VR Suit II

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, MY NAME IS ALICE. 
hi, alice, my name is woody. is this your first time?
("'Woody', indeed! Why do men always have to brag?" she thought.) 
YES IT IS. DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT MYSELF?
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.

ARE WE ALL SET, THEN?
ready as we'll ever be.
HERE GOES...

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.

DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT PROGRAMMING?
a little; not very much.
WANT TO HELP ME HACK THIS SYSTEM SO WE CAN CONTROL *EACH OTHER'S* 
SUITS?