I met him the dumbest way possible. An online role playing war game. For months all I saw was an avatar that cracked jokes and led armies. Soon we figured out that using a chat application was a more efficient way to communicate so we all downloaded it. I saw his face for the first time when we all decided to put pictures of ourselves as our profile pictures. He wasn't really anything special, nothing I hadn't seen before. Blonde hair and blue eyes and a stern jawline that made me interested. We chatted about the game at first, and pretty soon I was a leader with him. It was months before he messaged me again, after I said it was time to update my picture. He privately messaged me, saying "It should be a sexy one." I laughed it off but played along, for a time. I changed my profile picture to one that showed a little bit more skin and he continued to hit on me. I explained to him that I was engaged and he responded with "so am I." My fiancé was always working, you see, and the time along was more difficult than I can explain.
I'm not the prettiest woman in the world. I'm all curves with blonde hair and blue eyes and slightly tan skin. I have never been the woman that men find overtly attractive. When he showed attention towards me it made me feel special. I didn't care when he told me he was 33, and I was 19. I didn't care when he told me he could only message me at night, a few nights a week. His words were seductive and dirty and made me feel things that I couldn't even describe. He told me he would give me a weekend I would never forget. That I would be emotionally, physically, and sexually satisfied beyond anything I had and ever would experience again. I asked him what he wanted. He told me he wanted me in his arms but since that wasn't possible he would like to see me. All of me. I obliged.
I started with a picture of me in a corset and stockings that I had taken for Christmas, with my ass presented. He replied asking if that was actually me, almost in disbelief. I promised him it was me and he asked for more. So I sent him a picture of my tits. He immediately noticed that my nipples have little steel bars through them and told me that he hoped someday he could tug on them and bite them. I told him that I had my clit pierced as well and that drove him crazy. He begged me to send him a picture. And, like before, I did. He told me he wanted to bury his face in my pussy and eat it until I was writhing in pleasure and begging for him both to stop and never stop at the same time. His words made my cunt twitch and get wet. I dreamed of him at night and found myself thinking of it at work. I jumped every time a notification went through to my phone and changed all the passcodes to prevent my fiancé from seeing them.
He told me his name was Jeremy, and I told him I was Rachel. Jeremy began to offer to fly me out to where he lived for a weekend of passion. At first I was adamant that wouldn't be possible, but I soon began scheming of ways to make it possible. I fucked my fiancé until my pussy was sore because I was so horny, all the time. After he would go to sleep I would message Jeremy and tell him how I wished it were with him, and he would tell me the same thing. I knew, as I was doing it, that it was awful. That I was a bad person for betraying my fiancé's trust and that I should be happy with what I was given. I wanted, no, I needed more. I didn't tell anyone. When someone asked who I was messaging I was easily able to play it off as the game, which had already taken a lot of my time. My fiancé suspected nothing.
Sometimes Jeremy would wait days at a time between messaging me. This drove me nuts. I would manically check my phone and hope that it would be him. I knew that I was hopelessly addicted to him. My best friend, Jennifer, began to suspect something but couldn't figure out what. After months of this happening I told my fiancé that I was travelling with some friends to Chicago for a girl's spa weekend, and we would not have our phones with us. Jeremy bought the tickets, and plans were set. I was nervous and yet excited for a trip that promised me everything I had been craving for months on end. We messaged about what would happen, where we would meet, where we would stay and how we wouldn't leave the room for the entire weekend. I drove to Chicago on a Thursday evening, and from there used the tickets Jeremy purchased to fly me to Florida, where he lived.
The flight was nerve-wracking, as I fear heights and also could not get my mind off of sex. I was sitting next to a couple who were fondling each other under the blankets the whole trip, which did not help my cause. When my plane landed I was filled with an overwhelming fear that I had been tricked, that maybe nobody would be here or worse someone would that would kidnap me. I texted my fiancé and told him I loved him and would see him on Monday. When I entered the baggage claim I didn't see Jeremy my heart began racing. I was in a strange place with strange people and nobody knew where I was.
As I reached for my bag a hand grabbed me by the shoulder and I spun around, ready to fight. He was there. Taller than I had expected, easily six foot, but every bit as handsome. He smelled clean but a little spicy in a way that intoxicated me. Jeremy grinned, grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me with intense passion, biting my lip until it swelled. When he pulled away I felt for sure everyone was looking at us, but instead we were the only two left in the room. I couldn't help but laugh, and then said "hello."
"Rachel. You are even more beautiful in person. I am so lucky that you came here for this," he breathed in my ear. "I think we should go get something to eat. What are you in the mood for?"
I shivered slightly and looked up at him. "I don't care, anything. You can choose."
He grabbed my bag and my waist and pulled me to the door. I had a moment, where I thought, "What the hell am I doing?" And then the moment passed, and I was filled with a hunger for him that no food was going to fill.
Jeremy took me to a steak and seafood restaurant, knowing that I loved seafood but never had the opportunity to eat it fresh in the Midwest where I was from.
"What can I get for you two?" Asked the handsome waiter. He kept his eyes on me and my sundress with the corset top, smiling and eyeing me. I grinned and opened my mouth to order when Jeremy cut me off.
"Well she would like a cosmopolitan, along with an order of oysters to begin with. I want a whiskey, on the rocks. We will give you the remainder of our order when we receive those." He stared evenly at the waiter, as if daring him to look at me again. The waiter nodded and slunk off.
"You didn't have to scare the poor guy." I said, laughing.
"For the next few days you are mine, and only mine. I only get this chance and I won't share you with anyone else, even just for a look. Understood?" He said as his hand slid up my skirt to my thigh underneath the table. I gasped and nodded, biting my lip and pushing myself against his hand. Jeremy chuckled and withdrew his hand.
The waiter returned with the drinks and the oysters and Jeremy ordered us a traditional surf and turf, to share. Once he left Jeremy lifted an oyster to my lips and I sucked it down, feeling it slide down my throat. I sipped my drink, and watched him as he drank his. The rest of our meal went very similar, with us telling each other about our life and chatting as if we were two normal people, on a date, with no strings or background.
