You go about your daily routine playing on the computer when ever you get bored. You surf the web and play games with total strangers. The urge to chat with un-known ladies and men grabs you. You enjoy being able to meet people without ever physically creating a bond with them. You may be one of the thousands that just chat for the adventure of getting to know someone new. You may also be one of the many that enjoy being able to flirt with the interesting guys that also is looking to flirt with you.
What type of internet chatter are you?
You're a flirt most likely if you ever read this story. You may want to turn back before it's too late! Don't read this story unless you have the urge to be touched by one of those many sexy guys that you have flirted with in chat.
You sit there in a safe chair watching the digital pixels bounce around on your monitor. You can flirt with a guy across the country or next door. The safety of the all mighty internet allows you type things and tell things to the stranger without worrying he will ever find you. You tell him sexual fantasies and give descriptions of the type of underwear you like to wear. The pixels glow red from the steam you each provide for each other. He creates a warmth deep inside you that you wish would be reality.
What would happen if he ever discovered the real you?
Would you even know it was him in reality?
What if he showed up where you work with flowers?
Could you remember his features described in the pixels enough to focus on him in front of you?
Probably not!
What if he chatted with you enough to know your inner most thoughts? Would you run away from the pixel man if he showed up at your front door step one night? These are the questions you need to ask yourself before letting me in the front door. You probably would not even recognize me if I did show up to visit you.
WARNING! This is all made up fun (I'm not a true hacker).
Part 1
You go about your daily routine that includes going on the internet. The chatting has become a way for you to get away from the daily stresses of your life. Over the last month you have been chatting with a stranger that turns you on tremendously. He knows your secret fantasies and has tried to seduce you numerous times. You can't decide if you want him in your head. It may be too late for that to happen. I've discovered more things about you then you could ever dream about letting me know. I'm the computer hacker! While you sit and flirt, my fingers search you out and discover your hidden identity. The pixels have become my friends while I cut into programs to pull out secrets.
Your computer has a mind that I've tapped into to learn more about you. You sit happy and ready to share secrets with me. You have no idea that I already know who you are.
I've sat in my truck watching you go about your daily routines. I even rubbed up against you at the local shopping mall. You looked into my dark eyes and smiled. You had no clue who I was. I could smell the sweet perfume you told me you wore. I could picture you in the sexy bra and panty set you told me you wore. My mind spun with the thoughts of how your firm breasts looked in reality after being told about them in chat.
Should I have stopped you and told you who I was?
Would you have ran away from me?
I let you walk away smiling instead of telling you.
We continued to chat more and more about your desires each night. I lived in chat with you and in reality watching you. You lived your life with me only in your mind. We meet again for a few minutes at the local movie theater. You were walking up a dark corridor just after the movie was over. The lights had not come on since the credits were still showing. I made sure to get close to you while leaving the show. I walked behind you only a step away. You stopped suddenly and turned around. You could only see my broad shoulders and thick hair from the glare of the screen. You could smell the polo sport I was wearing that night.
I have no idea why you turned around, but we stopped with you pressing up against my chest with your firm breast. You looked up into my intense eyes to see if you knew me. You tried to apologize to me for bumping into me. Your hands reached up to push yourself off my chest. You could feel my solid chest just beneath a polo shirt. You hesitate for a second too breathe deeply to enjoy my scent. Your eyes are close and stand close to me for a second to enjoy your breasts pressing against me. I lean closer to you and whisper in your ear. You're a beautiful lady! You feel a tingling rush up your entire body as you feel my cock get hard instantly inside my pants. You lean closer to me for a fraction of time that seems to last minutes. You feel my heat and breathe on your neck before reality takes over. The rush of people in the isle has brought us both back to reality. You smiled and rushed off with the group. We continue to flirt with each other in chat for many nights.
I send you a bogus email selling you discounted rate on computer services. My probing into your computer brain allowed me to learn all your account information and some of your passwords. That's how I was able to send you emails.
You delete the first group of bogus emails without ever realizing they were from me.
The next emails were configured to attach to your permanent memory. They could not be deleted by conventional methods. I now had your computer and you at my mercy.
You continued to flirt with me over the next week. I made sure to focus on what would happen if we ever met. I got you to tell me secrets that would happen if we meet in person. You were sure that I would never meet you. So you continued to let me get into you mind more.
I devised a plan to actually meet with you at your home. My virus that I planted in your computer sat harmless until I activated it. You were left with a processor that acted crazy. I sent out my bogus email offering discount computer repair work. You became so agitated with your computer that you decided to get help fixing it. The computer repair contract required you to send it off for diagnostics. Computer repair shops were booked up. You also didn't have anyone else you knew that fixed computers. So you were down to the bogus repair offer I sent you. You sent me an email to request a quote. I emailed you back saying that I may be able to help, but my schedule was very busy. I called you back on the phone. I offered to come by after I got off work to look at it. You were so tired of the computer messing up, that you agreed to let me look at it. We agreed that I would come by your home one night during the week. What you didn't know was I had mapped out your routines already.
I knew what day you would be alone and for how long. I made sure to call you on the day I knew you would be the only person home.
I called you at 4 p.m. one evening to set up a meeting time. You were not happy that I had to come over at 6 p.m. on a Thursday night. I told you that it would be the only time I would be free. You had yet to find anyone to help you work on your computer. So you agreed to meet with me.
I arrived at your front door just after the sun went down. You look out the peep hole before acknowledging your presences.
I'm standing with the light showing in my face. You can see my intense brown eyes and strong, wide, shoulders. You hesitate! You ask yourself a simple question. Should I let this stranger into my home? The next question you ask yourself. Have I ever meet this man before?
You decide to let me in since I'm so handsome and look harmless. We greet each other at the door. I walk past you and you inhale a familiar scent. It has been a week since we encountered each other in the movie theatre. Your memory is playing games with you now. You remember the scent made an impression on you, but you can't remember when and where.
You watch me as I turn around in the house to watch you. I can tell by your puzzled look you are trying to remember. You lead me to the computer. I sit down and start typing on the keys.
You stand behind me watching as I enter diagnostic codes. You lose track of what I'm doing. You decide to instead watch me. You watch the back of my neck and my ear. You trace my strong jaw down to my moist, red lips. You move a bit to the side to watch my eyes as I touch keys on the board. My strong arms and hands move across the keyboard with ease. You can tell I'm very good with computers. I can feel your presence just inches behind me. I breathe in deeply to take in your smell. My eyes close for a second to picture you naked. You ask me if everything is alright. I say that it may take awhile to get the permanent memory cleaned up. I recommend that you go about your business while I sit and work.
You decide to watch television in the other room while I act like I'm fixing your computer. What I'm really doing is finding out more secrets about you. My fingers probe the memory to discover what I could not access from the internet. I discover secret pictures of you and emails that you have typed to other guys. Fifteen minutes have passed and you come back in the room. I tell you that it should only be 20 minutes more before I have it fixed. You smile and thank me ahead of time. You mention that you're supposed to be at an office party in one hour. You decide to leave me working on the computer while you get ready for the party.
I can hear water running somewhere in the house. I know you must be getting ready to take a shower. I listen intensely to the pitch of the water. When I hear the pitch change I get up from the computer. I walk through the house until I get to your bedroom door. You have locked it to make sure I don't bother you while you're bathing. I quickly pick the lock and slowly open the door. You're in the bathroom with the door slightly ajar.
I can hear you moving around in the large, glass shower. I move towards the door to look for you. You're standing in the shower with a head full of shampoo. I push the door open a bit to make sure I can see your entire body. You never notice the door open since you have shampoo in your eyes. I watch your breasts while the shampoo runs over them. You turn and allow me to enjoy your lower back and firm ass. I enjoy the shampoo running down your stomach towards your belly button. The shampoo slowly runs into the small opening below your abdomen. Your long legs flex as you rub the shampoo into your hair.
I can see you arch your back and raise your chin to enjoy the feeling of your fingers in your hair. The steam is now filling up the shower. You slide under the hot flow of the water to rinse the shampoo out of your hair. I watch your body as the hot water caresses it. Your nipples get hard when the water tease them. I watch you rub liquid shampoo all over your body. You brush your hand up against your nipples and I can see you flinch with pleasure. I stand just outside the bathroom door watching you rub yourself. The steam has allowed me to hide just outside your view. You rinse all the soap off and turn the water off. I slide across the room to the door. I open the door to leave and the hinges make a loud noise. Did she hear that I wonder?
You stand just outside the shower in the steam. One towel wrapped around your head and another one in hand. Yes, you did hear the audible noise from the door. The noise catches you off guard. Who could it be?
You cover up before walking to the bathroom door. The bedroom door is closed and you reach to check the lock. Yes it is locked still. You wonder to yourself if you really heard the door. You put on a t-shirt and shorts before leaving your room.
You find me sitting at the computer watching the monitor. I hear you and turn around as you enter the room. You look at me trying to figure out if I was trying to get in your room. My eyes are still tense and deep. You ask me if I'm about done. I tell you that I only have one more thing to do.
You watch me as I bring up the virus list and destory them. I tell you that the computer is good as new. I also bring up the question about chat rooms. I ask if you have ever gone on a chatting site. Should you tell me the truth?
I mention to you that most viruses are attached to those types of links. You tell me yes. I also ask you how often you visit them. You're afraid now that I'm not just a line of pixels asking questions. You decide to tell me the truth. I mention to you that I found hidden pictures of you. You start to get angry at me before I explain my intentions. I tell you that I install blockage software to keep your computer happy. You smile and say thank you. I also tell you that I visit chat rooms also. You ask me which ones. I tell you about the same ones that you visit. We actually talk a few minutes before I tell you my screen name.
You almost collapse when you realize that I'm the guy you have been telling your secrects too for the last two months. I ask you what your screen name is. What are you going to do now? Are you going to tell me the truth or lie.
If you lie, I may leave and you will never realize what could happen between us. Tell the truth and you may noy be able to keep your clothes on for long. Don't read part 2 if you decide to lie and run away. Part 2 will be an exciting adventure in the forbidden.
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