Everyone in this story is over 18. Please enjoy.
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I got the first note on thanksgiving weekend in my locker. I had just been dumped by this guy (on my 18th birthday no less!) and was planning on spending the next four days drowning in cookies and cream ice cream, until I noticed a little folded up note, with origami roses scattered around. The note read "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on".
At first I got angry, I thought it was Justin, my ex. So I slammed my locker shut and went along with my plans to drown my pain in frozen dairy products.
The next note came a few weeks later, just before Christmas. More origami roses ensued. This time I confronted the suspect about it.
Justin claimed he knew nothing about it. I didn't believe him, of course. But it wasn't until Justin got a new girlfriend I got 2 more notes, each note more beautiful and poetic than the last, I decided Justin didn't have the poetic capability to do that.
So I set about looking for other suspects. Boys who showed an interest in origami and poetry. But no one that I knew fit the bill. I decided to not look the compliment horse in the mouth.
Not saying that I'm fishing for compliments, but as an average looking girl they didn't happen a lot.
Long straight brown hair and brown eyes. Completely average. I don't have remarkable breasts, they're perkier than most, and my ass is just a standard white girl ass. Flat, basically.
It was probably the tenth note that read "I want to kiss every inch of your beautiful, naked body."
This is was far more sexual than anything else. Most were along the lines of "I love that sparkle in your eyes" or "Your hair is like a waterfall of gold" something nice like that.
I felt a little twinge between my legs as I read that note. It was mid January and my dry spell was reaching the two month mark. Not saying I need sex or anything, but with Justin it happened frequently, and this wasn't normal for me.
That night I imagined my secret admirer lovingly caressing my nipples in his mouth and his fingers.
The notes increased to an almost daily occurrence. They took a turn for the sexual, like "Ive touched myself and thought of you" or "I love watching your breasts in those tight tops". While most girls would be creeped out, I wasn't. It was almost sweet in a nice way. As my nightly masturbating now included this stranger, I was looking forward to when he would come out. On valentines day, I almost expected him to show himself. But instead I found a brand new bottle of warming massage oil, the usual roses scattered around and the note asked for me to use it on myself. I blushed at first before slamming my locker on it. At the end of the week I brought that home and poured it over my tits.
At first, it was cold and my nipples became hard but as I gently massaged the oil onto my tits it warmed to an extremely pleasant sensation and before I knew it I was moaning and rubbing my clit, cumming over my oily fingers.
I got a note every single day for a month, and each one dampened my panties.
Finally, on the 1st of May, my secret admirer asked me to meet them at hotel near my house at exactly seven oclock. They gave me a room number to be at. Next to the note was a bright red bra and some lace panties. The risk of fucking a random stranger sent warmth down to my pussy. So I went home and shaved well, my legs and in between them.
I carefully contemplated what to wear. Go sexy? I slipped the red lace panties on, they instantly became soaked from my pussy. I put on the red bra too. It cupped my breasts perfectly. I decided to put on a black mini skirt and a tank top.
I told both my parents I would be spending the night at a friends and they didn't ask questions.
The drive to the hotel was torturous for me. The wetness in between my legs demanded attention but I knew it would soon be taken care of. I hoped, at least.
I strutted past the hotel lobby and found the hotel room. I knocked.
A boy answered the door.
I recognized him from school, he had graduated a few years before, and now he worked as an aide for the teachers. He was probably 20. Being with a man older than me like that, though I was technically an adult as well, being 18. He was actually quite attractive. I felt relief flood through me. He had curly blonde blonde hair and stunning green eyes. A little muscular but not overly.
"Hi." He smiled at me. "You actually showed up."
I nodded and returned his smile. "Yeah. Of course."
He held the door wider and invited me in. The origami roses I had grown to love so much were scattered around the room, in various sizes.
"How do you like it?" He shut the door behind me.
"It's wonderful." I took off my jacket and set it on a chair.
"You look wonderful." He chuckled.
I really wanted to cut the foreplay. The lace was not doing the best job of holding my arousal.
I brushed the miniskirt and readjusted my tank top. "Thank you."
He approached me slowly. "Are you wearing the gifts I got you?"
I nodded.
He took my hand and kissed it. "I bet they look beautiful on you."
I took the opportunity and tried to further the small talk. "Would you like to see them?"
He smiled. "Darling I would love to but I would love to take this slowly. I have the room for the entire night."
I smiled in anticipation. I touched his shoulder and pulled him closer. He was much taller than me, so I stood on my toes and kissed him.
His lips were firm at first, reluctant. But as my tongue probed into his mouth he loosed and his hand found my back.
When we broke away from one another he was breathless. "I can't believe you're here."
