'True Romance'
Jen came in after the school run and jumped into the shower. She was meeting James at 9.30am and wanted to ensure she had enough time to wash her hair and apply make-up before their session. If she was in the mood she would take photographs in advance, just to whet his appetite. Cleavage shots always went down well and if she'd shaved her legs she took shots of her ankles slipping out of stilletos.
9.30am came and Jen sat up in bed in a grey silk dressing gown and her tablet on a cushion in front of her. She logged in to Kikster and waited for him to come online. He wasn't always punctual and let her down sometimes but she didn't care. She had 3 toys fully charged, waiting on the pillow next to hers. If he was held up she'd spend a few minutes looking at breasts being fondled on Zgerbil and tease herself with the toys.
James was the best virtual fuck she'd ever known. She couldn't put her finger on why he appealed more than the rest. He'd been a soldier and the photo of him as a recruit on his profile had bowled her over. He'd the sexiest Scottish accent and in his face pics his full bottom lip was one she was just dying to get a grip on with her teeth and then bite.
He was online:
James: Hello Miss Jenny what can I do for you this morning?
Jen: Whatever you want. Do you want me to undress or would you like to do that for me?
James: Depends. What's the scenario? Indoors or out?
Jen: Do you know what I would like us to do? I'd like us to pretend we're on our first date. Boring I know, but can we do it? It might help for when we do it for real one day.
James: Venue?
Jen: Let's be traditional and go for a pub. The Flounders Arms at Blackbyers.
Jen wished she really did have an alcoholic drink beside her to give her confidence for their sexting but it was 9.45am. She'd soon relax. Once their made-up story got going she'd put one of her vibrating gadgets between her legs and everything else in her mundane and boring life would blur away.
IN THE VIRTUAL PUB
James: So what can I get you to drink?
Jen: Double gin and tonic, half a pale ale and a pint of diet . And no eating. No dinner. Eating comes after sex, not before it.
James: My vision is distracted as you cross your legs. Can't believe you came I say.
Jen: Why wouldn't I? I've been waiting for 10 months.
James: Drinks are on their way. I try to overtly move my chair closer to yours. Chatting is so easy with you.
Jen: I move towards you and place my left leg over yours. Buttons are undone at the bottom of my red corduroy dress.
James: I shower you with compliments and place my hand on your knee, seems natural.
Jen: My eyes fix on yours. I say How many hours have you left to fuck me? When is your last train home to Ezeter?
James: I still have my hotel key. I haven't collected my luggage yet. We can go there, and I can get the last train home.
Jen: All I want is your cock in my mouth, I know every vein, the shape of its head, its girth, its length. I know it from the photos and now I want to feel all that in the flesh. In my mouth, sliding over my tongue, poking around my inner cheeks. Stiff, rigid and oozing pre-cum which my tongue will savour.
James: In the lift in the hotel I drop to my knees and pop open more buttons on your dress. You place your thigh on my shoulder, thrusting forward your pussy. I stretch your gusset to the side and run my fingers through your pussy hair. My finger is in your slit feeling how hot and moist it is. My finger traces your groove back and forth nudging your clit at every pass.
Jen: I have a man up my dress and it feels fucking amazing. I grab your head by the hair and grind your face into my pussy, angling your head so your nose brushes my clit. We are about to reach the 8th floor. I wipe my cunt on your hair, pick you up by your collar and you rise to your feet just in time for the lift doors to open.
James: Sorry got to go, bloody tesco delivery here early.
Jen sat crestfallen in bed. She was just about to snap a crotch shot too. This was always happening. They'd arrange to meet online and something would crop up -work call, zoom meeting, delivery drivers...
She'd begun to suspect he was disappearing for a wank but they already had a special code for that. They would write dot dot dot (...) to indicate to the other they had gone to 'relieve' themselves. whoever came back first would help the other reach orgasm too.
As Jen sat with her phone wondering whether to go back to viewing tit fondling on trams her phone rang. It was her best friend Jacqueline.
'Hi Doll. How are you?'
Jen lied. 'I'm great Jacks. Just had a good session with James. That particular orgasm was a nine out of ten.'
"Well you know you've nae chance of getting a ten out of ten unless you actually meet him.'
"We were going to meet next Bank Holiday Monday but James says he's getting transferred to Collingwud in Farehan by the end of June, so we might as well wait until then.'
'Ah, continued Jacks. 'So he's moving closer to where you live. That's a good sign.'
'Yes! And it's only an hour and a half between Fareham and Brighton on the train. I'd be able to see him at the drop of a hat. ' Jen had already looked at the timetables for the route.
Jaqueline suddenly took on a more serious tone: 'Jen. I read an article online about Romance Tricksters'. I think you need to read it before you get any more sucked in to your imaginary romance with a soldier veteran.'
Jen got up off her bed and walked over to the window. She pulled tight her robe and sat at her dressing table, busying herself with her jewellery box. No one was going to tell her what she had with James wasn't real. She was an educated woman with a degree in social science. She wasn't the type to be taken in by someone fake.
But Jacqueline went on..'Some of these won't apply to you Jen , but others will. Here's the top 8 tricks a conman will try:
1. They will tell you they've never met anyone like you. You have so quickly become the love of their life.
2. They will get you off the dating site and talk to you on an anonymous platform.
(Yes thought Jen. I met him on Funzingers but he redirected me to Kikster pretty quickly)
3. They will pretend they have a very special job, a lot pretend they are in the military.
(Shit, Jen thought, that's him. But I've seen a photo of him in his uniform, it must be true.)
4. As well as playing hero they will like to play victim. They can even say they have a terminal illness or rare disease.
(Jen visibly blushed at this one. No, she thought. It can't be. He had said he had Amyloidosis, a very rare disease. once you were diagnosed you lived for about ten more years. As he was diagnosed in 2015 he said he had around 4 years left. Jen had thought about 'bucket list' trips and activities they could do.
5. They will say they are moving home to be closer to you. Not now, but soon. (Jen shrugged this off. His work was transferring him. He hadn't initiated it. It was for a job with more money. It was true, he'd been packing stuff into boxes he'd told her.)
6. Their long term motive will be to extort money, possessions, or assets from you. They may say they need funds for an operation or travel tickets.
(Jen sighed in relief. He'd not asked her for money).
Jacqueline carried on reading:
7. Their motive may not be monetary. They may wish to obtain pictures and images for you which they can swap with others or post on picture sites.
Jen GULPED. Though the picture swapping had been initiated by her the kind of images he was asking for were getting more and more explicit. He'd slip in requests during their sexting. When she was talking about her throbbing swollen cunt taking in the toy he'd say 'Show Me.'
She'd say NO and then he'd go distant, sometimes disappearing altogether as though he was punishing her. Or simply losing interest.
Cracks were beginning to appear in the images of him she had in her mind. Could he really be something other than what she thought? But he wasn't pushy. He was polite and well-mannered. Shy, even. He didn't fit the profile of a romance scammer? Did he? Jen felt queasy.
'I've got to go Jacks, that's the tesco delivery at the door.'
Jen sat on the stool at her dressing table and let the phone fall from her hands. She had a lot of thinking to do. She looked at her relection in the mirror. A pale trembling woman looked back at her, with confusion in her eyes. |
