You just want to get home and get online. Your job isn’t bad, it just gets frustrating some days. You work at a chain fast food restaurant. When you started, you were on the grill and fryer, but over time you moved up, so now you work the front counter. Today was stressful. The customers were rude and impatient, but not so much that the Manager had to deal with them. Just irritating enough to stress you out.
Walking into your little apartment, you wish you had a pet. A cat or dog. But if you did, then you’d have to care for them and you never seem to have time.
You get out of your uniform and pull on a T-shirt and sweats. As you do, you feel the tension in your neck and shoulders. Grabbing a drink from the fridge, you stretch for a moment then sit down and log into your computer.
After you go through emails, you feel bored and a little tired. Maybe you’ll go to bed early, but first you open up a couple of your chat apps.
There are a few messages, most of which are from old classmates, including your “BFF”, Jen, talking about plans for the upcoming weekend. Maybe if you aren’t working, you’ll spend time with her and her boyfriend Roger.
A message pops up. You smile. It’s from ‘NiceGuy63111’.
“Hi Bobby, how was your day?” you type on the screen.
He and you have been chatting for months. At first you thought he might be a scammer, but he never asked for anything, nor sent anything that you didn’t want to see.
The only pics you and he have shared are quick, smiling selfies. No nudes or anything that you didn’t want. His comments are sometimes light and flirty, but nothing suggestive or dirty.
You pieced together that he’s a divorced guy in St. Louis, a little older than you. He let slip a few times that he hadn’t been a good husband, but he was still making changes in his life. One of those changes is learning how to listen to women. Whenever you chat with him, he seems genuinely interested in how you are. He makes you feel comfortable and safe.
“How was your day?” he texts.
You quickly type “Fine”. As you still feel the tension in your shoulders.
“Really? Not a stressful day?” You can almost hear the doubt in his words.
“Ok, let me tell you about it.” You reply. Telling him about the irritating customers, frustrations of having to clean up messy tables, and reading texts from your friends who have plans that you might not be able to take part in. As you type, your neck and shoulders still have that tight, tense feeling.
“Damn it. I wish you were here to give me a massage or something.” You quickly type.
You are about to delete it, but before you can, he responds “Really? I can’t be there, but would it help if I described how I would massage you?”
You chew on your lower lip for a moment. You’ve never tried anything like that. You know that people ‘sext’ all the time. When you were in school, you and your boyfriend at the time, tried it. It was okay. It just seemed rushed and stupid, especially if you were going to hook up later. But this is different. Bobby isn’t your boyfriend, and you aren’t meeting up later, but you think “What the hell. Sure.”
“Ok.” You type and watch the screen.
“Imagine I’m there.” He starts.
“Standing behind you…
“You are sitting…
“and you feel my hands gently caress your neck.”
He types in small texts with pauses.
“Lean your head forward as I slowly rub and caress your neck…..
“Now feel my fingers on your shoulders……
“I softly but firmly press…
“moving my fingers in small circles…
“relaxing your neck….
“and helping remove the tension from your shoulders.”
As you read his words, you try to imagine what he is describing. You slowly roll your head and crack your neck. Then you exhale and relax your shoulders.
“That’s it….
“Feel how good my fingers are on you….
“Feel how your muscles are relaxing.”
You pull off your T-shirt and bra, and double check to make sure your cam isn’t on. Then you slowly rub your neck. Moving your fingers as he described.
“This feels so good.” You text and then lean back in your chair. “Can you massage my breasts?” you type. Then quickly delete it. Almost ashamed of what you typed.
He types “I can massage your front, if you want. It’s your call.”
You chew your lower lip for a moment, then type, “Yes… Please Continue.”
“Ok. Then instead of sitting, imagine lying down with your shirt off….
“A pillow or towel is under your head…
“and you relax as I slowly drip baby oil down the center of your chest. I rub some on my hands…
“then I start with your shoulders and upper chest.”
You get up and head to the bathroom. Finding a small bottle of lotion, you sit back down. Slowly you drip a line between your breasts. It’s cold on your skin. Setting the bottle down, you slowly rub the lotion on your skin.
“From your upper chest you feel as I move down and around your breasts….
“my slick fingers massaging and caressing your warm smooth skin…..
“around and in between.”
As he describes it, you slowly work the lotion around your tits. Your nipples are getting hard. You’ve never done anything like this with Bobby.
“As I rub your breasts, I slowly rub around your nipples….
“I imagine they are hard and sensitive.” As you read his text, you pull and roll your nipples.
“They are” you quickly type and follow with, “You can suck on them if you want.” which you then delete. If he was here, you would say that, but he is halfway across the country, and you don’t have that kind of relationship.
“I move down to your flat tummy…
“softly massaging and caressing your abdominal muscles….
“Careful to massage and not tickle.”
“You are so good at this.” You type. “Do you do this kind of thing often?”
“Do you feel better? More relaxed?” he responds.
“Yes. I feel better.” You say, pulling your T-shirt back on. “You didn’t answer my question. Do you do this often? With other people?”
There is a pause before he types his response. “I used to sext all the time. That is part of what broke up my marriage, my online cheating.”
“Oh” you type and then just look at the screen. After a moment you continue. “So why haven’t we sexted?”
“You didn’t seem interested. I enjoy our friendship. I’m trying to be a better person and make positive changes in my life. Sending ‘dick pics’ and sexting with women I meet online is how I used to do things. That’s not who I am now.”
“Oh.” You respond again. “So it isn’t a ‘looks’ thing?”
“Hell no. I’ve told you many times that you are cute and beautiful. I love the selfies you send. If that’s what you want, I’d love to pleasure you. But that’s not the type of relationship we have.”
You read his comments again. ‘If that’s what you want, I’d love to pleasure you.’
“Bobby, can we stop for the night. I really enjoyed the massage fantasy. It helped. I feel so much better.”
“I’m glad. That was the point of the fantasy.” He quickly replies.
“What would you think if I wanted sexting?” you type.
The dots on your screen blink as he is typing something.
He must have been typing and deleting because when it post it’s only says.
“I can do that, if that is what you really want. But lets wait. It’s getting late here and I have to get up early. Goodnight.”
“Of course. Goodnight Bobby” you type and log off.
You tingle with excitement and anticipation. You go to your bedroom and masturbate, fantasizing about him.
(This is the first chapter in what I hope will be a three or more chapter story. If you enjoyed it, Like and leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe.)
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