International Relations

Just got this hot little story from chatroom regular Jean Luc! Enjoy! (I know I did!)

After yet another long cold winter in Edmonton, I’ve finally had enough and make the decision to find myself a warmer climate to live in. As I ponder over where to move to, I go online and head to my favorite chatroom. Sadly, there is only me there, and I think to myself “If only I lived in Albuquerque!”. Just then, it hits me that New Mexico is probably pretty damn warm year round and it is home to the most beautiful, sexy woman in the world…you, so right then and there, I make the decision to go after the woman of all my best fantasies!!! The next day, I pack and plan a trip down to scout out the area and see if it’s for me, and hopefully to run into you, but I know that’s a longshot! Still I plan to hit up as many restaurants as I can and see if I get lucky while I’m there. I book my ticket and off I go to fulfill a fantasy many years in the making! Since this trip is last minute, I didn’t really pack much figuring I could buy what I needed when I arrived. So after heading to my hotel and checking in, I head to Uptown Mall since I’ve heard it’s the new place to go! I go looking for some new clothes as I want to really impress you, if and when I do find you, and I find myself in Eddie Bauer looking around, when out of the corner of my eye, I spot an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous woman walking around checking out clothes. I only have a partial side view, but she is wearing a tight t-shirt and I can tell she has amazing tits, and a pair of super tight jeans that make her ass look awfully inviting!! I drop all thoughts of buying clothes and decide to move closer and see more of this vision! As I get closer, she turns her head and my heart almost leaps out of my chest!!! Something tries to leave my pants too, but all in good time! It’s you, Kristen, the one I’ve wanted since day 1!! Wow, your pictures do not do you justice, and they are pretty fucking hot! But in person, OMG!!! You are beyond words my dear……WOW!!!

Please Just Fuck Me

BklynBruzer: Oh yeah? What are you doing tonight?

Kristen: working

Kristen: got about 90 minutes before i have to leave

BklynBruzer: *nuzzles my chin against your neck, stubble lightly scraping it before I whisper in your ear* A lot can happen in 90 minutes

Kristen: *purrs* indeed

BklynBruzer: *bites your earlobe lightly* So what are we gonna make happen?

Kristen: i’m open to suggestion *places hands lightly on your waist*

BklynBruzer: *slides a hand down and grabs your ass, squeezing lightly*

Kristen: *raises a hand to your cheek, turning your face into mine for a long soft sensual kiss*

BklynBruzer: *kisses you back deeply, my hand on your ass as I enjoy the kiss*

Kristen: *tongue lightly tracing your lips*

BklynBruzer: *parts my lips, pulling you tight to me*

Kristen: *holding you at the base of your skull, keeping your lips pressed against mine as my tongue slips past your lips*

BklynBruzer: *kisses you deeper, tracing my left hand up and down your spine as the right grips your ass*

Proposition

When the last of them arrived, I hugged him close, like I did with all the others, and took my seat at the head of the table again. Seven pairs of eyes were glued to me in my jeans and tight gray sweater. Seven guys sat at the table with me, and I’d only met one of them before today. I was nervous, but excited. The guys were nervous, too. They all knew they’d be meeting me today, but they didn’t know anyone else would be there. The restaurant was doing a good amount of lunchtime business,  but not overly crowded. Not much chance of our conversation being overheard unless someone was deliberately eavesdropping. I took a sip from my drink and began.

“Well, boys,” I said, “I’m sorry that I’ve been so silent about everything up until now, but I wanted to get you all here before explaining anything, so I only have to do it once. I’ll cut right to the chase. I know that you all want to fuck me. I’ve already explained to you online that the chances of that actually happening are pretty slim, since I’ve got plenty of guys that I already know who’d fuck me whenever I want. But… I’ve decided to give each of you a chance, but with a catch. You get me today, and today only… and you’re all invited.” I paused to let this sink in. They all looked at each other, unsure of how to process the situation.

Finally, one of them spoke. “You want all of us?”

“Yes.”

“At the same time.”

A deep breath. “Yes.”

A Surprising Turn

(continued from here, with a choice of “agree to help him because he’s sexy and maybe I can try to draw his attention away from his work”)

I smiled back at him, with a bit of a smirk, as I asked, “What do you have in mind?” I rose as I spoke, and took a few steps toward him, my hips rolling. I bit back my frustration as he didn’t seem phased in the least. He started writing on a sheet of paper. I approached the end of the table across from him and leaned over, my hands resting on the table. He finished writing and reached up to hand me the paper, looking up as he did. His eyes locked on my cleavage for a moment, and I smiled.

“If… If you could find these books for me, it would be a big help.”

I took the paper from him and looked it over, not changing my position. “I think I can find these quickly enough,” I said. I glanced up and noticed his eyes back on my cleavage. I turned and walked away, again making sure to sway my hips. I looked back at him as I turned down one of the aisles. He was still watching me.

Discovery

[This is Part 1 of an on-going series.]

He was at the restaurant again that night, watching me as I worked. At least, it felt like he was watching me. It felt that way every time he was there, which was every night for the last week and a half. I was a little nervous about him. This was just a shitty job to get me some extra spending money as I finished up high school. I never thought it would get me a stalker!

It was Monday night, and he was there. The guy wasn’t bad looking. Far from it! Short wavy brown hair, blue eyes, goatee, thin build, probably around 20. Always dressed casually. If it wasn’t for the creep factor, I could go for a guy like that. He’d just sit there most of the night, nibbling away at his food. Something felt different that night, though. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something was different. There’s no way I could’ve known that it would be this night that we’d end up running for our lives. Maybe he knew, but I didn’t.

Happy Birthday, Slave

I want to share with you all another cybersex session I recently had. Again, this one happened in my personal chatroom. It happened completely spontaneously, and pretty surprisingly. This is a rare occasion of no real seduction beforehand, which is especially unique because I wasn’t in a particularly horny mood upon entering the room. I was just stopping by to read up on anything that had happened since my last visit, and to say hi to anyone who happened to be in there. There was one guy in there at the time, who informed me of his recent birthday. He made an immediate move on me and something just clicked, so I went with it…

[the following has been edited, but only slightly… mostly just at the end when other people showed up in the room]

Stubborn Man

(continued from part 1, with a choice of “mystery”)

The guy had close-cropped blonde hair and an intense look in his eyes. He was clean-shaven and square-jawed. He wore a loose-fitting black coat, but his dark gray shirt underneath fit him snugly. His shirt was tucked into black pants with a silver-buckled black leather belt. His black shoes were nice-looking, but more durable than dress shoes. I could only really get a rough idea of his body type, but he seemed to be in good shape, a couple inches taller than me, and absolutely delicious looking!

I smoothed my skirt, adjusted my breasts in my bra,  and rounded the corner again. He was gone! He must’ve moved like a ghost! I was definitely close enough to have heard him. Or was I so lost in the brief rush of thoughts about him ravaging me that I just didn’t notice him leave? Confused, and a little frustrated, I went looking for him.

It didn’t take long for me to find him again. He was sitting at a table a little ways away from where I first spotted him. His briefcase was open on the table, and he had several books scattered around him. He was furiously scribbling away on a notepad, either copying from an open book on the table or referencing it often. I couldn’t tell what book it was, or what it was about, but I could see some of the others he had. There were books on secret societies, rare metals, electronics, and nursery rhymes, as well as a map of southern Europe.