VR Suit II mutual sf m-solo f-solo anal The small package with the inconspicuous "Teledildonic Technologies" logo on it contained three diskettes and some instructions. She loaded in the programs on the disks and made the necessary changes to her communications software. Then she slipped into her VR suit, carefully inserting the anal and vaginal stimulators and attaching the other devices to her clitoris and nipples, and entered the number for her modem to dial. Logging on to the Teledildonic Technologies bulletin board was a bit more complex than some logon procedures she'd known, but she understood that both the complexity of the software and the nature of the system itself made it necessary. Soon she was scanning through the list of others online, trying to pick someone for an initial chat. After a bit of lurking, she chose Node 23. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ hi, alice, my name is woody. is this your first time? ("'Woody', indeed! Why do men always have to brag?" she thought.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ please do. then i'll tell you about me, too. They gave each other idealized descriptions of their physical appearance, and then exchanged information about the settings of their VR suits. "Woody" suggested some modifications to her suit's configuration, but she declined to change them, telling him she liked it the way it was. Surprisingly, this was OK with him. She considered telling him to change some of *his* suit's settings, but decided that could wait until another encounter. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ready as we'll ever be. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The BBS's sophisticated interactive software took over then, transmitting signals from one suit to the other. Her suit's electrocontractile fabric began rhythmically squeezing her, as the textured panels on the inside gently tickled her palms and soles. The nipple cups began to pinch softly in their pre-programmed rhythm, and she gasped faintly. Then the dildo-like anal and vaginal stimulators joined in. In seconds she was writhing in her chair, wondering vaguely what "Woody" was feeling. Woody, of course, had the male version of the VR suit. It had the same sort of textured panels and electrocontractile fibers, tickling his hands and feet and squeezing his body in interesting ways. It had smaller but equally programmable nipple cups, which were busily tweaking his nipples (he'd adjusted it for what he thought was his extreme sensitivity in this area, so they just barely stimulated his two little buds). It had the same anal dildo, pulsing away to a rhythm almost exactly like Alice's. But the suit's designers had put electrocontractile material and textured fabric to ingenious use in the male version of the suit. The penile sheath rippled and squeezed, as its soft, smooth lining seemed to become slicker with each cycle of the motion. He, too, was writhing in his chair, and wondering vaguely what "Alice" was feeling. As the suit's inexorable stimulation continued, Alice began to imagine it was Woody touching her body; her imagination endowed him with all the characteristics she found especially desirable in a man. He'd be tall and well-muscled, but with a gentle touch; her feverish fantasies conceived of him as having dark hair, and, surprisingly (for she'd never really liked men with facial hair) a neatly trimmed beard. It wasn't the suit caressing her, it was his strong but gentle hands; it wasn't the suit tweaking her nipples, but his mouth gently nibbling; it wasn't the suit pulsating inside her quivering vagina, it was his erection... As his suit continued its inexorable stimulation, Woody began to fantasize about Alice, imagining her to be the kind of woman he always found desirable. She had long, soft, blonde hair and a sensuous mouth. Her breasts were large, and, surprisingly (for he'd always preferred relatively slim women) she was broad-hipped. It wasn't the suit tweaking his nipples, it was her tongue; it wasn't the anal stimulator poking gently into his rectum, it was the tip of her little finger; it wasn't the suit rhythmically squeezing his straining erection, it was her warm vagina... They had no way to know it, but they reached orgasm simultaneously. When they were both able to communicate again, they chatted some more about their experiences. She revealed to him that she had a fair amount of knowledge of computers.