Chapter One: Introduction
Over the past few years, I've met a lot of people online. Many of those people became fairly good friends even though we've never meet in person. A few became a part of my life offline as much as they were online.
However, no one took me on an adventure quite like the one Chantal did. This is her story as much as it is my story.
Chantal is an amazing young twenty-one year old woman. She has an incredible confidence about herself. She has this smile that says, "I'm going to have fun, fuck you if you don't like it." The first time I met her, she came bouncing over to me in a downpour and gave me this hug that immediately hooked me. She just has this energy around her.
Oh, and did I mention that I think she is absolutely beautiful? She has short, choppy blonde hair, eyes that gaze into your soul, a neck that just screams to be kissed, and a body that I simply crave. She is five foot three inches, weighs about 120 pounds, and has a perfect thirty-four inch chest. She's always telling me that she would like to have her breasts done surgically, but I thing they're perfect just as they are. Chantal also loves tattoos and piercings. She has her tongue, both nipples and her bellybutton pierced.
The first time I saw her picture was while scanning some profiles online. She had a picture displayed on the profile page and I just stared at it for an eternity. I knew I wanted her, but doubted that I would have a chance of even getting her attention.
You see, I'm nothing special in the looks department. I've never had a problem attracting women, but usually it's because they see me as a nice guy. Women find me easy to talk with, to share their needs with. They don't necessarily swoon over my physique or my looks. Not that I'm hard to look at, just not a Tom Cruise. The women I usually hook up with are the ones who chat with me for awhile. My sense of humour, my passion and my ability to communicate generally bring certain women into my arms.
So, I figured that if I had any kind of shot with Chantal, I would have to use the angle that she liked erotic stories. I've written a number of stories that are based simply on fantasies, and perhaps one of them would strike a chord in her.
The problem was, I forgot to send her a story. I don't remember exactly what I said, but it was something about how she probably gets a tonne of email, mostly from guys who can't put two sentences together, and if she wanted to chat with someone who loved to express himself through erotica, then to drop me a line. Oh, I also probably mentioned about a dozen times that I thought she was gorgeous.
I was shocked when she replied. Over the next few weeks, we began chatting online from time to time. Chantal only has a computer at work, so we could only chat during the daytime. Sometimes we would chat for a few hours and then not connect again for a few days. Weekends always sucked, because I wouldn't hear from her at all.
At some point during this chatting, I did manage to send her one of my stories. It's an intense story about a man who finds his wife cheating on him. As a result, he begins his own affair, all the while keeping tabs on what his wife is doing. It's a powerful story and I've been asked many times if it is true. I've had people email me and ask me if I kicked the shit out of the guy who was fucking my wife, and other email like that.
After I sent her the story, we chatted a few more times. She never mentioned the story, so I figured that she didn't like it or just deleted it. No big deal. Then we lost touch for about four days. A few times I thought of emailing her, but decided not to bother. If she wasn't interested, she wasn't interested. I was disappointed because she was an amazing woman with a sense of humour very similar to my own. Not only was I totally turned on by her, and lusted after her, I liked her company. But, if it isn't mutual, then that's life. Most online communications die out after a few weeks, and you just go on.
I was shocked, then, when I received this email from her in the middle of the week: Holy Shit Rob...You have neat stories!! I hadn't read this one...I've been so busy....But let me tell you that it completely aroused me!!!! If you have more I'm more then willing to read them....Damn Rob!!....
Just one question.....Did crystal really cheat on you?? I mean....is that really how you found out??
I'm just curious.....anyway...hit me back...I want more details...and things have slowed down here....so I'm a little more flexible to chat.....if you want.....
Later sexy
I replied to her that the story wasn't true, but that some of it is based on actual events. She replied back, and we were back in business.
We decided to get together and go for a ride on my Harley-Davidson motorcycle over lunch that day. I tried to convince her to take the rest of the day off, but she made it clear to me that we were only going for a ride, and I had to promise to bring her back to work. Reluctantly, I agreed.
I headed out on the bike to pick her up. It was a cloudy day, threatening to rain, but I figured we'd chance it. Five minutes from Chantal's work, though, the sky opened up and it absolutely poured. I mean, I was drenched. As I pulled up outside her work, she wasn't there, and I was sure she wouldn't show up with the rain coming down as hard as it was. I pulled up under a tree and tried to shake off some of the water. I couldn't believe the shit luck and laughed at how lousy a first impression this was going to be.
Suddenly she came bouncing down the front stairs of her building. I immediately knew it was her. She looked exactly like her picture. Well, not exactly. She was much more beautiful in real life. She came right over and gave me a hug and said, "I didn't think you would come in this rain."
"Well, it wasn't raining when I left." I replied.
She walked over to my bike and began to admire it. It is a very cool chopper style Harley, and I'm very proud of it. I like it when others take notice of it. It's a part of me.
We then went over to her building and stood in the doorway, waiting to see if the rain would stop. I was trying to act cool, you know, the biker image thing, but I knew I was being a geek. I just stared at her, continually commenting on how beautiful she was.
She then did something that I consider a major turn on. She blushed. I know what you're thinking, blushing is a major turn on to you? It is. I look at it this way. I like confident women. I like a female who isn't afraid to share her fantasies, her feelings and her opinions. Yet at the same time, I like a woman who isn't so confident about herself that I don't matter. I want her to be confident to try something, but still feminine enough to jump into my arms when unsure about it. Blushing tells you that about someone. A person who blushes is a person who can become embarrassed, or a little unsure about her actions. I'm not talking about someone who simply blushes every time you say hello. That's likely a shy, introverted person. I talking about someone who is confident, outgoing, aggressive, yet still blushes from time to time. That is damn sexy.
Chantal was damn sexy. And I desperately wanted to kiss her at that very moment. But I held back because I had promised her that I would not make any moves on her unless she first showed me she wanted me to.
So, we chatted, under the doorway to her work, waiting for the rain to stop, or at least slow down. And finally it did.
We headed back to the bike and put our helmets on and took off. As we headed out of the downtown core, I felt Chantal's hands pressing against my hips. Every once in a while she would press her body tight to mine, and it felt wonderful.
We turned onto a highway that ran along a river and began to enjoy the ride. It was still a wet ride, with the spray flying up from the cars ahead of us, but it just didn't seem to matter to me. I was having the time of my life, doing two of my most favourite things, riding my Harley and spending time with a beautiful woman.
I'm a huge fan of soft touching, and would slowly run my left hand up and down Chantal's leg. Her hands moved over my legs, teasing me with how close she would bring them to my crotch before moving them away again.
As we rode along, I knew I needed to find a place to pull over. A place that was somewhat secluded. A place where I could at least feel this woman tight against my body. I also needed to wipe the rain off of my shades so I could see the road.
