The store was finally were closed and all my employees were now gone for the day. The last person out always locks the front door to my gift shop and so I assumed today was no different. I was confident I was alone. It had been a long, frustrating day and I was now looking for a change of pace and some relaxing "entertainment" to help me unwind. I went to the back room where my desk is located, lowered the lights, turned on the computer with plans to visit the CompuServe adult chat room. I was hoping to "connect" with some lovely, expressive, hopefully horny female, thinking maybe she and I could have some fun and relieve some tension with a period of graphic exchanges. "Cyber Sex" as it's become known as.
As I logged on I was already getting excited at the thought of what possibilities lay ahead. Having had success with "cyber dates" in the past, I felt confident that I would have little trouble achieving my goal.
I entered the adult chat forum and checked to see who was there. I didn't see any of my past chatting partners present, so I watched the tracking line to see who was coming in, hoping to pick up someone before they got started in a conversation with another horny dude. In a moment or two I saw that a "Tracy" entered the so-called "Lobby". Having fond memories of a real Tracy in my distant past, I decided I would give her a try. I checked her profile to see if there was anything I could use as an opening, and sure enough, she indicated in her "Interests" that she likes to travel. I typed quickly, asking her where she liked to travel to. Quickly she responded with a simple, "Anywhere." I wondered if there was a double meaning in that, but decided I would be polite and continue with more casual exchanges.
After a brief dialog of general information, I asked her what she wanted to talk about. She told me whatever I wanted. She was now kind of boring me with her short, one word answers. So I thought I'd see what she's thinking by asking a more specific question.
"What are you wearing?" I typed.
"A tank top and shorts." came the reply. "Should I take anything off for you?" it continued.
"Whoa!" I thought. Things were quickly looking good, so I told "Tracy" that my jeans seemed to be getting a little tight.
"Big bulge?" she asked.
"BIG Bulge!" I responded.
"Cool" was her come back.
I decided that now was a good time to release my increasingly optimistic dick from its restrictive confinement. As horny as I was, I couldn't wait. I opened my pants and pulled my semi-erect organ from my shorts allowing it unrestrained growth potential. As Tracy began describing the removal of her tee-shirt and the fondling of her tits, I stroked my cock to its full glorious capacity.
Suddenly, I sensed with a chill that I was not alone as I had thought. I turned around to see a very attractive blonde, about 25 years old, 5'7", 125 Lbs, wearing short cutoffs and a tight tank top. I had no idea how long she had been there.
I jumped up and pulled my pants closed as fast as I could, but I knew that from where she stood she had to have seen what I was doing. In fact, with the coy smile on her face, the thought occurred to me that she might very well have been enjoying it. But I was so startled and embarrassed that I could hardly consider the idea for very long. I could feel my face turning bright red as I apologized for what she saw. She apologized as well, explaining that although she knew that the store was closed, the door had been found to be unlocked, so she came in to see if someone was still here.
She kept glancing at my groin area, but whatever might have impressed her a moment ago had quickly returned to a normal state. Feeling like a complete idiot, I again apologized, as I now began to notice that this girl was quite gorgeous. Her braless natural breasts were firm and round and hardly contained by the skimpy tank top. Her long, slender, shapely, smooth and slightly muscular legs led to the cutest, firmest ass I think I ever saw. Her medium length blonde hair was full of body and just slightly curly. She had a beautiful smile and was very cute.
"How could I be so stupid?" I was thinking as I thanked her for her concern about the door. Under normal circumstances I would have been thrilled to have this woman in my store and would have loved to charm her with some friendly conversation, but as it was, I couldn't wait to show her the door and hope she could keep silent about what she had just seen.