She sat there with her legs crossed. She always been weary of meeting strangers off the internet, but something about him seemed so safe and secure. He had a way to make her trust him, and she thought it was finally time they met. They had been talking on the internet and the
phone for over two years. The two had shared an intimate connection that neither of them knew was possible from just talking on the phone.
She sat there with her muscular legs crossed. She pulled and tugged at her skirt and kept pulling it down, she was afraid that someone would be able to see up her skirt. She was weary of wearing skirts to begin with because she didn't like her legs, they were short and muscular and pretty overwhelming at first site. She spent a lot of time walking, so her legs were built up. It is not like she was a small girl to begin with, but she wasn't huge either. She was well built, even more well built since she started school. She had lost a good bit of her gut that she had in high school, and her ass was firmer and tighter than it ever had been before. Of course, the first thing every man noticed about her, whether it was intentional or unintentional was her large chest. She confidently walked around with 46 DD's in her shirts. She never wore extremely tight shirts to show them off, but today she wore a tank
top, but a button down shirt over it. Just as she adjusted the buttons on her shirt, her cell phone rang.
"Take off that silly button down shirt; I told you, I wanted to be able to see your breast. I have heard you talk about them so much; I want to see if they are like what you told me, or if you were lying and need to be punished."
She looked around the room, trying to see if she could catch a glimpseof him, but it was pointless. Every direction she turned she could see a person on their cell phone, talking. She had never seen a picture of him before so she could not be sure which guy was him; she looked back at her shirt. She began to unbutton the shirt, and unbuttoned the shirt, but left it on. Then reality came back to her, as she heard his
voice on the other line of the phone.
"I said take it off, not just unbutton it."
Slowly, unconfidently she slid the shirt of, and placed it on the seat next to her. She was very insecure about showing her breast of, so she
crossed her arms over her breast. This act only pressed the breast up higher, placing them more out in the open then they had been before. As
her breath increased as she became more excited her breast showed more and more. She closed her eyes and recalled their most recent phone
conversation. In the conversation, he had described his most fantasy ever. She remembered that it had been his fantasy to get her aroused in public, to the point that she was squirming with anticipation for him to fuck her. She felt the dampness filling her panties. She was always
extremely aroused by the thought of being overpowered, and he knew it. With the dampness filling her panties, she uncrossed her legs, and then re-crossed them making sure that her pussy was at least getting rubbed while she did this.
"Are you having a problem, you whore. What are you thinking about? Tell me now, or I will turn around and walk out the door, leaving you
wanting and needing me; regretting that you ever crossed me."
She snapped back to reality as his voice filled her ear. She opened her eyes, and blankly stared. Her breathing increased. Her nipples started to get a little harder and poke through her shirt, as she tried to speak. Before she could answer his question, his voice filled her ears again, this time more demanding.
"I SAID TELL ME NOW WHORE!"
She began to stutter a little bit, as this shocked her.
"I-I-I-wa-wa was thinking about the last conversation we had."
"What about the conversation slut? Where you getting turned on thinking about it again?"
"We-well yea I was remembering how turned on it got you, to have control over me, well at least how much you said it turned you on."
"Do you think I was lying to you whore? Do you think that my fantasies
don't turn me on? That I don't get off thinking about overpowering your helpless body. Do you think that I haven't dreamt about those nipples,
which by the way are particularly popping out of your shirt? You should probably stop thinking about the dream, before your tits pop completely
out, leaving you exposed in this restaurant. From the looks of things in here I don't think that the mothers would appreciate your wonderful
tits hanging out in front of their young children."
"Where are you? I want to see you," before she could finish her sentence he interrupted her.
"Patience my dear, apparently you didn't listen to my fantasy to close,I want to watch you squirm, now first things first. I want you to
uncross your legs and open them a little bit so I can check to see if you wore underwear or not. If you wore underwear and disobeyed me, I
suggest you get up and leave the table now. Go to the bathroom and take them off and put them in your purse."
She looked down at her crossed legs, she knew that she wasn't supposed to wear underwear but she did anyways. She was scared to have someone
know that she wasn't wearing any. Her skirt was a little short for her liking, and she knew that if she were to bend over her bare ass would
be sticking out. She wasn't about to piss him off, and have him leave. She had already began to get aroused and she would be damned if she had to please herself when there was a man willing to please her.
"I will call you back, when I get back to my table," is all she could manage to say.
"Don't call me, I will call you. Actually, reach under your table. Pick up the box. I want you to take that box with you to the bathroom. Place
your underwear in the box. I knew that you were going to disobey me. As you walk past the hostess hand her the box, and ask her to deliver it to Kevin. Now, I know that you are going to want to watch her, and watch her walk towards me, but I have you fooled. If I see you looking
at her, I will not touch you at all. Is that clear? If so, just nod your head, and hang up. Oh, you should let your hair down, right now,
and adjust your tits; I don't want you getting kicked out of here."
She stood up and walked away from the table, grabbing the box. I can't believe that I am really going to do this. This is completely crazy. She rushed into the bathroom, as her face flushed. She ran into a stall and slammed the door shut. She placed the box on the sink, she was in the handicapped stall, and shook her head. "He IS crazy" She didn't know what to do, as she stared at the box. Then the realization came over her that she hadn't opened the box. "I wonder what the crazy bastard put in here." She opened the box, and found a letter, with her
name written on it. She carefully opened the envelope that held the letter. She then read over the letter
Dearest Beth, I was beginning to think that these two years I have spent lusting over you were pointless. I thought that you would never want to meet me. Then I remembered there was something you didn't know about me. I am black. I am sure scanning the restaurant you didn't see many black men, so you have already got a good look at me. I know that it probably shocks you that I am black. We have spent over two years
talking, and you never caught on. How does that make you feel? Don't you think that you should pay better attention to me? Well anyways,
darling. I know enough about you. I know all your deep dark fantasies and secrets. I remember before you were even old enough to be talking
about and describing sex, you describing it. Then I remember your 18th birthday. You were so excited on your 18th birthday, because you would finally be able to go into a porn shop. You wanted nothing more than to buy a dildo, because you wished and wished to feel a hard throbbing cock inside of you. Every time I would offer to come see you and sleep with you, you would love it off as if it were a joke, but I wasn't joking Beth. Then late at night, after you bought your purple dildo, you would call me, horny and needing. The dildo wasn't working. You needed someone to describe their fantasies to you, to moan for you. I always did that. If you will also remember that you told me your fantasies. I remember the one that you talked about the most, being raped. I remember that it was your fantasy, the one that made you the most wet, to be raped in a bathroom. You wanted it to be clear that you didn't want to be raped by a stranger but by someone you knew. Well Beth, I think you know me well enough to not consider me a stranger. I think you should continue back to what you were doing. I will explain this all later. You are gorgeous my love, I love you. Your body is amazing. I have seen your body, as you sit in your hot tub, playing with yourself. I have also seen you lying in your bed slamming your dildo inside your pussy. It has made my cock stand straight up, many times. So take off your underwear, so I can see your nice bare pussy. I will see you soon my love. Love Always, Kevin
She blinked. He had stared at her in her bed before? Had he really violated her privacy that much? It was obvious that her body didn't care and the thought of being watched turned her on even more. She slowly slide down her underwear off, and sniffed them. After she folded her completely soaked underwear and placed them inside the box. She then sealed the box, and straightened her skirt. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breathe and unlocked the door. As soon as she opened her eyes and pushed open the door, there he stood. At the time she didn't know if it was him or not so she thought that she should scream. She opened her mouth to scream and just as she did, he ripped open her box and shoved her panties into her mouth. He then reached into her pocket and grabbed a blindfold, and placed it over her eyes and tied it around her face. He then dropped the box that he had grabbed from her hands to the floor and pushed her back into the stall. He pushed her over the sink.
"Stay there slut, don't move, don't make a sound. If you try to scream you will just choke on your panties and we wouldn't want that, now would we. It is I my love. Is this what you really want?" She just simply nodded her approval. Then he turned around and pushed the stall door shut and locked it. He then walked back up behind her. He began to rub his hands up and down her body. She squirmed a little bit under his touch she was very ticklish and the sensation of just his finger tips touching her skin was driving her mad. She wanted to scream out, but she also knew that she was enjoying it. He then reached up and grabbed her by her shoulders, and pulled her back.
"You are gorgeous my love. Your body is driving me crazy," as he pushed his crotch right into her ass. "Do you feel that, you whore? Do you see what you have done to me? I was going to wait until after dinner, to do this. Then last night, when we were talking and you were rubbing your pussy, thinking about my fantasy. Don't think that I didn't know that you were touching your pussy. You can't exactly hide that from me. Your soft whimpers and moans drove me crazy. I knew that you were getting aroused by my fantasy just as you were today. Were you getting aroused by that again today, whore?" Then he reached up under her skirt and slid his finger around her bare pussy. When he heard a soft moan come from her mouth, he slid a finger into her pussy. "Mmm, my slut, you are so wet." He then begins to slide his finger in and out of her pussy, slowly. Moving in and out, making little circles inside of her pussy. As she whimpered and moaned under him, letting the desire take control over her body. He then reached back down to her and pulled her up by her shoulders. He removed the gag from her mouth. "I will take off the blindfold, only if you promise not to scream when you see me. Do we have a deal, my whore?"
"Yes, I want to see you"
