Correspondence Chess

“It’s your turn to start,” Rebecca said to Tom, her dark eyes staring intensely into the webcam. “In case you’d forgotten.”

Tom smiled back at her then looked down at the chess board in front of him.

What had started as an anonymous rivalry had turned into something more intense when the chess website that had frequently matched them against each other had gone down. Rebecca, ever-resourceful, had noticed that Tom, ever-naive, had set his username to an email address. So, wanting to continue the game, she sent him a message and they continued playing offline.

More and more chat was added to the email correspondence chess thread, and before long they agreed to meet, virtually. Now they both played with a board in front of them, preferring it to an on-screen display, and chatted as they played. And it was clear, to Rebecca at least, that there was more than just intellectual attraction between them both because, quite frankly, she couldn’t wait to meet Tom one day. She had every reason to believe he felt the same, and just to make sure she unbuttoned her shirt, just a little, and squeezed her chest together as she leant forward to the webcam. The reaction in his eyes told her she was having the desired effect.

“How about,” she suggested, “We make things a bit more interesting.”

“Like how?” Tom asked.

“Well… ummm….” She pretended to think, not wanting to rush into the proposal she’d been thinking about all week. “How about, every time you lose a major piece you have to take something off.”

“What? Really?”

Tom seemed shocked by the proposal, but she knew interest when she saw it.

“Not pawns, of course. Major pieces only.”

“Um… well… yeah, okay. If you’re up for that.”

“Of course I am. We’ve got a deal, then?”

“Absolutely.”

Rebecca grinned. This was going to be fun!

She rushed to the first piece exchange, taking a knight with her bishop.

“So…” she said, biting her lip and leaning towards the camera, “I guess you’re taking something off.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so,” Tom said, his pupils dilating. “Are socks one thing or two?”

“Since I’m feeling generous, shall we say they’re two?” She didn’t want to rush this.

Tom reached down below the desk  and a second later held up a sock to the camera and tossed it to one side.

“Queen takes bishop,” Tom said down the camera, “So it’s your turn to take something off.”

“Mine? I think not.”

“But that’s what we agreed. I took a sock off, and now I’ve taken your bishop.”

“That’s not what we agreed,” Rebecca said, licking her lips, “I said every time you lose a major piece you take something off. I didn’t say anything about you taking my pieces.”

“What! But that’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it? It’s what we agreed to. And I had you down as someone who keeps to their word.”

“Yeah, well, only when I’m not being tricked.”

“Tricked?” she said, a mischievous smile on her lips, “There’s no trick. You just got the wrong end of the stick.”

Tom took a deep breath but Rebecca thought she saw more than a hint of a smile down the camera.

“Anyway, it’s your turn,” he said, and she wanted to punch the air with this little victory.

Four moves later she took Tom’s bishop with her knight.

“The other sock?” she asked.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

He held the second sock in front of the camera before dropping it to the side, then retaking her knight with a pawn.

“I still don’t think it’s fair you don’t have to take something off,” he said. Rebecca shrugged and held out her hands.

“I don’t make the rules,” she said.

“You literally did make this rule.”

“Okay, I don’t make all the rules.” She laughed. “Just this one.”

Rebecca noticed that Tom was playing a much more defensive game now that his clothes were at stake, moving his pieces out of danger rather than exchanging. She began to use it to her advantage, pushing him into retreat at the back of the board. Another dozen moves passed before she was finally able to take another bishop. It weakened her position, but she just had to do it.

“Well,” she said, “What’s next?”

“You’re really making me do this?” Rebecca nodded. Tom looked down at himself, then reached to his waist and pulled his t-shirt over his head.

“Very nice,” she said without needing to think about it. She decided she rather liked the bare torso she saw at the other end of the camera.

“This still isn’t fair,” Tom said.

“Then you shouldn’t have let your bishop be taken so easily,” Rebecca goaded.

Chess was already fun, she thought to herself, but this was a whole new level.

“You know I’ve got to go in twenty minutes?” Tom said. “The cab’s coming for me at seven-forty.”

Work was taking Tom to another city for a few days.

“Then you better hurry up and play,” Rebecca told him. And I better hurry up and take more pieces, she thought to herself.

The next fifteen minutes were a grind of pawns attacking pawns as Rebecca fought to break through Tom’s defensive position. Finally he was left with no choice but to instigate a rook exchange.

“Then I’ll take that back,” she said, “And I guess that’ll be your trousers? Unless you can somehow take your underwear off first.

“No, just the trousers,” Tom said, and out of camera shot he fumbled with his buttons, lifted himself slightly in his seat, then held up a pair of chinos before tossing them to one side.

“Well?” Rebecca asked.

“Well what?”

“Aren’t you going to stand up?”

Tom took a deep breath and Rebecca thought he wasn’t going to do it, but he pushed back in his chair, his full body coming into view as he distanced himself from the camera, and as he stood she studied him from head down to calves, which was as far as she could see.

“Very nice,” she said with a grin. If it wasn’t for those black briefs, she thought. But they’re only one piece away.

“This is embarrassing,” Tom muttered, pulling himself back to the desk.

“Your position, you mean?” she teased.

“You know what I mean,” Tom said, but he was still smiling, and Rebecca was having the time of her life.

Rebecca looked at the clock. Would Tom really be able to leave this game if he had to go? Surely this was more fun.

She saw an opportunity. It was a risk, but she took it, sacrificing a pawn to leave Tom’s knight exposed. She took it quickly with her remaining bishop and leant on her chin, looking into the camera.

“Well,” she said, “That’s another piece.”

“Yeah. I guess it is.”

“And just in time too,” she added, looking at the clock. Tom said he had until seven-thirty. It was seven-twenty-eight now.

“Just, I guess,” he said.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

The tension was killing her.

As before, Tom put his hands down out of view, lifted his buttocks and a second later held his black briefs in view before throwing them to one side.

“Happy now?” he asked.

“Happy-ish. I’ll be happy when you stand up.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Yes. Really.”

Rebecca could barely believe it was about to happen, and Tom even had a smile on his face as if he couldn’t wait to stand naked in front of the camera. She wondered for a second if she’d misjudged him, but on the other hand she didn’t care. She really did want to see him naked.

Tom took a deep breath, put his hands against the table to push himself back, and then suddenly: “Oh, look, seven-thirty. I’ve got to go.”

The screen went black. Rebecca thumped the desk in frustration. That was not fair, she thought, and then laughed.

She looked around her, checking the door was locked and none of her flatmates would barge in. She needed a few minutes alone with her vibrator.

Face To Face

They didn’t finish the game, which Rebecca wasn’t too unhappy about as she was so desperate to take Tom’s pieces to force him to remove his clothing that she had ruined her position. THe board was still set up and she’d looked at it over the past few days wondering how she could get out of the trouble she was in.

They had something much better to look forward to, though: meeting up face-to-face, for the first time. Tom’s work trip was bringing him closer to Rebecca’s home and he’d booked a hotel for two nights.

With Tom only being in town for a little over a day, Rebecca felt some pressure to fast-track the whole “getting to know you” phase of their growing relationship. Usually she’d meet a guy for a coffee and then leave it for a few days, but coffee became a walk and a chat, and then she was getting to like Tom so much they went for lunch together.

She’d not had many clues as to what sort of outfits Tom might be into so she’d tried to steer a course between sexy and conservative, with knee-high boots, a short pleated skirt and push-up bra doing the sexy, but tights and a ribbed long-sleeved black top with a few buttons at the neckline keeping her covered up and conservative. She was pleased Tom had made an effort to, in a smart patterned shirt and chinos.

They talked about chess, of course, but they talked about everything else too. It just so happened that for everything in life there was a ready chess analogy to come back to.

Rebecca had come out on this date with the idea of working fast, but they were only halfway through lunch when she’d decided that she wanted to make love to Tom’s body as much as she had always wanted to make love to his mind.

“You know what we could do after lunch,” she said as pushed a spoon into a single scoop of ice cream, her eyes sparkling. In Rebecca’s mind ice cream and sex went together like… well, nothing went better at all.

“What could we do after lunch?” Tom asked, leaning forward and losing himself in her dark eyes.

“Well… I’ve still got that game we started last week set up on my board. We could go back to my place and finish it.”

Tom smiled.

“I thought you’d have given up on that terrible position,” he said, “How did you end up a pawn down from there?”

“I had other aims in mind,” she said, “Like taking all your pieces as quickly as I could.”

Tom blushed. He had ended up sitting there naked and had just about managed to spin the time out enough to play a trick on her of hanging up the call before she saw anything. Getting rid of the hard-on had not been so easy, though.

“Still, I was quite happy with the position I put you in,” Rebecca continued, Tom’s cheeks still burning.

“I think the game might be lost all the same.”

“Not if I can distract you enough that you blunder,” she said with a wicked smile, one hand fiddling with the top button of her blouse. Maybe I was too conservative, she thought, and twisted the button open. Tom couldn’t take his eyes off her fingers, but she stopped there.

“If you think you can save an impossible situation then I’m game,” Tom said, calling the waiter over to pay the bill. Rebecca made an attempt to split the payment between them, but secretly she was very glad that Tom insisted on treating her. She was a modern woman, there was no doubt about that, but sometimes a bit of old-fashioned gallantry went down very well.

As they walked back to Rebecca’s shared house she reached out and held Tom’s hand, just for a minute. Touching sent butterflies dancing in her stomach, and Tom’s too, and as he looked down at her he had a dreamy expression on his face.

“Hi Lindsey!” Rebecca called out as she opened the front door, “I’ve got a friend with me.” That was a secret code for “do not disturb”.

She opened her room door, Tom followed her inside, and she made sure she quietly slid the lock over. Lindsey wouldn’t usually burst in unannounced, but you never knew.

“I forgot that you play sitting on the floor,” Tom said, noting the chess board in the middle of the room and the laptop on a low table in front of it. Rebecca liked to sit cross-legged while she played. It helped her to think.

“You’re okay on the floor, aren’t you?” she asked Tom. He nodded, half-distracted by looking around the room. There wasn’t much to see, and Rebecca always put her vibrator away when she’d finished with it so there was nothing that might embarrass her.

“Although I don’t really sit cross-legged,” he added as she pulled the table back to give Tom space on the white side of the chess set.

He walked around the board and dropped to the floor, laying sideways to it with his head propped on one arm. Rebecca didn’t think he looked entirely comfortable but he did, however, look entirely desirable.

“You could at least take your shoes off,” Rebecca said, looking down at him.

“Sure,” he said with a smile and began to sit up awkwardly.

“Or I could do it for you,” Rebecca said, dropping to her knees. Tom propped himself on his elbows and watched her untie his laces then slip each shoe from his foot in turn. He wiggled his toes inside black socks.

Rebecca leant forward, resting her hands on the carpet either side of Tom’s legs, and then proceeded to crawl forward, straddling his lower legs as he looked down at her.

“You know what’s been disappointing so far?” she asked him. Tom’s eyes looked concerned.

“What?”

“You haven’t asked if you can kiss me yet.”

Concern was replaced by a mischievous smile.

“Would you like me to kiss you?” he asked.

“I don’t know. But I’d like you to ask.”

Tom looked shy for a second and swallowed.

“Do you mind if I kiss you?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

“Sure,” she said, “Why not.” She shuffled further up his legs, straddling his lap, and he sat up with his arms bracing behind him.

She closed her eyes as their lips met and she felt dizzy for a second. Their kiss was gentle and sensual and she half-hoped she would feel the tip of his tongue probing her lips, but their first kiss remained a low-key yet very enjoyable one.

“Mmm, that was nice,” she said as she rocked back to sit across Tom’s lap, her knee-high boots either side of his knees and her pleated skirt falling across his lap. She glanced at the board beside them. “Then I guess we’d finish the game.”

“We’d better,” Tom said, a dreamy look in his eyes. He leant back on his elbows, holding her gaze.

“If you can remember where we were,” she said. Tom looked down at the board.

“The position looks right,” he said.

“Good,” she said, “I’m just remembering how it went. I took your knight first, didn’t I?”

Tom smiled and nodded. Without saying a word Rebecca reached behind her, slipped her finger into Tom’s right sock and pulled it off his feet. Tom watched with wide eyes.

“Then a bishop, wasn’t it?”

She twisted the other way, reached for his left sock inside his chinos and tugged at it, slipping it over the heel and then the toes and tossing it to one side.

“I didn’t actually see your feet before,” she said.

“You didn’t,” Tom replied, swallowing again.

“What was next?” Rebecca asked. Tom looked at the white pieces that had been taken.

“I think it was my other bishop,” he said.

“That’s right,” Rebecca replied, shuffling a little higher up Tom’s legs and sitting back on his thighs. She reached for his collar and found the first button of his shirt, twisting it in her fingers. Then the next, then the next, and he looked into her eyes as her fingers worked, parting his shirt over his chest, tugging it from his chinos, unfastening every last button.

She put her hands on his chest, brushing outwards to his shoulders, pushing the patterned cotton away from him, sliding it down his forearms.

She reached down to his hand, unfastening one cuff, and then the other, then continued to slide the shirt down his arms, baring his torso. When it reached his elbows she pulled gently and he fell onto his back, allowing her to continue to slide the garment down. She slipped it over his hands, one at a time, then gripping the cotton firmly she pulled it out from beneath his back.

He lay on the ground, torso bare, looking up into her dark eyes with an increasingly dazed expression on his face.

“I remember what was next,” she said, putting her fingers to his belt and working at the buckle, “It was the rook.”

She pulled the leather belt tongue free, then twisted at the metal button beneath it. Then, holding the zip between thumb and forefinger, she slid it down, manoeuvring the fabric over the bulge inside his black briefs.

She slipped her hands into his waistband and tugged gently. Tom lifted his buttocks slightly and she slipped the chinos from beneath him, shuffling towards his feet as she continued to pull the trousers down his thighs, then his calves. She swung one leg back over Tom to kneel beside him as she slipped her hands inside the chinos, bunching them around his ankles, then pushing them over his feet. She tossed them with his shirt and then straddled his legs again, her boots pressed either side of his bare calves. She put her hands on his thighs and stroked gently, trying not to stare at the unmissable bulge in his briefs.

She shuffled forward again, almost as far as Tom’s waist, her pleated skirt laying in folds over his lap. Tom’s hands lifted from his sides and went to her waist, but she gripped them with her own, put them to one side, and then moved forward another few inches to pin them beneath her knees. He took long, deep breaths as he looked up at her, conscious of every movement of her leather boots against his bare skin, her skirt draped over his stomach.

“I only took one more piece after that, didn’t I?” she asked, looking down at him, helpless as she sat across him, his hands beneath her legs.

“You did. The other knight.”

“Yes, that was it,” she said, and she reached for the waistband of his black briefs and slowly pulled it towards her. His cock sprang free, still growing, rock hard, and he let out a long sigh. She paused for a second, allowing herself a smile, and then pulled the material down a few inches, releasing it so the elastic pressed into the base of his shaft. Tom’s eyes closed and he let out a shuddering breath.

She rocked forward on her knees, her skirt running across his erection and drawing another moan, and reaching her hand behind her she hooked her fingers into his underwear and pulled it towards his knees. He lifted his buttocks obligingly as she tugged his last item of clothing down his thighs.

She was glad she was flexible as she leant backwards, twisting to one side, still straddling Tom’s lap as she pulled the black briefs down his legs. He wriggled his feet as she untangled them and she turned back, sitting across his lap and feeling very satisfied with herself. The tip of his cock just emerged from the folds of her skirt over his stomach, pulsing up and down, stimulated by the pleated fabric. She bent forward at the waist, putting her hands on Tom’s shoulders, almost lying on his chest. As his cock rose it touched her black ribbed top and she could feel he was breathing hard.

“I guess we can continue the game now,” she said, stroking his chin with her fingers.

“I’m not sure I can concentrate,” he said between deep breaths. He wanted to touch her but his hands were pinned beneath her knees.

“You’re a pawn up, remember? You should win easily.”

Except, she thought, if it looks like that might happen I’ll have to find other ways to distract you. She slid her body back a few inches, letting her ribbed top run over Tom’s tip, before she sat upright. Then, in a smooth movement, she rocked back on her heels, stepped around the board and dropped to the floor cross-legged, her skirt folded over her lap.

She smiled over at Tom, still lying on his back, naked and cock waving.

“It’s my turn,” she said, pushing a pawn forward. Tom took a deep breath and rolled over onto his side.

“What happens if you take another piece?” he asked. “It’s not like I’ve got any more clothes to lose.”

She put her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands and looked over at the naked young man in front of her.

“I guess I’ll just have to think of something else.” She looked to one side, reached over and slid open a drawer, pulling out her vibrator. It worked well even through underwear, she knew from experience. “Have you ever used one of these before?”

Tom shook his head and his cock waved.

“Well, I’m sure you can work it out,” she said, enjoying this dazed expression. “It’s your turn, by the way.”

Tom looked at the board and pushed a pawn forward. It was not a good move, Rebecca knew, which wasn’t altogether surprising. They’d soon be back on level terms, though, and then she could think about taking the other rook.