Page 14 of Stranger Session

Whorista:25/f/ny

I split my screen and search for the website, then create an account. With a few more keystrokes, I’m in the chat with Mariah. Replies fly on the screen, pushing her message further up the board, and I can only hope I catch her eye.

ItsVenti:27/m/ny

Not my best username, but it’s all I could think of. Lately the name venti is always on my mind, just behind hers. It’s that silly little coffee shop she works at. Every time I go there to learn her schedule, that word stares at me.

A private message pops up. It’s Mariah.

Whorista:Where in NY?

ItsVenti:Upstate, you?

Whorista:Same.

ItsVenti:What are you looking for on here?

Little bubbles appear on the screen, bouncing up and down as she types a reply for far too long. She’s probably typing, deleting, and typing again. Anticipation slicks my palms with sweat. What will she say?

Whorista:I think I have a stalker…

Yeah she does. It’s me. But I don’t think she means me. I left no sign of my presence in her house...unless she discovered my gift in her moisturizer. That’s highly unlikely. I mixed it well.

Could one girl be unlucky enough to have two stalkers at once?

I type a reply.

ItsVenti:You think you have a stalker, so you go on a kink chatroom?

Whorista:I like how the fear is making me feel. I think he was watching me at my job this evening. I don’t know why, but it made me ache.

My excitement dissipates. She’s talking about the child predator, not me. She has no idea that I’ve been watching her too. The rational side of me wants to tell her to call the police. Tell them. But then they might find me too.

Whorista:I don’t like the guy that’s stalking me, though. I keep picturing someone else instead, and that’s getting me too worked up.

A warm wave of relief washes over me.

ItsVenti:You want to be scared?

Whorista:I think I do.

ItsVenti:How scared? Like, chased through the woods kind of scared?

The lack of response on her end worries me. I go back to the mirrored screen and hack into her webcam. When she pops onto my screen, I find out why she’s not responding.

A crumpled towel wraps around her midsection, leaving her beautiful breasts exposed. Her hair is still damp from a shower. With her left hand, she twists her nipple between her fingertips, but her right hand rests in her lap beneath the towel. I don’t need her to respond to know she wants me to keep going.

ItsVenti:And what happens when I catch you?

Mariah’s mouth drops open, and she leans back a little further. Her legs spread and the towel falls away, giving me a clear view of her hand between her thick thighs.

ItsVenti:Would you struggle against me, or would you want it?

She’s rubbing herself, but she uses her free hand to peck out a reply. The notification pops up on the screen.

Whorista:I would struggle. I would fight you with everything I have. But I would want it.

When I was younger, I watched a lot of CNC porn—a disgusting amount—so it’s no surprise that my cock is rock hard at the thought of acting out my fantasy with her. It doesn’t help that I can see those fine movements of Mariah’s body as she rocks her hips to my words and chases an orgasm when she doesn’t know I’m watching.

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