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.

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.

Closing Time

“Are you sure?” Sarah asked me, for probably the third time.

I laughed quietly. “Yes, I’m sure. You haven’t shut up about your date all day! Just promise you’ll tell me all about it tomorrow.”

Sarah nodded. “Of course I will.”

“Just do one thing before you go.” She nodded again. “Walk the floor before you go and let everyone know we’ll be closing in fifteen minutes.”

“Sure thing,” she said. “And thank you.”

I smiled as she scurried off into the heart of the library. I turned back to the stack of books still needing to be checked back in and set to work.

A few minutes later, Sarah returned and informed me that there were only eight people left in the library, and they were all informed of our approaching close. She then asked me yet again if I was really okay with her leaving early. After more reassuring, she finally left to get ready for her date.

Reward

(continued from On The Edge)

so after my first (amazing) night with chad, i wake up next to him in bed. he’s still sleeping so i get up and head out of the bedroom. i look around his kitchen and start making some coffee. then i take another quick shower. i dry off, hang the towel, and head out to get my coffee.

as i’m pouring it, chad comes out. he wraps his arms around me, kisses my neck and says “good morning, beautiful.” i return the embrace as best i can. his hands slid up and cupped my tits. i giggled. “you can’t get enough of them, can you?”

On The Edge

(continued from Billiards)

picking up where we left off, me and chad have just fucked for the first time, and had an amazing time doing it! he’d basically invited me to stay at his place by promising a titfuck in the morning. i accepted and said i needed a shower. he asked me to wait until he was hard again so he could join me. i did some teasing and some dirty talking and got him hard quicker than he expected. i then started walking, completely naked, toward the shower, making sure my ass had a good sway to it. this was a bit difficult as i’d just been fucked hard, so my legs were a bit shaky.