He settles into the comfy armchair and balances the laptop on the armrest. His eyes keep glancing at the clock at the bottom of the screen. 7:57PM. Three more minutes. He is completely naked, in anticipation of the night ahead.
Last night, whilst trying to satisfy his desires, he had stumbled across an adult sex chat site. One happy accident followed another when the screen name belledelicious caught his eye. He had clicked on her name to engage her in a private conversation, and he was surprised when she had answered. Witty banter was exchanged, and he was pleased to find that she appeared clever, yet alluring. Feeling bold he typed
"I'd love to fuck your brains out belledelicious," and he had waited eagerly for a response.
What followed was unexpected and mind-blowing. They had made each other cum just from the words on the screen, the imagined scenarios and the desire to please. She was an eager participant in their 'screen fucking', wanting him; begging him to help her cum. His orgasm was intense and had left him satisfied, and all-too eager to do it again.
"Ok," she had typed. "8 o'clock tomorrow night."
And with that she had signed off, leaving him to bide his time. He had been eagerly anticipating 8pm all day, feeling his cock stiffen at the thought of her words, willing time to pass quickly. Now, at 7:59, he sits naked, his cock slightly twitching, waiting for belledelicious to appear on screen.
At 8PM exactly, he expects her name to appear. But nothing. He tries not to feel disappointment straight away. At 8:02PM he begins making excuses for her lateness.
"Perhaps she had trouble logging on" or "maybe she had to work late..."
At 8:04 his heart leaps when there is a sudden, bold knock on the door.
"Shit timing," he mumbles to himself, quickly grabbing a pair of shorts to pull over his nakedness.
He isn't expecting anyone, and he hopes it is someone he can be rid of quickly, in case belledelicious appears on screen.
Opening the door, he is surprised to find a slim, brunette woman standing there. Her dark hair cascades onto her shoulders, emphasising the blue of her eyes. She is dressed in a simple sleeveless dress shirt, and a pencil skirt which clings to her voluminous hips. His eyes linger longer than he intends on her ample 12DD breasts, which are accentuated by her sheer blouse, and black bra.
"Sorry I'm late," she breathes, smiling coyly at him.
Her dark red lips, full and smooth, pout at him and at this moment he can think of nothing but running his tongue across her lips. As if awakening from a daze he stammers
"Wait...what?"
She smiles at him again, and this time pushes past him through the door, into his living room. He glances nervously around. Although his apartment is neat, he certainly wasn't expecting company tonight. She eyes over the apartment, pausing to smile at the laptop left open on the armchair. She turns to him and smiles that wicked smile again, holding out her hand.
"Hi I'm Belle." Her voice is practically purring now, as he slowly registers the full meaning of what she is saying.
"What?" he struggles, "Who are you? Why are you here?" he feels slightly panicked as realisation sinks in.
"You are probably more familiar with me as Belledelicious, but seeing as we're friends, I figure Belle is ok," she murmurs, winking at him.
