I opened MSN and was pleasantly suprised to see Matthew logged in. It had been a while since I had had the chance to talk to him, because I had been so busy diving and studying for my dive master course. The time difference between us also made it difficult to find time to chat. I was sitting with my dive instructor and friends who were participating in various levels of courses. We had ordered lunch and were using the time before our next dive to use the internet, as there were very few spots on the island with affordable internet.
"Hey There." I typed into MSN.
"Hey you. How are you doing?" He replied.
For several minutes we chatted about what we had been up to over the past few days, while I ate my lunch. Everyone at my table was heavily absorbed in their food, books or laptops, so there wasn't much need for me to speak.
"I've had a few dreams about you the past couple of nights." I typed to Matthew.
"Yeah? Good dreams I hope."
"Of course. They were both about me meeting you. Pretty normal ones though. One where we were having lunch and another where we were driving someplace in your car chatting."
Matthew and I had been talking about meeting over the past couple of months, but for some reason over the past couple of days, I had begun to think about it more and more. I knew it was something I really wanted to make happen, and something that I definitely could make happen within the next couple of months.
"I must admit, I love the idea of you coming here to visit me, and would love to have a sex toy for a week or so."
"Yeah? I would like that too. I think I will be able to make it there in the next few months. Just need to think about logistics."
"Cool. Didn't think it would be that soon. I can't wait to fuck you, bent over my kitchen table." This was a fantasy that we had both talked about.
"Me too, but first I want to be on my knees in front of you while I suck your cock. I want to be covered in your cum." I typed back to him.
There was a lull in the chat while I answered a diving related question somebody asked me.
"What are you up to?" He asked.
"Just had to help someone with something. You?"
"I must admit I am a little hard."
"Sorry?" I typed back.
"For making me hard? Somehow I doubt that. Just got a little excited about a certain slut coming to visit me."
"Guess you know me too well now. I wonder who the lucky girl is..."
"Are you wet, thinking about me fucking you over my table?"
I was already wishing I was someplace a little more private than a restaurant on the beach.
"Yes. Wish I had a room to myself right now."
"Are there washrooms nearby?"
"Yes, they are a little scary." Like most restrooms in Malaysia seemed to be.
"I won't ask you to pleasure yourself in a scary washroom then. What are you wearing?"
"Bikini with a shirt over it."
Unknown to Matthew I had already scooted my chair closer to the table, so my lower half was obscured from the view of my friends. My hand rested in my lap.
"I want you to put your hand in your lap and rub your pussy lips with your finger. Keep the material of you bikini between your finger and your pussy."
I did as he instructed. Very cautiously at first, worried someone might notice what I was doing. When I realised that everyone was concentrating on something else, I became a bit bolder, and began to rub myself a little harder, my finger pressing the material of my bikini into my skin. I traced my finger a little higher so it was over my clit and enjoyed the sensation it caused.
"I think I can do that." I had typed back to Matthew.
"I want you to reach under your bikini and rub yourself. I want you to lick your fingers in front of everyone."
I moved the edge of my bikini slightly so I would be able to rub myself with my finger, moistening it.
My instructor looked over at me, and I jerked my hand away, hoping he didn't notice anything. "I think we better pay and then start setting up equipment." He said.
"Sorry Matthew, but I have to get going. We are about to go on another dive."
"It's okay. I need to go anyways. Talk to you later."
"Sweet dreams. Bye." I signed off before he had a chance to reply to anything.
I desperately felt the urge to find a quiet place to play with myself, but didn't have the time. I hurried over to the dive shop to begin assembling equipment. The whole time thinking about what fun I could be having with Matthew. I was a little distracted all afternoon and tried not to let my wander. Yet it did, and I found my thoughts going back to meeting Matthew and being used as his sex toy.
We had both talked about our expectations, and I was meeting him more out of curiousity than the need for sex. Still though, I was definitely lusting after him, and was hoping the chemistry between us would be there when we met in person for the first time.
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