Pic Swap Ch.2

Introduction:

The new adventure for Kathy is beginning

It was Saturday evening and Kathy checked her profile for the third time in as many minutes. She knew it was pointless because the app would alert her whenever a new match was made, but she couldn’t help herself. It had been a whole day since she uploaded the pictures that Sarah had suggested and she had to wait for them to be approved and actually get posted. She knew this and yet she continued to check her phone constantly as she was taking care of chores around the house. She was putting her last load of clothes in the dryer when she heard it. She had set a special tone for the app to use to alert her to a match and she was hearing it from the counter in the kitchen. She shut the door on the dryer and started it and then hurried back to the kitchen to see what kind of pictures awaited her.

She was hoping that it was a young stud that had been matched with her and not some decrepit old man that was on his last legs. As she swiped the screen on her phone to unlock it she was pleasantly surprised that she had not one, but three matches waiting for her. She decided to do this up right and poured herself a glass of wine and then stripped down to just her underwear and carried her phone into the living room where she made herself comfortable on the couch, just in case. She unlocked her phone once again and opened the app. The first match was a man about her own age who was nothing special. His body looked like he had never seen a gym and he looked like he had never seen the sun either. She scrolled through the available pictures and noticed that he was average no matter how she looked at him. His body wasn’t repulsive, it just didn’t turn her on. The pictures of his cock were about the same. He was of average length and girth and that didn’t turn her on either. She knew that, having been out of the game for a while, she shouldn’t be so picky, but she couldn’t stop herself from passing on sending him more pics of herself.

The second guy was a little better in the cock department, but he looked like he might be Mediterranean simply from the obscene amount of hair covering his body. She knew that there were women out there that like that sort of thing but she wasn’t one of them. Again, she decided to skip him and move on to the next one.

The third match was considerably better than the first two. From the pictures he had available she could tell that he was definitely in shape. He also had very little body hair which appealed to her. He wasn’t hairless, but only had a thin covering on his chest and just the faintest trail heading to his nether regions. He was tanned all over and definitely looked like a mans man. She could feel herself getting wet just looking at his body pics and she hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet. She sat her phone down for a moment and went to refill her glass.

She came back to the living room with a full glass and the rest of the bottle in her hand. She sat the bottle and glass on the table beside the couch and took the remaining clothes she had on off. She grabbed her phone and swiped to his next picture. When it finally loaded she almost spit her wine out. She was looking at the most magnificent cock she had ever seen in her life. She couldn’t tell it’s length, but she knew it was big. The hand wrapped around it only covered about half of it and the fingers of said hand weren’t quite touching around the circumference. She took a sip of wine and clicked on the button that let her email the owner of such a gorgeous cock.

She wasn’t exactly sure how to start an email to a guy that she didn’t know. Should she just start off by telling him that he has an amazing looking cock and body or should she just keep it simple and just say hi? In the end she decided to just keep it simple so she typed, “Hi. I was matched with you on the picture sharing app and thought I might like to get to know you a little better and decide if we should trade even more pictures. Let me know. Thanks.” She pressed send and sat back and waited.

She wasn’t sure just how long it would take to get a response and she was prepared for it to take a day or more. While she was waiting she decided to enjoy her wine and entertain herself. She sat back with one leg over the arm of the couch and began to absentmindedly stroke her swollen, wet pussy and check out her mystery man’s pictures again. As her fingers trailed slowly up and down her lips she began to really study the pictures. He was not old, though the pictures and his profile didn’t say how old her was. She could also tell that he either spent a lot of time outdoors or spent a great deal of money tanning. The idea that he could go to a tanning bed actually turned her off a little so she made sure to keep it in her mind that he was an outdoors kind of man. He was well toned all over without being a muscle bound freak. Maybe he worked out a lot or maybe he worked hard, either way, it was good to see that he was in good shape.

She was just imagining him picking her up and carrying her to bed when she got a notice of a new email. She clicked on it and was excited to see that it was from her mystery man, Lancelot. She could only imagine what his name might mean, but she was also excited to see what he had to say.

“SunkistMother, it was pleasure to hear from you. I really enjoyed seeing the pics that you had posted and would definitely like to get to know you a little better. Maybe this could lead to something, who knows. That being said, I would definitely like to see more of you. Keep in touch, Lancelot.”

She was impressed, if only because his response was not a simple, show me your pussy! To her that meant quite a lot. She decide that she really didn’t like communicating through email and decided to load one of the free chat apps on her phone and see if he would mind chatting and trading pics through that instead. She looked around until she found an app that she thought she might like and loaded it. She then set up her profile with the same screen name and emailed him back.

Several minutes later she got a message from LancelotLoaded. “SunkistMother, Lancelot was already taken on here so I knew I had to pick something that you might recognize or run the risk of getting ignored. I really did enjoy the pics you had loaded to the app and would love to continue our conversation on here.”

She was ecstatic. She had finally found a guy that she liked the looks of and he seemed to have a brain in his head. Amazing. The fact that he looked to be younger than her didn’t bother her at all. He had it going on in all the right places so far and that was all that mattered. They chatted for about an hour before she realized that it was getting late and that she still had to get up and do some things tomorrow. She bid him goodnight and told him that she would text him as soon as she was free tomorrow.

She went to bed that night and had trouble falling asleep. In her dreams Lancelot took her to bed and ravished her body for hours with his tongue and his magnificent cock. She woke up twice during the night and had to get herself off before she could go back to sleep. If just a few pictures could do that to her, she could only imagine what the real thing could do.

The next day she woke up feeling strangely refreshed. She knew that she had woken up to an itch in her pussy that she had to scratch before she could go back to sleep, but she somehow felt younger. She couldn’t tell if it was because Lancelot was younger than her or if it was just the excitement and the somewhat taboo feel of what she was doing. Either way, she didn’t care. She felt good and wasn’t going to think too much about it. She had a brunch date with Sarah this morning as was their tradition and she wanted to tell her about her best match so far.

Kathy was five minutes early getting to the Gray House and that meant that Sarah had already been there for at least ten minutes. She was sitting at their usual table and flirting with Eduardo like she normally did. It didn’t seem to bother her that Eduardo was openly gay and he and his boyfriend owned the place. She just enjoyed watching him blush at some of her not so subtle innuendos.

Kathy sat down opposite her and Sarah immediately got that look on her face that meant she knew something was up. Kathy had barely gotten seated when Sarah piped up, “Well? Spill it.”

“Spill what?” Kathy asked as nonchalantly as she could manage.

Sarah smiled at her and said, “Oh, don’t give me that crap. You got a hot match on the app and I can see it all over your face that you want to tell me about it.”

Kathy had never been good at getting things over on Sarah. This time was no exception. Her friend knew that she had something to tell and wanted to hear it before Eduardo came back to take their order. She decided to tell her about the not so great matches first. She began to tell Sarah in great detail about the almost albino and the Sasquatch impersonator. Both of which made her laugh loudly, much to the confusion of their neighbors.

She then took a sip of her water and proceeded to tell Sarah, in great detail, about Lancelot. Sarah asked if they had exchanged any more pictures and Kathy assured her they had not. “I kind of want to get to know this guy for some odd reason before I exchange any of the good pictures with him.”

“That is probably a good idea,” Sarah replied. “You don’t know anything about any of these guys, so it is best to be a little cautious. Did you find out anything about him? What kind of work does he do? How old is he? Anything?”

“Nope. Nope. Nope. And nope.” Kathy sat back with a smug grin on her face. She knew the lack of information was going to drive Sarah nuts and she could see it already happening.

“What?” Sarah exclaimed. “You just told me that you spent an hour or more texting with this Lancelot, and you never even asked what his name was?”

“I did not. It’s not important at this point. Hell, I didn’t even ask him where he lives. He could be Eduardo for all I know and I wouldn’t care. He was nice and didn’t ask anything of me so I didn’t feel the need to ask anything of him.”

Sarah was naturally nosy and wanted to know everything about everybody, but she knew that Kathy really didn’t care. She wished she could be more like her friend. “When are you going to talk to him again?”

“After I get home and get some stuff done around the house. I do have a life and responsibilities you know. I told him I would text him when I was free and that means after I get the laundry folded and put away, the kitchen cleaned, the car washed, and a few other things. I don’t want any of those things waiting for me in case our conversation runs long tonight.”

“Okay, okay.” By this time they were finished eating and they got up to pay the check and head out. “You have to let me know, whatever time it is, when you are done talking to him and what is said. Okay?”

“Yes, Mom,” Kathy said without trying to hide the sarcasm in her voice. She gave Sarah a quick peck on the lips, which surprised them both, and turned to leave with a little extra sway to her hips since she was sure Sarah was watching.

Kathy got home and immediately changed from her decent Brunch clothes to her working clothes. This time of year they usually consisted of a pair of baggy jeans, a ragged old t-shirt and a pair of beat up boots that she used when working in the yard. Today, however, she was feeling good about attracting the attention of unknown men with her secret new hobby and decided to show off a bit. Today’s working outfit was her normal workout routine outfit. The fact that she worked out at home, in the privacy of her own basement didn’t matter. She was going to be in and out the house and she wanted to get noticed. Her clothing of choice was a pair of Spandex shorts, a sports bra, ankle socks, her tennis shoes, and a baseball cap with a ponytail through the hole in the back. With her body she could easily pass for someone ten years her junior, and she loved that fact.

She loaded the laundry in the washer, loaded the dishes in the dishwasher, and while they were running she wiped off the counters, and swept and mopped the kitchen floors. Since she was a meticulous housekeeper anyway, all of that took her only about thirty minutes. She had time before the washer was done and decided to clean the living room as well. As she was straightening the cushions on the couch she spotted something stuffed down between them. When she pulled it out and held it up she realized that it was Sarah’s underwear from their get together last week.

She held the tiny thong up to her nose and could smell the muskiness of what she knew to be a delicious pussy. Before she realized what was happening she found herself sitting on the couch with her hand in her shorts stroking her clit. As she sat there pleasuring herself she imagined the short haired goddess that her friend was riding her face. As she imagined her friend cumming in her mouth she exploded in orgasmic ecstasy. She lay on the couch catching her breath and blushing at the thought of what she had just done and what she was thinking of when she did it. She knew they both had to work tomorrow, but wondered what Sarah was doing later tonight.

With the thought to call her friend later she went to check on the washer and decided that the living room could wait. She really wanted to get her car washed before the weekend was over. As she thought, the washer was done and she put the clothes in the dryer before heading to the garage to grab the bucket for washing the car.

She sat the bucket on the ground beside the car and began unrolling the hose. The idea of being out in front of her house in broad daylight in these revealing clothes was making her nervous, but it was also turning her on. Never before had she paraded around in so little where someone could see. Not that women didn’t wear things like this out in public all the time, just not her. She felt like she could feel the eyes of every person that passed her while she was soaping and spraying her car watching her. She could feel some of the men, and women, undressing her and it made her tingle in her most private place. She knew that some people would be offended that she was showing herself off, but she no longer cared. She worked hard for her body and her new found confidence was allowing her to show it off.

She finished with the car and put everything away and went back into the house. She actually breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed and once again hid her from the outside world. She was sweating as much from the heat outside as from the excitement of what she had just done. She was excited and terrified all at the same time yet she knew she would do it again. With the sweat and water dripping off her from her chores she headed to her room for a quick shower. After she stripped out of her clothes she stopped to check herself out in the full length mirror on her bathroom door.

Perky, 36D breasts at thirty six years old, Check. Nice, tight ass from riding a stationary bike for miles on end, Check. Flat stomach with barely noticeable abs from more sit-ups and crunches than she care to think about, Check. All over tan from a tanning in her own backyard so she could avoid being seen in anything too revealing in public before today, Check, unfortunately. Long brown hair that shimmered in the sun from being taken care of religiously, Check. Sky blue eyes without the help of contacts, Oh yeah. She had to admit to herself, finally, she really was hot.

By the time she was ready to wash off all traces of her work for the day she decided on a bath instead. She started the water, lit several candles, closed the blinds, turned on some soft instrumental big band music which helps her relax and slowly lowered herself into the tub. It was large enough for three normal people and she loved it. Especially when she turned on the spa jets.

The tub was a gift to her late husband not long before he had died in a horrific plane crash with his parents. He was a rather large man and often complained that he couldn’t take a bath anymore because the regular tubs were just too small for him to stretch out in and enjoy it. Kathy and Robert had only been married for a couple of years when tragedy struck. He and his parents were avid NASCAR fans and were on their way to a race in Kansas when the small private plane they were flying in struck a flock of geese. The plane sustained quite a bit of damage and crashed moments later killing everyone on board. While that was a stroke of bad luck for everyone, it was not all bad for Kathy and her young son.

Kathy had the misfortune of getting pregnant when she was just sixteen years old. The father of the baby was the twenty-two year old son of a very well to do family in the area. Kathy’s parents were not happy at all, but when it was discovered that the boy had been deceived by a fake I.D. that Kathy had gotten so that she could drink, they weren’t mad at him. In fact, they thought very highly of the young man that never stopped coming around to see her, even though they were not allowed to be alone when he did. It was obvious that the two young people were really in love. When Kathy had the baby her parents insisted that she stay at home and in school and they would help her raise the boy until she got out on her own.

Kathy was unaware that Robert had made plans with her parents, after asking her dad for her hand in marriage like a good southern man would do, to marry her just after she turned eighteen. They were married the day after she turned eighteen and she and their son moved into his house not far from where her parents lived. Kathy enrolled in some business classes at the local college because she wanted to be able to work when her son started school. As fate would have it she had an exam at college the day of the race and was unable to attend like she normally would have. Her son Brandon was with her mother and she was in class when a sheriff’s deputy pulled her out of class to break the news to her. She broke down in the hallway outside of class and the deputy explained to the professor, who had stepped out to check on her, what was going on. The professor told Kathy to go take care of things and that she could make up the exam in a couple of weeks and that she would inform the administration what was going on.

Kathy called her mom to come get her and told her why. Sherri showed up shortly thereafter and took her daughter home. They sat Brandon down in the living room and explained to him that daddy wasn’t coming home again. The two year old seemed to be wise beyond his years when he hugged both of them and said, “It will be alright Mommy and Maw-maw. Grampy and Grammy will look out for Daddy. They are with him.”

Both of the women were in shock at his statement. They hadn’t said anything about his other grandparents. They looked at him and he just smiled and jumped back down in the floor and continued to push his little toy truck around driving over anything that got in its way like he hadn’t a care in the world.

Kathy’s mood was somber as she slipped into the hot bubble bath. She sat back thinking of all the dates she had gone on that didn’t go anywhere because none of the men were up to her standards. She threw herself into her work and raising her son and didn’t have time to party and hang out like a young woman her age at the time normally would have. Not that she needed the money. The death of her husband and his parents had left her and Brandon set for life.

She decided to see if she could lift her spirits and grabbed her phone to look at Lancelot’s pictures again. As she opened the app she noticed that she had a couple more matches. She was excited to see what there was to offer this time. Of the six new matches only two were even worth looking at and even they didn’t compare to Lancelot. She was about to open his pics again when she got an alert that he had sent her some more pictures. Her pussy immediately began throbbing in anticipation of what they might be.

She opened the first picture and was immediately shocked. It was a picture from behind with Lancelot bent over. His tanned ass cheeks were spread and she could see his tiny pucker and hiss massive balls in front of his gorgeous cock. She had never really looked at a man from this angle and she found it surprisingly sexy. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as she thought what it would be like to have his massive balls in her mouth. As her fingers made their way to her swollen clit she then wondered what it might be like to lick his asshole. With that thought in her mind her body exploded in orgasm as she stroked her clit. She thought the idea was as sick as it was sexy and couldn’t comprehend how come it turned her on so. She scrolled through the next few pics of his engorged cock and still marveled at it’s size and nearly perfect proportions. One picture was a shot of pre-cum oozing from the hole and she so badly wanted to be on her knees with her tongue liking it up.

She decided that she was going to send him a couple of her more risque pictures since he had sent her some better ones this time. She went to her gallery and chose three more that showed a lot more of her body. One was a close up shot of her wet pussy from behind with her fingers spreading her lips apart that Sarah had even wanted a copy of. She clicked send and decided to get out of the tub and go relieve some of the sexual tension that was building.

She drained the tub and wrapped a towel around herself so she would drip on her way to the bed. She laid back on the bed, opened the towel, and immediately began rubbing her now swollen lips. She trailed her fingers lightly up and down her pussy as she looked through the pics that Lancelot had sent her. She could feel her wetness increasing with each picture. She slipped two fingers into her hungry hole as she imagined his massive organ pumping into her wetness. Her hips bucked up off the bed as her palm battered her clit while she slammed her fingers home in search of her next orgasm. When she got to the picture of his asshole and balls she went over the edge. Her body began convulsing and she dropped her phone. Her pussy sprayed her bed as it clamped down on her fingers and her eyes rolled back in her head. She lay there panting, trying to catch her breath when she heard a noise that sounded like the front door closing.

“Mom! I’m Home!”