The Chelmsford Stalker
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I was stalking her. She was 5?5? with light brown hair, eyes that could pierce your soul, an olive complexion, and had just enough meat on her bones to give her 34D breasts justification for being there. She wasn?t an athlete by any stretch of the word. She probably never worked out and had given up on loosing that 10 to 15 lbs that would put her on par with the beauties of her age. For me that was part of her allure. She had that touch of geek in her that after school specials said made you special. Raised on stories about how a person should be ok what with they have.
I was probably stalking her. She was in my training class at work. My name was further down the list on the information sheet so when it was passed around I copied her phone number and email address down. In the old days these were things you?d be able to get from a trusting friend, maybe that same friend would act as an intermediary between us to bring us together. Those were the old days. These days people had all that information shared with the online masses under the guise of anonymity.
I?m not stalking her. I?m helping fate along. Sooner or later we?d have struck up a conversation and get to know each other. It might be a year down the road though. Who sticks with an entry level job that long these days anyway. What if I said the wrong things during the first conversation? I couldn?t mess up my one chance at a first impression. So I look.
I know where she lives. I can?t believe her phone number is a land line. How old fashioned. Who even does that these days? It?s a good sign though. It means she can?t be too clingy. It could also mean she doesn?t have a phone of her own. What if it is a family phone? I check.
She lives with her parents. Still sheltered. The house is registered under her father?s name. So much for a late night visit by her place to surprise her. Her e-mail tells me more. The entire address is usually meaningless. I don?t want to mail her. I want to know her. I find a small gold mine. Live journal, my space, and recent singles posting on CL. The name she used is the same as her AIM and Yahoo! screen names. The profile associated with them is pretty barren but I add her any way. She?ll want to message me after she gets to know me.
After work I scroll though her journal entries and read the comments on a few of them. Some guy seems to have a thing for her but he is states away. He doesn?t even count as competition. Her my space photos are mostly of her in doors. I think it?s her room because of how messy it looks in the background. The journal covers only the last year. I know her likes and dislikes, I know her favorite movies, bands, and books. With every little bit of information I read about her I find my expectations growing instead of being let down. All I need to do is set up the perfect first meeting.
She likes the arcade in the mall close to our work. I buy a card to the arcade and carry it with me where ever I go. She noticed.
?Isn?t that to the Full Tilt just down the street?? she asked.
?Yea,? my mouth goes dry and for a moment all I can see are her searching eyes. What does she know about me? Does she have a tracker to see who visit?s the sites? Does she know? What if she knows? She?ll think I?m some kind of freak. I need to say something.
?I go over there every so often and try to get a high score on the change machine but the highest I can get is 4 tokens for a dollar.? Did she smile at that? Why does she look confused? This isn?t how it was suppose to go. I was suppose to complement her.
?Tokens? You?re holding a token card in your hand? What are you talking about?? she said. Her head tilted a bit as if viewing me at a different angle might straighten me out.
?Your shirt looks good.? God, I might as well say I was staring at her breasts. I should have looked. I might have seen that she was wearing a plain black t- shirt. The words that saved me came to me almost unnaturally. ?Is the logo in ultra violet or some other spectrum not visible to the human eye??
She laughs. The world continues to turn. I can breath again.
?Plain black. They were on sale at Wal-Mart and I think even they are too cheep to brand colors. I?m sure if you look close enough at the tag it might say owned by crayola.? She nodded to my card. ?What kind of games do you like??
I was in. I knew the right answers. I even put in an extra one that I did like but wasn?t on her own list. Break was soon over and I had made my first impression. We really were destined for each other. That night I couldn?t get her out of my mind. I went to my computer and pulled up a picture of her. I watched her, wondering what she was doing in her room, and if she was thinking of me. I saw on my messenger she was online but she had yet to give me her screen name in person. I checked to see if she was in a chat and found myself in a role playing room. I worked feverishly to create a new screen name and then messaged her.
Citizen23: You like to role play?
Geekongreek3: Sometimes. It?s a nice escape from the world. I sometimes wish I had been born back when the world was still new.
Citizen23: Why?
Geekongreek3: Everything was out there to be discovered. Being a traveler was a real profession. Fighting the good fight and slaying the dragons.
Citizen23: I don?t remember seeing dragons in the history books.
Geekongreek3: If I get to dream about the unreal I get to make the rules.
Citizen23: Is that what you like to rp?
Citizen23: Before there was technology?
Geekongreek3: So much more than that. The fun of being swept off my feet and the attention? It?s like being the center of your very own little world. No consequences, no responsibilities, and if someone pisses you off it?s instant iggy.
Geekongreek3: I can really cut loose and do things in RP that would scare the hell out of me in real life.
Citizen23: Like what?
Geekongreek3: What do you think?
Citizen23: Your profile says you?re 21. You probably go out at night and sow your wild oats and then come online to be the straight laced girl no one would expect.
Geekongreek3: yes, except everything backwards.
Geekongreek3: It?s much safer to sow my wild oats online and be the girl my parents want me to be irl.
Citizen23: *grins* Oh you?re a wild girl online? I find it hard to believe.
Geekongreek3: Maybe for you, but I can get pretty wild and kinky under the stars of a pre electronic age. Back when they still allowed user rooms I was a queen of group play.
Citizen23: Group play? What kind of stuff are you into?
I had to get up and walk away from the computer. I had a hard on that could pound nails and I was talking to the wild side of the girl of my dreams. I didn?t even have to close my eyes to envision her naked at the keyboard. Maybe she had a laptop she took to bed with her so she could stay under the covers. My messenger buzzed to catch my attention. I had to scroll up to read from the top.
Geekongreek3: Well orgies of course.
Geekongreek3: I like bites and scratches.
Geekongreek3: Whips and chains. Handcuffs and scarves. Candles and wax.
Geekongreek3: A little master and slave. I don?t like to be Dom.
Geekongreek3: Some times if I feel real kinky I let the BDSM get heavy.
Geekongreek3: Are you there?
Geekongreek3: Did I scare you off with talk about pain?
Geekongreek3: BUZZ
I mute the volume on my computer and hit the space bar to show typing while I tried to think of what to say.
Citizen23: Sounds like the American dream. *grin*
Geekongreek3: Maybe not that of every American but something about being totally dominated just gets me excited.
Citizen23: You want it to happen in real life?
Geekongreek3: Probably not. It is really scary.
Geekongreek3: But I do have one fantasy?
Citizen23: *Rubs your shoulders* Do tell.
Geekongreek3: Mmmm that feels nice
Geekongreek3: Sometimes when I am alone with the shower head in my bathroom I have these really dark fantasies.
Citizen23: *slowly nibbles on your neck* What happens?
Geekongreek3: *Shivers* I am spread eagle in a room. My body is pierced. Tits, clit, lip, belly, ears, nose, and everything. All of it pierced.
Citizen23: *nibbles on your ear* Then what happens?
Geekongreek3: Ohhhhh that?s my secret spot.
Geekongreek3: I struggle against the bonds. I lift my head just enough to see a mirror so I can see the new metal going though me? and the words written on me.
Citizen23: Someone wrote words on you? What did it say? *pulls your shirt over your head to rub your bare back*
Geekongreek3: *I raise my arms to help* On my body is every screen name I ever let fuck me. I can?t see them clearly enough to make them out but I know. My darkest fantasy is about my online past catching up to me.
Citizen23: *hands slide down to your ass and start massaging your perfect rear* But that sound?s lonely? someone has to be there. Who tied you down?
Geekongreek3: Someone is there with me. I can?t see who he is but I know him. He is my master, my keeper, my punisher, and my lover.
Citizen23: *spreads your legs as I pull your clothes off* Sounds like you really want that to happen.
Geekongreek3: *arches my butt off the bed to help* Never. It?s so forbidden because if someone ever found out I?d die on the spot. Someone like that would have complete control of my life.
Citizen23: *runs a finger along your slit and brings the tip to my mouth to lick* Is that so bad?
Geekongreek3: *moans softly* I have a job. I want to move out of my house. I don?t really have a plan but I know what I want? I can?t have some guy come along and ruin all that. It?s too final to ever happen.
Citizen23: *continues to rub your slit and occasionally your clit* True. You wouldn?t want a guy to torture you and remind you of all the dirty acts you?ve done.
Geekongreek3: *grinds my hips against your fingers* Now you are just trying to get me worked up.
Geekongreek3: It?s working.
Citizen23: *slowly slides a finger inside of you* Well it does feel rather wet. What would your master think if he had to add another name to your body? Would you have the space?
Geekongreek3: *Whimpers loudly* stop or you will make me cum before you even fuck me. *pulls on your shirt*
Citizen23: *I work my finger faster in your pussy* Now now? who said you could cum? Would your master let you get off so easily?
Geekongreek3: Mmmph! Can I please cum? I promise to be a good girl the rest of the day. Just let me cum. I need to cum or I?ll scream and wake everyone up.
Citizen23: *squeezes your clit between my thumb and forefinger* On one condition.
Geekongreek3: *lets out a small cry* Anything! Beat me! Cut me! Rape me! Just let me cum!
Citizen23: You have to go with out a bra for 24 hours. I will know if you cheat.
Geekongreek3: *whimpers and I bite my lower lip* But I have D cups. Everyone will know I?m not wearing a bra at work. Please let me wear a bra at work. I?ll wear clothes pins at home to make up. Please?
Citizen23: No. Do as I say and no cumming till then. Wear a loose shirt and maybe no one will notice.
I had to sign off. I was sweating already with the very thought of it. My cock throbbed in my hand and I knew I had to find a tissue fast or else I?d be cupping it in my hand until I could dispose of it. When I turned back to the computer I saw I had an email:
Your worthless slut will do as you say. Thank you for knowing how to handle this cyber whore.
-Geekongreek3
I came in my hand.
The next day I made it a point to go by her desk and I could tell by the hard nipples pressing against her dark blue shirt that she was indeed braless. I was playing with my game card as I was talking to her and let it fall from my hand. I watched the over sized shirt give me an unobstructed view of her breasts. The outline was dark but I could clearly see her nipples on the end of each heavenly melon. I saw her looking at me and knew she had seen me look. She blushed a deep red and didn?t say a word about it. She handed me the game card and I went back to my desk.
At home I beat off twice before signing online. I was flooded with her messages.
Geekongreek3: Someone saw! I know he must have seen! He probably thinks I?m a slut.
Geekongreek3: The girls kept whispering behind my back.
Geekongreek3: How could I let someone so dorky see? No one?s ever seen them before!
Geekongreek3: Can your slut cum now?
Geekongreek3: I keep thinking of how it felt when he saw.
Geekongreek3: I?m soaking through my jeans.
Geekongreek3: Can I cum now?
I grew harder as I scrolled though each offline message. There were several others but her window popped up before I could get to them.
Geekongreek3: I?m officially a slut now. A guy?s seen my breasts. Let this slut cum. Please!
Citizen23: Who saw them?
Geekongreek3: *groans* A guy at work. He?s ok but I barely know him. It?s so hard to talk to people and now he?ll probably ever think about are my breasts.
Citizen23: Are you close?
Geekongreek3: *Whimpers and nods* Yes? every time I think of work now I feel his eyes crawling over me, wanting me. This whore is so fucking wet. Can I cum?
Citizen23: It hasn?t been 24 hours.
Geekongreek3: I can?t hold out. I?ll take what ever punishment you give.
Citizen23: Ok, you must call up this guy who saw your breasts and let him hear you cum all over your fingers. *licks your fingers*
Geekongreek3: No he?ll know it?s me!
Citizen23: How? Osmosis? Does he have your number? All he?ll hear is a slut so horny she will do anything to cum.
Geekongreek3: I don?t have his phone number. Why can?t I call you?
Citizen23: You will have to find a way to get his number. *Licks your neck* Besides if you called me it wouldn?t be half as humiliating and you wouldn?t cum nearly as hard.
Geekongreek3: Yes sir.
She signed off. I wanted to give her my number but it was too soon. She might connect me with Citizen23. I sat back and slowly stroked myself as I worked my way towards a third orgasm. With in 6 minutes I got a call from a private number. I picked up the phone and hit the talk button.
?Hello?? I said.
She didn?t have the phone in her hands. I could hear the bed springs in the background and her heavy breaths were a bit distant. I could hear the squishy sound of what must be her fingers working on her desperate pussy.
?Hello?? I didn?t expect an answer.
What I got was a deep guttural surge of primal sound. The squishing stopped and the sounds that escaped her lips became even lower and longer as the springs of the bed shook hard. There was a moment of silence before I could hear her heavy laboring breaths resume. I was barely able to click the phone off before I came. Arched over the keyboard with a hand cupped over my cock to keep the seed from going to far, I waited. Minutes passed before I saw her sign back on and explain how she needed to get a towel to clean up the mess.
Geekongreek3: What is your next command, Master?
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