The Girl Next Door

[Miltone]

Sometimes you may think you know a person and who they are, but how many times have you been surprised by what you find when you truly get to know someone …

This is a closed thread for Spiritual Love and Yours Truly. Please feel free to read along as we spin an erotic tale of discovery…

Eric Strack sat confidently on the bar chair as he looked down along the sleek mahogany bar of the Local Brew Company. He grinned upon glancing at the empty chair beside him, vacated for just a few minutes by the sweetest, sexiest girl he had dated in a month. Her supple leather jacket was draped over the seat back and her half-filled Cosmo sat on the cushy cocktail napkin awaiting her return. Veronica Taylor was every bit of five feet ten inches of blue-eyed blonde beauty. The high-rounded cheekbones, the dazzlingly perfect smile, the sweet dimples when she smiled, and a body mortal men only dream of all broadened his grin.

He had met her during a photo shoot for Dymazon, an important big client of the ad agency for which he worked. He and another copywriter had come up with a new ad program for their Dymazon’s new lycra-like fabric that would feature a pretty model in various outfits from string bikinis to executive women’s wear. When Veronica walked through the door, Eric knew that she would look gorgeous in everything in which they dressed her. And now that the shoot had been wrapped up and the ad campaign was ready to run, Eric sat smugly thinking of what it will be like to undress her.

Their date had gone so well, dinner at Cabot’s, dancing at the Sixth Street Ballroom, and now a nightcap at the Local Brew. Eric was feeling so confident, not like the last date he had had with pretty model. This time he had remembered his best jokes and Veronica had laughed so sweetly. Since she didn’t know how to speak French, he had ordered dinner for her and she seemed impressed. They had fast danced with great energy, and slow danced very romantically. He knew that her place wasn’t far away and thoughts of what would happen next danced in his head.

Then he saw her stroll from the restroom, her tall slender body sheathed in a silk dress of light blue that matched her eyes perfectly. Her hair was freshly brushed and buoyant, her firm round breasts bobbing ever so slightly beneath the sleek fabric of her dress. Oh, yes! Eric thought as he felt a sexy tingle spread from his belly to his thighs and chest. Oh, god, yes! Veronica slipped back onto her bar chair and smiled at him.

“So?” Eric said, sipping his Johnny Walker Black.

“So,” she answered, lifting her Cosmo and drinking.

“So what are you up for doing now?” he asked, keeping his voice deep and low.

“Actually, I’d like you to take me home,” she said finishing her drink.

“I can do that,” he said downing the last of his Johnny W and trying to suppress his eagerness.

“You know, this has been really nice,” she said slipping a long slender arm into her jacket. Eric stood and took hold of the jacket to help her. “Thanks,” she said with a polite little smile. “You are a really great guy, cute and funny,” she said standing beside him. “But you know, I’m not sure that anything will come of this.”

“What? What do you mean?” he asked.

“You’re really nice, but I …” She paused. “I just don’t feel any sparks, you know. No electricity.”

“But, I thought …” he stammered. “Doesn’t cute and funny count for something?”

“Eric. My brother is cute and funny but that doesn’t mean I’ll sleep with him,” she said, smiling politely. “I just don’t want to give you the wrong idea.”

She hadn’t. He had given himself a few ideas, but as he felt his heart sink in his chest, Eric smiled and took her arm. “Then I’ll take you home.” He did and got a quick smooch on his cheek from her.

“Don’t bother getting out,” she said before slipping from his car toward her building. “I’m glad you understand, Eric. Good luck!”

And then she was gone. Oh sure, he watched her every step up to the apartment building doorway and waited a few moments more before pulling away, feeling his heart fall apart as it sank deeper into his gut. Fuck! Shit, fuck, and god-dammed! What's wrong with chicks nowadays? What's wrong with me? They say they want a certain someone, but when they find him, they decide they don't want him. Fuck!

He smacked the steering wheel sharply as he screeched the tires going into third gear. Maybe he should have ordered that extra drink instead of trying to keep sober … just in case. No matter, there was a bottle waiting for him at home. And he poured a tall one, light on the ice.

On his way to the couch he stopped at his desk and decided to check his email. What the hell? He thought as he sat and jiggled the mouse to wake up his laptop. Maybe his partner Doug sent him an update on the final details of their campaign. Or maybe not. Look at all this crap! Viagra free samples—delete! Penis patches—delete! Online pharmaceuticals—delete! Cheap mortgage refinancing—delete! Hot sorority girls taking big black cocks up their asses—delete!! Just what interested him tonight!

As he went down the list deleting left and right, he paused, thinking that the sender of the message he had just jettisoned looked familiar. Was that Doug’s address? Shit! He went to the deleted items folder and scrolled through until he saw what had caught his eye. Nah, it wasn’t him. He took a sip of Johnny W and clicked back to the inbox but a pop up appeared. Damn! He pressed Alt F4 and another one appeared. “Fuck, I hate this!” he said aloud as he pressed Alt F4 several times as the popups persisted. Then they suddenly stopped and he cleared them until the last one was crowding his display. There was a picture of a sexy girl who looked more than a little like Veronica wearing a sweet smile and a black lacy baby doll outfit. “Talk to a live nude girl now for free! No membership charges, ever!” proclaimed the flashing text. “Yeah, right!” Eric said out loud but then he laughed. “What the fuck!”

He clicked on the go button and a grid filled up with pictures of the girls captioned by their names. Enchantra, SexyCharlotte, Exxtasy, DreamGirl, Jazzmin, Alexandrah, Cherie, SexyPrincess, lots of Sexy(fill in the blank)s … they all looked hot in the thumbnails pictures. Jazzmin, a smoldering redhead, looked very sexy, so he clicked on her image. Nah, kind of chubby and cheap whorish makeup. How about Cherie, a sweet little blonde? Oh my god, he thought when she showed up live. Bony with small saggy tits, and ill fitting undies. This is sick, Eric thought, I’m not going to waste my time with this shit.

Then he noticed SexyPrincess’s picture. An exotic looking brunette (or was that red hair?) with ice blue eyes. Just one more, he thought, clicked on her icon and her image popped onto his screen. She was sprawled across a deep maroon satin bed sheet wearing a very sexy black lace bra and g-string with lace top thigh highs and heels and a keyboard resting nearby. Now this is more like it! Eric thought. Her long hair was cascading over her shoulders and she tapped at her keyboard. He began to read the chat box.

LongThickMan: show me your tits pleeeeezzzzzzzzzzzz!
HornyGuy68: i think i love you
FetishDude: u have white panty pleees white panty!!!!!!!
SexyPrincess: show me your wallet, Thick
FetishDude: white panty!!!! white panty!!!!!
SexyPrincess: Do you have something against black, Fetish? What’s wrong with these?

Then SexyPrincess glided her hand down over her belly, her fingers disappearing underneath the sheer black lace of her panty. She looked directly at the camera and Eric felt a twinge of arousal. There was something in the look of her ice blue eyes, in her sultry sexy smile, in the way her breasts nearly overflowed the tiny bra, in the way she touched herself that grabbed him. Oh my god! He thought. This girl is beautiful! What the fuck is she doing on a website like this? She was a lovely natural beauty with the clearest smoothest creamy skin and what looked like a nice overall tan. She should be modeling or in the movies or something!

KidRock: hey, baby! show mee ur asss!
SexyPrincess: Where were you a minute ago, Kid? I was on all fours, hon
KidRock: cume on! just one peake at ur ass and i’ll by a privte show!
SexyPrincess: You can do better than that, Kid, use your imagination and try typing with both hands

Then Eric decided to type something. He felt nervous as he typed and had to correct three mistakes before pressing the Enter key.

Guest15815: hello sexyprincess! how are you feeling tonight?
HornyGuy68: lol fresh meat princess!
SexyPrincess: hello Guest … I’m feeling great ; ) welcome to my room!!
FetishDude: white panty!!!! white panty!!!! white panty!!!!! ppppplllleeeezzzzzz!!!!!!
Swifty: hello baby!!

SexyPrincess smiled broadly and sat up. She brushed her hair back and fluffed it out sensuously. The way she moved changed the lighting on her enough to show off the auburn highlights of her hair. This time the picture didn't lie. She was gorgeous!

SexyPrincess: Hello Jim! I’ve missed you!!
Swifty: not for long baby!!

She began to type and looked at the camera, tilting her head to the side, letting her long dark hair fall over her shoulder and tumble down to cover over her breast. My god, this girl is beautiful! Eric thought. Oh my god! Then the window showing her webcam shrank down to half sized and grew a little fuzzy. What the fuck? Just my luck for my system to fuck up right now!

HornyGuy68: oh boy! private time! must be swifty again … he’s in love with her
GuyHouston: yeah! he spends tokens on her like he’s a millionaire!
HornyGuy68: a fool and his money … lol
GuyHouston: a girl has to eat you know, hornyguy
HornyGuy68: well, she is the best
GuyHouston: u got that right!

While the other chatters carried on their own little conversation, Eric sipped his Johnny W and sat and watched as SexyPrincess chatted for a minute or two. Then she began to do a slow sexy strip tease, taking her time to show off her body. Watching as she stripped away her flimsy little bra and revealed her perfect natural breasts and teased her nipples erect, Eric felt his body respond, growing warm while his cock grew hard. He squinted at his laptop screen and watched as she continued, with her hands moving to down to fiddle with her g-string, pulling it taut against her mound. Jesus! Why can’t I meet a girl like this?

 

[spiritual_love]

Kellie Andrews mindlessly wandered through her apartment. Boredom had set in. It was about nine o’clock Tuesday evening. Nothing was on television. Her friends had invited her to the movies, but Kellie had declined, not wanting to spend another evening gazing at a big screen with all the beautiful starlets. She rolled her blue eyes.

What made them so great anyway? Being utterly perfect in all ways and being worshipped by the masses of society, perhaps? Kellie’s lips curled into a smirk as she looked at her reflection in a mirror upon the wall.

Definitely not one of the beautiful ones.

Dark auburn locks were pulled back into a messy ponytail at the nape of her neck, tendrils of hair sprung out around her face in corkscrew patterns. The dimmed light within the hall cast an unflattering gray gaze over her flesh, well, what was visible of it. Large, fuzzy slippers complete with white monster claws adorned her feet. Topping off the ultra chic outfit were a pair of oversized yellow sweatpants and a tee shirt emblazoned with a red heart screaming, “Virginia is for lovers.” A pair of tortoise shelled rimmed glasses sat perched atop the bridge of a pert little nose. That nose probably being the only redeeming quality of herself, well at least she thought that way. There were always the, “You’d be so pretty if you’d do this….or that….” Kellie wasn’t interested in doing this or that; she was merely interested in doing her job and…well…nothing else really.

Rolling her eyes once again before all the self defeating thoughts came charging forward, she turned from the mirror and padded into her bedroom. She adored room. Unfortunately as a full time bank teller, she didn’t have a salary that allowed her much luxury, but what she could afford furnished the bedroom. The overwhelming color within the room was a rich, dark maroon. It was further accented by the flickering of various candles on shelves, on the bureau, atop the armoire. She loved candlelight. There was just something so comforting, warm, and romantic about it. Though she hadn’t had someone to share the “romantic” part with in over a year, no one seemed interested in the mousy little girl. Her last boyfriend had only been interested until he found someone better. To make matters worse they both worked in the same bank as her. Kellie wanted to gag every time she saw them together, yet she knew she was better off without him. She guessed it was the loneliness beginning to set in that made her regretful.

Kellie slid onto the bed and fired up her laptop. Her fingers aimlessly typed upon the keys, just surfing the net. Doing a little window shopping upon the internet sites, longing for things, she probably could never afford.

Click…click..click…

Site after site passed by, finally she settled upon a women’s lingerie shop.

Trashy Lingerie? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before.

She guided the pointer along the window, checking out the website. Kellie didn’t have any particular reason to purchase lingerie. No boyfriend, no casual lover. No reason to dress up in the luxurious night wear. Even if she did, who wanted to see her dumpy self in them? She was no where close to model perfection or the sexy centerfolds that men seemed to lust after.

Live girls now!!!

Oh, God…not tonight. Damn, popups.

They made her feel so guilty. As if she had viewed some site and suddenly opened a wealth of porn ads, sex chat rooms, etc. Kellie fingers began to ache as she continued to close the various screens. Frustrated, she exhaled deeply, rustling the puff of hair clouding her glasses. There’s no way I can battle these ads.

Live girls now!!!

Damn, again!

Yet, this time, Kellie didn’t close the window, upon instinct she clicked the button to open up the site. Her eyes scanned upon the page, simple enough, chat with girls with web cams. How could they do this? A sweep of confusion glided upon her features as she looked over the girls. They were wearing provocative clothing or no clothing at all! But what she did notice was that they were not perfect. One was quite pudgy, another’s breasts weren’t exactly sitting high, yet they were advertising themselves like they were goddesses of sex! Kellie couldn’t help but laugh. If these girls could do this, then I know for a fact I could. As soon as she thought it her world seemed to stop.

Well….why not?

A thousand reasons began to pop within her mind, what if someone she knew who she was, what if she were laughed at, what if..what if..what if…. Kellie shoke her head furiously attempting to clear the negative thoughts. It was anonymous enough. No one really knew her or paid that much attention to her. She was nondescript, unnoticeable.

While her thoughts raged, Kellie’s fingers had already begun to work. She typed in the necessary information to sign up. Suddenly her stomach began to twist with butterflies, nervousness crept through her veins. She could always disappear. There were no financial commitments, no contracts. Merely, girls with cams who wanted to be watched. Yet even as her doubts raged, her excitement began to churn wildly.

Hesitantly, she rose from her bed, set up the cam within the room. She looked at herself in the mirror. Oh, I need something sexier to wear. I don’t have anything! Kellie raced to the bureau, fumbling through the countless parts of “sensible” panties and bras. Nothing racy like the other girls had. She settled for a sheer pair of panties along with a white bra. It would have to do. Maybe she could attempt to pass herself off as the naughty innocent girl. She crawled onto her bed. Staring at the computer screen and then at the cam set up. Her heart leaped as she leaned forward upon the bed, fingers typing in her user name.

SexyPrincess.

 

[Miltone]

OOC: To facilitate telling the background story of SexyPrincess, I’ll be taking the role of another chatroom maven for the next post or two.

IC: GuyHouston

It was a boring night like most others, no decent sporting events TV, a bunch of reruns and boring chick shows, so Guy sat down to his computer and began to surf. He checked out his favorite sites, getting a few laughs and a couple of thrills in the process. Of course, he ended up at Live Girls Now! Maybe it was a strange practice to hang out there, check out the girls and chat with the two or three that had become his favorites. He couldn't really spare the five bucks a minute to spend on chatting privately with any of them, but it was sometimes fun to chat with the girls for free, and, in a weird way, it was sort of good practice for when he had an actual date. Besides, it was always worth a few yuks to see how stupid some of the other guys were with their begging and whining.

Clicking through to the membership page, he watched as the pics of the girls who were online flashed onto his screen, Rosette, DreamGirl, BluLove, SabrinaX, Kiaraa, HeatFantasy, XXBeautyXX, 42DDMelons, DarkAngel, WetAmber, SexyPrincess … hmmm, this last one was new and, smelling fresh meat, he clicked on her image. Huh, a nice looking brunette with curly hair and a pretty decent body, wearing a plain white bra and sheer white panties, lying on her belly typing on the keyboard just off screen. The background looked pretty exotic though, with deep lush romantic colors, almost like a movie set. As she typed and looked back up to the screen, she smiled, a sweet sexy smile that instantly caught his eye so he began to type.

GuyHouston: hell-ooo, princess
SexyPrincess: hello Guy
GuyHouston: you’re new aren’t you?
SexyPrincess: yes this is my first night
GuyHouston: you are looking lovely tonight
SexyPrincess: thank you, Guy
GuyHouston: so how do you like it so far?
SexyPrincess: I dunno … seems like fun I guess
GuyHouston: so where are you located?
SexyPrincess: umm, not supposed to say
GuyHouston: come on, you can tell me
SexyPrincess: that’s against the rules
GuyHouston: i won’t tell anyone … where are you from?
SexyPrincess: from heaven
GuyHouston: lol nice answer … you look like it and god must be bummed out … you’re very pretty
SexyPrincess: thank you

And so the next few minutes progressed. Several other guys logged on and began to chat, many asking her the same repetitive questions, her age and location mostly, and then asking her to show off her tits, ass, and pussy mostly and a few her feet, or asking her to finger herself, or about her favorite sexual position. She seemed hesitant and shy, and more than a little put off by the nature of some of the questions and the unfeeling attitude of the chatters.

Xavier: show me tits
SexyPrincess: you know the rules, show me respect
Xavier: show me tits!!!!
SexyPrincess: show me respect, show yourself respect
Xavier: show meeeee tiiitttsss!!!
SexyPrincess: Show me tokens, I show you everything!
Xavier: tits!!! tits!!! tits!!!! tiiiiiiiiittttttssss!!!!
SexyPrincess: idiottttttttt!!!!!!!!

Guy decided to enter into the fray.

GuyHouston: hey guys, give the lady a little respect
SexyPrincess: thank you, Guy
GuyHouston: np, some guys have no class
SexyPrincess: too bad for them, can’t they see that I am worth it

Guy saw the little smile on her face as she looked back to the camera and rolled onto her side. He liked the way she filled her bra and the curves that lead down to the sheer panties.

GuyHouston: you certainly are worth it
SexyPrincess: so who is interested in seeing more?
JustMe: show me feet plzzzzzz!
SexyPrincess: don’t you want to see more than my feet, honey?
GuyHouston: hmmm, you make it sound pretty interesting, princess
SexyPrincess: you seem like a nice enough guy, I would make it more than interesting
GuyHouston: hmmm
JustMe: feets plzzzz
JustMe: show feet and i take you private
GuyHouston: don’t listen to him, princess, promises, promises
SexyPrincess: lol, Guy, so I’ve heard
Xavier: tits, pleaazzzzzzz just one peak ok????
SexyPrincess: no Xav not here

Guy felt sorry for the cute girl on her first night, so he thought, maybe this would be fun. So he anteed up and bought some tokens, enough for maybe a twenty minute show and clicked through to where her webcam image was doubled in size and he could talk with her privately. She seemed excited to see someone purchase a private show, but looked more than a little nervous, waiting to see what he would do.

GuyHouston: hello
SexyPrincess: Hi
GuyHouston: I wanted to spare you for a while from the beggars
SexyPrincess: that’s okay … so what do you want me to do?
GuyHouston: what are you up to doing?
SexyPrincess: I don’t know … this is my first time
SexyPrincess: hehe
GuyHouston: hmmm, a virgin!
SexyPrincess: yeah! hehe
GuyHouston: why don’t you put on some music, something you like, something that you can move to

She scampered off the bed and disappeared for a moment only to return smiling.

SexyPrincess: that helps, thank you ... so is that your real name?
GuyHouston: Guy is my real name and I live in Houston … what’s yours?
SexyPrincess: SexyPrincess
SexyPrincess: what did you think?
GuyHouston: lol … I deserved that … so why don’t you make yourself comfortable?
SexyPrincess: I’m lying on my bed, that’s pretty comfortable
GuyHouston: but you are wearing those tight confining underthings
SexyPrincess: oh, yeah … hehe

He watched as she knelt up on the bed and reached around very matter-of-factly to unhook her bra.

GuyHouston: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Not so fast!
SexyPrincess: oh, okay
GuyHouston: try it slow and sexy, okay?
SexyPrincess: um, right, like a strip tease?
GuyHouston: yeah, just like that

Guy looked on as she began to run her hands over her body. At first she seemed uncomfortable with touching herself. Maybe she was a real-life virgin too. But as she continued, moving her hands over her breasts, then down over her tummy and belly and around to her butt, she seemed to relax and get into it.

She began to play with her bra, slipping the straps down over her shoulders, fondling her breasts through the cups, tossing her hair over her back. With each movement, she seemed to grow sexier, bolder, and more excited. If he wasn’t mistaken, he could see the tips of her breasts begin to show through the cups of her bra. Guy typed in his encouragement and each comment seemed to incite her to become bolder.

GuyHouston: that’s it! very sexy!
GuyHouston: Mmmm, very sexy!
GuyHouston: take your time Princess … take your time ….

He rubbed a hand over his crotch and felt his cock growing firm inside his jeans. “Gonna have to do something about this,” he said aloud to himself, pulling at his zipper. Just then she began to lean forward, her breasts nearly overflowing her bra and reached behind her back. She looked into the camera and licked her lips. “Oh fuck! This is going to be fun!” he said to himself as he pulled his jeans open and took his cock into his hand.

GuyHouston: oh fuck baby!

She paused to type with her bra still fastened but nearly falling away from her body.

SexyPrincess: you like?
GuyHouston: mmm, don’t stop, honey, you’re beautiful!!!!!

 

[spiritual_love]

Jumping into the present....*smiles*

Kellie stood, poised before the mirror, her hands smoothing over the dark navy jacket of her suit. She always word dark suits, either navy or black. Nothing dramatic or fadish like some of her coworkers. She stuck to the good ole classics. Her hands lifted to adjust the collar of her crisp white shirt making sure it was perfect. She gaze a spritz of perfume to the pale flesh of hte throat and a little upon her wrists and the pulse points of her neck. One thing Kellie did love was expensive perfume. It made her feel daring in a secretive way. Her tortoise shell rimmed glasses perched primly upon her nose as she finished pinning the lustrous dark auburn tresses into a tight chignon at the nape of her neck. Finally, her pantyhosed feet tucked into the comfort of the matching navy heels and she was ready to go. Kellie your friendly neighborhood bank teller was born.

Kellie hurried out of the apartment, locking the door behind her she made her way towards the elevator at the end of the hall. It was very quiet during the morning hours. The apartment building didn't house very many. A few career minded single people, a pair of older individuals, and only one family of three. Kelly could tell you the name of her neighbours, occupations, much of their life history, but veyr few of them knew much about Kellie. She was the polite, well mannered girl who worked at the bank two blocks from the apartment. The majority of the banked with her company.

She passed the door on her right as she walked.

Mr. Arnold Lewis. Real estate agent. He had moved in six months ago after he and his wife divorced. Real sweet gentleman.

On the left...

Mr. Charles and Annie Mae Carter. They were high school sweethearts, on the verge of celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. They invited Kellie over to dinner at least once a month.

On the right again..

Milan Sanchez. Jetsetting model. She kept the apartment just to have a place to crash for a day or two between jobs. Kellie and Milan were actually "friends". Yet it was a clearly onesided friendship, Kellie taking car of Milan's place while she was travelling.

Eric Strack. Big time advertising guy. He was always polite and kind when they came across each other in the hall. Kellie thought he would make a good guy for Milan.

Finally she made it to the elevator, fingers finding the down button. Waiting for the arrival of the elevator, she sighed softly contemplating her day.

 

[Miltone]

Eric Strack

Still in a fog from the night before, Eric stumbled out from his apartment toward the elevator. He was already running late for his breakfast meeting with his contact from St. Claire Industries. He had almost turned the corner by the elevator when he realized that he had forgotten the file he had thrown together to prep for the meeting.

Damn! He ran back to his apartment and retrieved the file. Fuck! Now I’m another two minutes late! That’s what I get for staying up so late watching some beautiful young woman masturbate online! What a fool! With a chuckle, he hustled to the elevator and still couldn’t wash the image of SexyPrincess from his mind. He had been mesmerized by the sensuous and erotic way she had touched herself and had grown so intensely aroused from watching her. Even his dreams had been filled with erotic flashes of her.

He rounded the corner and stepped up to the elevator. There was … oh, what’s her name … the Bank Girl … Kellie, yeah, that’s her name. He remembered seeing her nameplate by the window a few times when he had banked his paycheck, but always thought of her as the Bank Girl. She looked so ... so ... so plain, always dressing so ordinarily, with her hair pulled back severely and the big eyeglasses. Not like her girl friend from the same floor of their building that he had seen her hanging out with, that hot model chick, Milan, and certainly not like SexyPrincess.

“Hi,” he said when she glanced over at him. He reached out and pressed the down button even though it was already lit. Stepping away from the door, he thought again about SexyPrincess and remembered the sensuous way she licked her lips and slipped her hand inside her panties. I’ll bet the guys are all over her in real life. And oh, the things I would do to that sexy body of hers!

“Hi,” the Bank Girl answered softly. “Why do people always do that?”

“Huh?” Eric said, tugged out of his dream by her question. “Sorry, I’m sort of distracted this morning. What did you say?”

“I asked why people always press the button even though it’s already lit.” She smiled at him shyly.

“I dunno,” he replied with a nervous laugh. “Force of habit or something. Just want to make sure it’s pressed all the way.” He saw the way she looked at him, probably thinking the worst of him. Oh well, it’s not like he was really interested in her. He pictured her coming home and slipping into a big fuzzy bathrobe and furry bunny slippers and curling up with a thick self-help book. Not like Milan or SexyPrincess.

The bell rang and the elevator door opened. Eric reached in and held the door back politely so that she could pass inside. An older woman moved to the back corner as the Bank Girl and he got in. They stood silently side-by-side as the door closed and they began to descend. The older woman was grinning in their direction, obviously misunderstanding the situation.

He became aware that the Bank Girl was glancing at him from the corner of her eye and when he returned the glance she smiled weakly. He took a deep breath. At least her perfume wasn't frumpy; it had a very lush expensive scent, certainly not an old lady perfume like the old gal in the corner was wearing.

The elevator car slowed and stopped at the ground floor. Again, he reached his arm through and held the door open so that the ladies could exit safely. He felt the Bank Girl brush against his arm as she moved past, mouthing a soft, “Thank you.” Then he moved out himself and followed the two women through the lobby and out the front door.

“Would you like me to call for your car, Mr. Strack?” the doorman called out to Eric.

“No, thanks, Leonard.” Eric replied. “I’m meeting a client at Strumpet’s over on 52nd street for breakfast. That’s only a couple of blocks and close enough to walk.”

“A ‘power breakfast’ again this morning, sir?” Leonard inquired with a straight face. “Third time this week.”

“Of course … what else?” Eric answered with a hearty laugh.

“Just be careful of the hi-carbs,” Leonard warned. “Very out of fashion these days!”

Eric laughed again and turned in the direction of the restaurant. At the crosswalk, he found himself standing beside the Bank Girl again. Then he realized that Strumpet’s was in the same block as her bank. What a coincidence. Oh well, it was a beautiful morning out and he had visions of a beautiful girl dancing in his mind, and he hoped to have them there all day.

 

[Miltone]

OOC: Just a quick note to Spirit ... Since your mailbox has been filled for a while, Sweetheart, I'll post my message here. Whenever you have time to post again, I'll be ready to take things up where we left off!

 

[spiritual_love]

Wonderful..wonderful wonderfu1! I've been so incredibly busy...

I'll get you a post tomorrow as soon as possible. Thank you for hanging in there with me..

spirit

 

[spiritual_love]

Fumbling through a few items within her purse as she halted at the crosswalk, finally looking upwards having given up finding the stamp for her letter. Looking to her right impatiently and then to her left.

"Guess we are headed the same way this morning," she spoke softly smiling warmly at her handsome neighbour. Her cheeks nearly colored as she thought of his good looks. Her mind scolded her for being silly.

The light changed, her heel dropped the curb and before she knew it, she was chatting with her neighbour again..

"Have you met Milan, yet? She lives one apartment over from you."

Her small talk continued as she stepped up the curb upon the otherside of the street. Suddenly her smile smoothed upon her lips again, brilliant and just bursting with a surprise.

"Would you like to have dinner with us? Milan and myself?"

Kellie knew it was bold and Milan would probably kill her, but she told her friend she thought she would make a good match with Mr. Strack and now here was the chance. Milan should be back in town by Wednesday.

"Wednesday at 7? Can you make it? Please say you can...I guarantee you'll enjoy yourself. Besides we should all know our neighbours!"she laughed softly at her own silly wisdom.

Kellie halted outside of the bank as she awaited his answer. She still had a few moments before she needed to be at her window. Glittering sky blue eyes locked upon his, pleading for an affirmative answer.

 

[Miltone]

Eric Strack

“Wednesday at 7, you say?” Eric said thinking over the possibilities. He did have that late meeting with the Delphi group to go over their second quarter campaign, but that should be done by five or six at the latest. “Yeah, I can swing that. You sure that Milan can make it? I heard that she was out of town.”

“I know,” replied the Bank Girl with a soft smile and trace of a giggle. “She’s always out of town. But she’ll be back by then, I’m sure of it.”

“Great sounds like a fun way to get to know one another,” Eric replied.

Even with the bitter taste of rejection still on his tongue from his abortive date with Veronica Taylor still on his tongue, his thoughts immediately he turned to Milan, the hot, go-to model. He remembered the first time he had seen her swooping into their building, flirting with Leonard the doorman, who had subsequently tipped Eric off as to who she was and other pertinent details. Then there was the last time, when he had seen her and the Bank Girl leaving to go out clubbing, and how absolutely smokin’ she looked in a strappy little top and snug hip hugging pants. Maybe this was meant to be or something … Kismet, fate, something. Maybe she would be as hot and sexy as the SexyPrincess he had seen online. He could only hope. “Say, do you know where she’s been?”

“Barbados for a swimsuit photo shoot,” the Bank Girl answered. “Before that a fashion layout in Italy and southern France.”

“Tough job,” Eric laughed.

“Maybe tougher than you think,” the Bank Girl answered. “At least she says it is.”

“Well, I’m in advertising and work with models fairly often,” Eric said. “It isn’t the easy work that many people seem to think it is.”

“A lot of times there’s more to any job than meets the eye,” the Bank Girl replied.

“Like yours I suppose,” Eric said, looking over at her closely as she nodded and smiled shyly. This was probably more of a conversation than they had ever had before, more than he ever intended certainly. But she seemed pleasant enough. Smart too. And if this was an entrée to the love of his life, then it was more than worth it.

“Well, speaking of it, here’s my bank,” said the Bank Girl as they neared the door to her branch office. “I hope you have a great day.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Eric replied. “You too … oh, and thanks for the dinner invite!”

The Bank Girl smiled sweetly, wiggled her fingers in a cute little wave, then turned and walked through the heavy brass door. Beneath the stiff fabric of her skirted suit, his eyes caught the sway of her ass as she disappeared into the bank. Not a bad shape entirely. Maybe with a little makeover or a few glasses of wine she might loosen up. Nah! Too much work with no guarantee. Besides he would have a chance to really meet Milan over dinner in a couple of days, and then there was always the online SexyPrincess. Eric glanced at his Rolex. Strumpet’s was just around the corner and he had five minutes to spare before his breakfast meeting. Life is good, life is sweet!

 

[spiritual_love]

Work was uneventful and quick. Kellie watched the clocked as the bronzed hands clicked down the last seconds until five o'clock. She smiled waving goodbye to her coworkers as she glided out of the large doors of the bank onto the street.

It was only Monday and already she was itching to be free of the constraints of her job, responsibilities and just be. Perhaps SexyPrincess, could help her relax. Kellie laughed as she waved to Leonard poised at the door of the apartment building.

"Good day, Kellie?"
He grinned as she placed a fleeting kiss upon his cheek.

"It was good, Leonard. How was yours?"

"Nothing special. Although, Ms. Milan did fly in and out in an awful hurry. She said to tell you she ws booked for a last minute shoot in Belize and wouldn't be back home for two weeks."

Kellie's face fell as Leonard shared the news.

"You are kidding, Leonard. I just planned a way for Mr. Strack and Milan to meet!" She began to laugh, tossing her hands into the air, "There goes dinner."

She grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a note upon it.

Plans for dinner have changed. Give me a call at 241-8957 or stop by. Thanks! Kelly

Leonard, if you wouldn't mind, when Mr. Strack arrives could you make sure he gets this?"

"Absolutely, Kellie. You know, I don't mind taking Mr. Strack's place at dinner!"

Kellie laughed as Leonard spoke. He had an awful crush on Milan that Milan fueled with her incessant flirting with the doorman. She shoke her head, "Behave, Leonard." And with that she disappeared into the elevator.


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Kellie kneeled upon her bed, thighs split wide, hands covering the swell of her breasts. Glistening, oil slathered flesh peeked between her splayed fingers as she squeezed the heavy globes. She laughed wildly as she rolled her hips, feeling the twist of the toy nestled so deep into the tunnel of her heat. Velvet walls clenched upon the vibrator as it was held inside by the thin satin of her panties. Ribbons upon ribbons of dark auburn hair fell down the curve of her bare back.

averageJoe: Ride that toy, baby!

hornyinhonolulu: omg...you're fucking gorgeous!

michigan man: cum princess..i'm about to..fuckkkk...

Kellie's chest heaved as her breathing laboured and burned her lungs. Her hands slid over her breasts down to the plain of her belly till finally the digits fluttered over the swollen nodule of her panty covered clit. The swift motion caused the sweetest of twinges to pulsate through her body. Her head dropped forth, spilling her hair forward, vivid blue eyes peering at the camera before a kittenish smile flashed upon saliva moistened lips.

SexyPrincess: How close are you, mm?

michiganman: very...very close...baby...

SexyPrincess: imagine, mm...you are my toy..grinding inside of my body, filling my cunt..can you feel me?

michiganman: ohhh shitttt............

Kellie pushed back from the keyboard. One hand grasping the satin panties, thrusting the toy deeper and crushing her clit. The heavy lips of her pink sex slit were visible as she bounced, riding the toy harder and harder until the pleasure shattered her body.

 

[Miltone]

Eric Strack

The day had been a breeze, from the very successful breakfast meeting with St. Claire Industries to the very, very successful mid-morning meeting and luncheon with people from David Addams Associates. That was followed by a long meeting with the obviously pleased people from Dymazon, who glowed over the presentation he had orchestrated for their Dyreema fabric, bravely overcoming his heartache upon seeing Veronica Taylor’s sexy smile in nearly every shot. And the day was topped off with a visit by the Big Guy, who clapped him on the back, congratulated him on his success with Dymazon, and then took him out to dinner.

Talking and laughing with the boss over dinner and drinks, Eric smiled broadly. Yes, life is good, and he was living it! Another year or two, his progression down the mahogany paneled hallway would be complete and the corner office would be his. Yet as good as his career was going, he wanted someone to share it with, someone special, someone beautiful, sexy, famous even. Someone like Milan Snachez, perhaps? Damn! Would she be a catch or what? He pictured having dinner with her, taking her out on the town, maybe a trip to the company condo down in Barbados. His thoughts about Milan were so vivid that it seemed only an afterthought when the Bank Girl came to mind. Was she really setting him up with Milan, and why? Maybe she realized from the start that he was out of her league and that Milan was a much better match for him. Yes, Wednesday, 7 PM. Indeed, life is good!

It was late in the evening by the time Eric reached home.

“Welcome home, Mr. Strack,” called out Leonard as Eric stepped from the cab and whisked into his building whistling a tune. “And how went your day?”

“Terrific, Leonard,” Eric answered as his mail was set before him. “Wouldn’t have changed a thing!”

“Glad to hear it, sir,” Leonard smiled in reply. “I can see that you’re leading the way on the fast track!”

“Give me another year and we’ll see,” Eric chuckled as he turned toward the bank of elevators.

“Oh, Mr. Stack!” Leonard said holding out a small note. “Miss Andrews left this for you, sir.” Eric turned back and took the small note from Leonard.

Plans for dinner have changed. Give me a call at 241-8957 or stop by. Thanks! Kellie

“Hmm, what’s with this?” Eric wondered out loud. “Thanks, Leonard,” he said vaguely as he continued toward the elevator.

“I believe Miss Sanchez was called out of town for one of her famous photo shoots in Belize,” Leonard called out after him. “Two weeks this time. If you’re not able to make dinner with Miss Andrews, I’d be more than pleased to stand in for you.”

“Oh, right, sure,” Eric mumbled distractedly. He took a deep breath before stepping onto the upward bound elevator. Damn! Let’s just be cool about this. Good things are worth waiting for, right? When she’s back in town things will come together. I’m sure of that! He stuffed the note into his jacket pocket as the elevator door closed behind him. Besides, things were going so well for him right now at work. He had enough to keep himself occupied for the next couple of weeks.

He listened to the half dozen phone messages that were waiting for him, none important. Then he shuffled into the kitchen, pulled a cold Heinie out of the fridge and went into his home office to check email. Eric pulled his keys and stuff out of his jacket pocket and set it on the desk before slipping off the jacket and placing it on the back of his chair. Sitting before the glow of the monitor he tapped his way into his email box and flipped through the messages there. God bless the spam filter he had downloaded! The email from his sister, “125 Things Not To Say While Having Sex,” made him chuckle. Might actually be funnier if he was having sex regularly.

Eric thought about writing a note to Veronica, but figured there was little use. He was ready to log off when suddenly the image of the SexyPrincess from the Live Girls Now site popped into his head. Maybe she was online again tonight. A few clicks later, there she was in full living color on his monitor. Eric leaned back in his chair as he looked on. Damn! She looked so hot! He had never seen a girl like this before, so wantonly sexual. Sure, Veronica Taylor was so very pretty and Milan Sanchez was downright gorgeous, but he doubted that they could be half as sexy as this girl. And the Bank Girl? That sweet little mouse surely had no clue about how to turn on a man.

SexyPrincess was kneeling on the satin sheets of her bed, her hands cupping her full breasts, fingers pinching and pulling at her swollen rosy nipples as her hips rocked back and forth. What was that beneath the tiny triangular panel of her panties? A vibe, maybe? Damn! Hot wasn’t enough of a word for this sensational girl! Eric felt his lonely cock spring to life as he watched her toy with her glistening breasts, her long auburn tresses cascading wildly past her shoulders and down her back.

Eric dropped his hand to his crotch and felt his hard cock snake its way down the leg of his boxers. SexyPrincess slid her hands down from her breasts, over her belly, her fingers flirting with the waistband of her panties. Her head shook, her hair flying forward wildly, her liquid blue eyes smiling between the wild locks of hair as a sexy grin creased her glistening wet lips. Passing his hand over his pants, Eric could feel his cock grow fully erect as he watched her erotic dance before the webcam. He opened his trousers and pulled his throbbing manhood out, feeling it spring out into his hand, grateful for the release from its snug confinement. SexyPrincess leaned back and grabbed at the toy buried in the wet folds of her sex, clearly visible through the thin satin of her panties. As she ground the tool against herself, Eric could almost hear the sound of her cries of pleasure.

Eric felt his arousal grow stronger as he watched her lean back on the bed and withdraw the vibe from her sodden little pussy. He winced with pleasure when she put it to her lips and licked her juice from it. He was so hot for her, he wanted to contact her. With one hand on his cock and the other on his computer mouse, he clicked on the message box and then began to type one-handed.

HandsomePrince: great show darlin

SexyPrincess: TY Handsome…You’re new to my room, aren’t you, Handsome?

HandsomePrince: yes…but maybe there is something we can do something about that

SexyPrincess: With a nickname like yours, how can a girl resist? What would you like?

She looked at the camera with her luminous blue eyes blazing. Eric could see the flush of arousal on her cheeks and neck and chest. Her luscious rosy aureoles were taut and puckered; the dampness of her pussy was apparent through the thin panel of her panties pulled tight against the folds of her sex. He could feel a strong desire building up deep inside his body. Eric could feel his hand tremble as he went to type his message. His fingers were on the wrong keys and typed some gibberish. He deleted the garbled message and began to type again but the others were impatient.

MichiganMan: go for it dude!!

hornyinhonolulu: come on bud…she’s the best…i’m telling ya

SexyPrincess: So do you want to fool around or what, Handsome?

HandsomePrince: well, yeah

SexyPrincess: Then click on the private show button and we can have all the fun you want

Eric clicked through the membership screen and purchased some private time with her. He stroked his cock slowly as his computer connected for the private show. He was nervous and excited and had never felt his cock grow so long and hard. This wasn’t a real girl, here with him, just some girl somewhere else in the world, but why was he so turned on? Then his full screen came alive with her image, sharp and clear with just a small box on the side for chatting.

SexyPrincess: So what do you like, baby? You like it hard and fast, or are you the kind that likes slow and gentle?

HandsomePrince: i like to make love starting slow and gentle and take my time building up to hard and fast…with lotsa foreplay

SexyPrincess: Mmm!! Making love…foreplay…sorta romantic…I love it

Her response gave him confidence and he decided to be a little bolder.

HandsomePrince: thnx…so why don’t you take off those panties and let me eat that sweet little pussy of yours

SexyPrincess: This little old thing?

She fingered herself underneath her satin panties while Eric stroked his hard cock gently, priming himself for the show to come. He had never done something like this before, so anonymous and impersonal, but he felt so aroused by this sexy young woman.

HandsomePrince: oh yes, honey, that pretty little thing…feel my tongue licking it through your panties

SexyPrincess: Mmm, yes!! Are you trying to turn me on?

HandsomePrince: absolutely

SexyPrincess: My kind of man!!

He watched as she rubbed herself with her long fingers before finally pulling at her panties. He could almost smell the intoxicating scent of her pussy as she began to tug her panties down. His mouth was watering, his pulse was racing, and his cock was long and firm. This felt so … so … so dirty, but it felt so good!