New story... Just hit me when I was watching the tube one night.
Enjoy.
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You've seen those ads on TV right?
You know the ones I mean, with the ultra-hot, ultra-stacked, lingerie chick holding a phone, and purring in a sultry voice about how "this is where erotic adults meet", and how "you'll instantly be talking to women just like me in your community."
Yeah, that's them. Bullshit, right?
There are no women like you I my community,
you might say. Or,
women like you don't talk to guys like me.
That's what I always thought, and so I never bothered to call. Now I'm starting to wonder if I might have been incorrect in my opinion.
It really doesn't matter that much, as I've only turned eighteen six short months ago, and wouldn't have been able to join anyway, but recent events have made me consider it more seriously in the future.
Of course, that depends on how things work out tomorrow night. Now that I know what I know, the sky's the limit.
Right now, I'm sure you're as confused as I was, so let me explain...
***
I'm just like any teenage guy, which is to say horny 24/7, and always on the lookout for a chance to satisfy that horniness. Actual female companionship, with a woman I liked, was attracted to, and who felt the same way about me, would be preferred, but that was not always available. Depending on my desperation, I could do without the feelings, or even the attractiveness. Eventually, even the actual woman became a luxury, and I would make do with a nude photo and my right hand.
So, when I came across ads in my email for websites that featured 'lonely wives', 'horny young mothers ', or 'MILFs', and offered photos of these women, I was just gullible enough to bite.
I mean, really... if someone was offering nude photos, and all you had to do was sign up with an email and a name... well, I could set up a fake name, and go for it. So, I did.
I needed a screen name. Studmuffin was taken. In fact, there were several dozen, all with a numerical suffix. Very unique and original... Not. I wanted something different, that would set me apart, and be memorable, because I still held out hope that I might get more out of this than mere photos.
It took me a while, but I finally came up with one, and thus became '
RUnaughty2
'. I entered the site, and immediately got responses from women who were online then.
There were tabs at the top of the page, and one of them said 'All', so I touched it, and a few seconds later, the screen filled with thumbnail photos of hundreds of women. I clicked on one.
Blonde, relatively pretty, but a little too, um, well fed, for my tastes, I moved on.
Click.
No.
Click.
Nice tits, but she's dressed. Come on honey, show us those puppies.
Click.
Really? Passing off a porn star as yourself? I recognize her from a movie in my collection.
So it went. I clicked away, saving photos that interested me, and weeding out those that didn't have what I was looking for. I paused and read a few of the bios. Then I noticed the little gear-shaped icon at the top of the page.
On the settings menu, there was a question about proximity. I set it for 'twenty miles'. The next question was about relationship goals. I clicked on 'sex', bypassing the longer-term options. I clicked 'save', and exited the menu.
"Ah, new pictures," I smiled, as the filters took effect, sorting through the thousands of possible women. It left me with a smaller, but still daunting list of a few hundred. "Okay. I'll get back to this another day," I said, satisfied with the first day's haul... several dozen nude photos of women willing to show their bodies, for the possibility of meeting someone fun.
***
I made use of my new pictures, satisfying my urges for now. If this was all I got out of the site, I'd still be happy... but one could always hope for more.
Anyway, with today's needs met, and a drink in hand, I grabbed my basketball and went outside. I'd shoot some hoops, and see if any of my friends were around.
It didn't take long for my presence outside to pay dividends, and I heard a voice from behind me.
"Hi Ronnie!" the voice called. It was female, and very sweet, and I recognized it immediately. I flipped the ball blindly over my head, and took a step toward the backboard.
As I jumped, the ball miraculously appeared, bouncing off the backboard. I rebounded it, and slammed it through the hoop.
"Nice one!" she giggled, and high-fived me. It was Amy, a friend of mine from school, who also lived across the street and two doors down. She was the girl of my dreams, but for some reason, had chosen me as a friend. I couldn't work up the courage to tell her I would like our relationship to be much, much more.
I passed her the ball, and she began to dribble, turning her back to me, but moving toward the bucket. She bumped her sexy ass into me while I guarded her, then did it again, before spinning, and putting up a nice little jump shot.
My eyes didn't follow the ball, instead locking onto two objects that held more immediate interest for me. Amy had nice tits, very full, round, and bouncy, and she didn't seem to mind me checking them out. In fact, she would sometimes decoy me with a deliberate jiggle, before faking me out of my socks, and making a basket.
"You're so easy," she laughed. "Playing against girls is tougher. They're not interested in my chest, and don't fall for it like you do."
A honk from the road made us turn, and a hand popped up through the sunroof of a passing Mercedes sedan. It pulled into Amy's driveway.
"Hi Mom!" she waved.
"Hi, Mrs. Coleman," I called across the street, and she returned the wave. She disappeared into the house.
"How's everything, anyway?" I asked Amy, referring to the continuing saga of her parents pending divorce.
"Pretty much the same," she smiled, making another shot. "My Dad's still fucking some bimbo, and still being an asshole to my Mom. The lawyers are dealing with it, since my parents can't be in the same room without causing a huge fight. It's frustrating. I wish it was just... Over." She flipped her blonde hair aside, and looked at me with her blue eyes. "I should go see if mom needs help with dinner. See ya later!"
With that she was off, flipping me the ball, and leaving me to watch her firm ass as she jogged across the road. She really was hot. Maybe someday...
***
A few days later, I was again perusing the site, sorting through the photos. One caught my eye, and required another look.
The picture was very artistic, which immediately made it stand out from the scores of crappy selfies on here. Shot against a dark background, the photo showed only a portion of her, wearing a black dress. Her face was hidden by her hand, but one eye peeked out through her spread fingers, and most of her smile was visible. The neckline of her dress showed her large breasts, bulging up deliciously.
The photo was enough to make me mark her profile as a favourite, and read her bio more carefully. Her screen name, '
MILFun36FF
', piqued my interest, and I assumed the last four digits were her bra size, which
really
piqued my interest. I had always been a breast man, ever since I first noticed that women had those wonderful, soft spots on their bodies.
So, every day, I would check for new pics of her, and about once or twice a week, I would be rewarded.
I clicked on her latest picture. As selfies go it was a pretty good picture, artistically framed to exclude the most identifiable portions of her face, but show the bits I was most interested in.
The top left corner showed just a corner of her smiling mouth, and pouty, lipstick-enhanced lips. Centred in the frame, her finger dragged the scoop neckline of her t-shirt lower, revealing a teasing portion of black, lacey bra, and cleavage as deep as a crevasse in the Himalayas. God, she had great tits, and wasn't afraid to show them, at least in teasing glimpses. I was hoping future postings would show them just a little more, but this one was good anyway, so I saved it.
Every few days, a new photo of the mysterious, mature woman would appear in her account, and I would have my appetite for her body increased just a little bit more.
One of my favourites was a full length shot of her in profile, obviously taken in a mirror. Once again, her face was obscured, this time by the phone in her hand, which blocked it out with maddening perfection. It did reveal a little more about her hair, though. Long, wavy and deliciously auburn in colour, it tumbled over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. In the picture, she was wearing a short black skirt. Just a short, black skirt, which hugged her ass nicely, and showed her shapely legs very well, all the way down to the high, sexy heels on her pretty feet. She had one foot up on its toes, making her calf tighter and more athletic looking.
Above the waist, she had her arm wrapped around her chest, with the spread fingers of her hand curved around her near breast. Those full globes bulged out above and below her arm, belying their volume. It must have been a difficult pose to accomplish, getting everything just so. She was making a serious effort, and had some seriously impressive tits.
I finally decided that it was time to do more than just download her photos. I would send her a message, but I wanted to be sure it wasn't just any message. Nothing that she would just read and delete without a second thought. I finally decided on humour.
>What's a nice girl like you doing on a site like this?
I sent. Her icon told me she was online, and she responded soon after.
>So who says I'm a nice girl? Maybe I'm a bad girl. I like your name. Are you naughty, too? ;-)
