quickly with that thing. “Fuck me. Fuck me Sean.” I shoved it in when my whole body started to convulse. In and out, in and out. Sean was stroking himself madly now. “Sex with me, sex with me, sex with me, So amazing, so amazing, mmmm.” I closed my eyes and imagined it was his cock about to discharge inside me. In out In out, “OHHHHH OHHHHH.”

Then it was Sean’s turn to cum. His intense spastic moans alerted me and I opened my eyes to watch jet after jet shoot out. Then we both sagged back in our seats, exhausted. I pulled the dildo out, turned it off and put it in my mouth to taste myself. “That was amazing,” Sean extolled, “Amazing, amazing, amazing,” confirming the song’s claims.

We sat there for a few moments, caressing ourselves. I was gently stroking my boobs, he was rubbing his legs and chest. “It was amazing. It always is,” I replied. “I just wish it could have been your real cock. Your real beautiful cock exploding inside me. I wish I’d had your weight on top of me, your kisses on my neck, your hands squeezing my boobs. I miss that so much, Sean.”

“I bet our hotel isn’t even open,” he thought out loud. Our don’t ask don’t tell motel was roughly halfway between our homes and conveniently backed up onto a rail trail. In safer times, we would both “go for walk,” a half truth that covered our perfidy. To my surprise, Sean left the screen and came back with his cell phone. “They are open,” he laughed, but of course the whole reason for our video chats was social distancing and we changed the subject.

Soon our chit chat was getting us both aroused again and soon the dildo was back in my pussy and Sean was beating away. But before he could finish he stopped. “Do you think maybe?”

“Oh god.”

So it was I packed a few things in a large fanny pack, dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, drove over to the trail and hiked to the motel. Sean texted me that he was already checked in to room 17, which saved me the embarrassment of going into the front desk with him. I tapped on the door and he let me in.

We kissed and hugged – so long since I’d been in his embrace – but I excused myself to use the bathroom. When I emerged, I was wearing the same negligee and nothing else. I threw the fanny pack onto the dresser, which was only a foot away from the bed, LOL, and flopped on the bed next to the already naked Sean.

Neither one of us was interested in foreplay. Sean opened my negligee, rolled on top of me and entered my ever so ready vagina. I felt my clit expanding in my belly with every one of his deep strokes. I loved his kisses on my neck and his hands pushing my boobs together – stroke, stroke, stroke – and his weight on my whole body. I wrapped my legs around him and pushed up against him – stroke, stroke, stroke – and then I felt his jets filling my pussy. So wonderful.

Sean knew I don’t have an orgasm from just fucking, so when he was finished, he climbed down between my legs and, despite mess between my legs, started licking and probing with his tongue. “Yes, yes, yes,” it came. Oh god it came. So beautiful. So intense. “Oh Sean, Sean.” I was sure my moans could be heard all the way down to the front desk. And when it was over, Sean stayed there kissing me as I recovered my breath and felt my heart rate returning to something like normal.

But I had yet another surprise for Sean. Actually the same surprise, but in person. I gently pushed him off me and reached across to the fanny pack. I pulled out the dildo he’d seen on the screen and handed it to him. “You think you can handle this?”