Chatroom Encounter (Seven & Shariden)
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				Title: <strong>Chatroom Encounter (Seven &amp; Shariden)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 04:16:07</strong>
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				Eleven-thirty on a Thursday evening and the dorm was silent. Just the way Ryan Penn liked it. With a clap, he shut the textbook he had been reading for hours and placed it on the floor by his bed. He stood up with a grunt and stretched, his toned, supple body trembling slightly with the exertion after so many hours in a cramped position. His eyes caught the reflection of his bare torso in the full length mirror he kept on the opposite wall. The weather had begun to turn colder, which meant the heat was cranked up by a hundred degrees. Naturally. Until they fixed that, Ryan kept to a boxers only dress code while in his room.<br><br>Running a hand through the shock of dark brown hair that framed his handsome features, he figured he had been lucky to get the room at all in his third year at university. Rooms in general were prized here in the city, never mind single person rooms. It was a bit on the cramped side and the view outside wasn't exactly a glorious sprawl of lights, especially since he was merely on the fourth floor, but it was his and his alone. Which was very convenient when the urge hit. Still, a simple wank didn't appeal to Ryan at the moment. He cracked open his laptop and sat at his desk as it powered up. The webcam beside it winked on as well. He felt a familiar thrill run through his body as he opened the browser and headed over to AdultBabble.<br><br>The sexchat's various rooms were filled with the usual twenty-somethings and Ryan browsed through a few female profiles at random before entering any of them. He could always count on a few nice profile pictures. naughtyjenn21 had a snapshot of herself posing topless in the bathroom mirror while XxbiNinaxX was fooling nobody with a pornstar's picture. Then again with all the photoshopped dicks around, it was all fair play. His own was simply a picture of his torso, clad in a tight tee that outlined his six-pack. Ryan dismissed it all quickly as he searched for profiles without pictures, hinting at a newcomer. Scrolling through a list of people his age, one profile caught his attention immediately. <br><br>Teens and twenty-something were all well and good, but Ryan had found chatting with older women appealed much more. While many of them were just looking for a little textual fling or some casual chatting, there were bored housewives and curious mothers out there as well, who often desired something else altogether... they simply didn't know it until Ryan showed them.<br><br>A small smile made its way to his lips as he typed. <br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">RJ&gt; What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?</span><br><br>Somewhat on the corny side, but he shrugged and hit 'ENTER', sending the woman a private chat message.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chatroom Encounter (Seven &amp; Shariden)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 02:48:27</strong>
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				<em>Oh this one's a keeper...</em> Ryan thought with a small smile. A forty-three year old woman on a sexchat who didn't know what a MILF was, could only mean one of two things. Either she was one of those cam models and scam artists that plagued chats like these in an effort to get one's money, passwords, or both; or SunnyFields was a genuine, naive and curious housewife. Her profile had none of the tell-tale signs of a scam and lack of a picture spoke volumes. Ryan knew one had to stay on their toes in sites like AdultBabble... but this looked promising.<br><br><em>RJ&gt; Well, I hope I don't offend you, but to put it bluntly...<br>RJ&gt; Mother I'd Like to Fuck</em><br><br>Ryan felt a familiar tension spread through his body as he saw the words appear on screen. Somewhere miles away, a middle aged woman was reading his crude answer. He tried to imagine her reaction. A blush? Putting a hand to her mouth? A cynical grin? Licking his lips, he fired off one more line. There was a good chance SunnyFields wouldn't care for his cheekiness, but Ryan had found it a good way to separate the ones with potential and the wastes of time.<br><br><em>RJ&gt; So tell me, Sunny, are you?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chatroom Encounter (Seven &amp; Shariden)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 18:07:40</strong>
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				For a moment, Ryan thought he had pushed it a little too far. No reply came for several moments and despite himself, he could feel his pulse quicken ever so slightly with anticipation. At this point, he was either ignored or things took a turn for the interesting. <em>Patience...</em><br><br><em>SunnyFields&gt; I'm literally twice your age, you flirt.</em><br><br>He grinned. So far, so good; Sunny was still in the game. <br><br><em>RJ&gt; Well, we're both adults, right? I don't see anything wrong, personally.</em><br><br>Ryan fired off the reply, his confidence rising along with other things. The evening looked to become an entertaining one. Now it was time to see just how game Miss Sunny was.<br><br><em>RJ&gt; But if you feel you can't keep up... </em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chatroom Encounter (Seven &amp; Shariden)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 03:12:43</strong>
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				<em>RJ&gt; You have a way with words, Sunny. I'm really quite interested in taking you for a spin.<br>RJ&gt; I may be young, but I have an appreciation for the classics.</em><br><br>Ryan shifted himself in his seat in an attempt to ease the growing strain around the crotch of his boxers; the imagery she had evoked was most stimulating. He imagined he could almost hear the woman purr. Oh, Sunny was more than game, now to take things up a notch. <br><br><em>RJ&gt;&nbsp; If you're talking about hard riding, well, you could call it a specialty of mine.</em><br><br>He took a quick glance over at the webcam, considering; it was best not to rush it. There was time enough for putting on a show later. Instead, Ryan tried to imagine what the woman at the other end of the screenname looked like. A number of images ran through his mind, mostly actresses from MILF porn and amateur videos; if nothing else came of this little encounter, he'd at least have to try and get a picture from Sunny. <br><br>Right now, however, Ryan wanted to start getting to know Miss Sunny a little more intimately.<br><br><em>RJ&gt; I can't help but be a little curious about you, now... I'm trying to picture you, actually.<br>RJ&gt; Why don't you help me out a little, Sunny? For starters, what are you wearing?&nbsp; </em><br><br>His hand began straying to the front of his boxers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chatroom Encounter (Seven &amp; Shariden)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>02-11-2008, 22:26:49</strong>
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				<em>RJ&gt; Mmm... I'm picturing that right now...</em><br><br>Images of a fit and trim middle-aged woman flitted through Ryan's mind as he read Sunnyfield's reply. Apparently she was serious about maintaining those top quality parts. He considered his own answer briefly, again glancing at the webcam. Through chats, Ryan had discovered he was a bit of an exhibitionist; nothing quite excited him in these chatrooms than putting on a show for the ladies. He drummed a finger across his desk; Sunny had shown she was game... <br><br><em>RJ&gt; Just a pair of black boxers for me - when I'm on here, I like to be... comfortable.</em><br><br>Ryan let that sink in a few seconds before adding:<br><br><em>RJ&gt; That and whoever runs my dorm apparently cannot feel heat. Everyone's just slowly baking.</em><br><br>Leaning back in his seat, Ryan considered his next move. Tact was not necessarily his strong point... but nothing ventured, nothing gained.<br><br><em>RJ&gt; Still... maybe I can give you a better picture<br>RJ&gt; If you're up for it</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chatroom Encounter (Seven &amp; Shariden)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>02-11-2008, 23:43:25</strong>
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				There was always the chance Sunny didn't quite realize what he was implying, Ryan figured, his fingers fiddling with the waist of his boxers. Then again, from their brief correspondence, he got the impression she was sharp if a little naive. He placed the webcam at a certain level and went through the motions before sending Sunny a link to the live feed. <br><br><em>RJ&gt; better?</em><br><br>Ryan sat back, the camera capturing him from the neck down, revealing his bare, taut chest. Less than innocently, he brushed a hand down from the line between his pectorals and across his well muscled abdomen, to rest just at the waistband of his underwear. Just below, at the edge of the camera' field of view, a sizable bulge strained the fabric of his boxers. <br><br>His heart hammered and the flush of blood just slightly tinted his tanned skin. There was nothing boyish about his body and Ryan took some measure of pride in his physique. Three years of high school basketball and countless hours in the gym had packed toned muscle into his lean frame. He liked to make it worth it, so to speak, for all the bored and curious woman like Sunny who perhaps just wanted a little change from the constant sight of their husbands who had let themselves go over the years. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chatroom Encounter (Seven &amp; Shariden)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 03:14:03</strong>
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				Ryan smiled briefly, continuing to toy with the waist of his boxers. He tried to picture Sunny again, in her tight little workout clothes, watching his body right now while her husband was away. Just the thought took the sexual tension in his body to greater heights. The urge to take it a little further, to the next step, was almost irresistible. He shifted a little in his seat, making the muscles of his abdomen ripple sleekly. The show had to go on.<br><br><em>RJ&gt; enlighten me sunny </em><br><br>On camera, his fingers hooked into the waistband of his underwear while Ryan's other arm stretched towards the keyboard.<br><br><em>RJ&gt; i want to know just how much better</em><br><br>Slowly, teasingly, Ryan tugged his boxers lower.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chatroom Encounter (Seven &amp; Shariden)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 04:22:27</strong>
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				<em>RJ&gt; just from conversation...?</em><br><br>As if to emphasize, Ryan flexed his hips slightly upwards, thrusting subtly at the camera. His breathing grew heavier as the moment he prized in these little sessions grew closer. Exposing himself fully to the person on the other side, revealing all to watchful eyes, excited him like nothing else. While he never had the urge to flash or streak, Ryan imagined the thrill was something similar to what he experienced. Licking his lips, he reached out once for the keyboard.<br><br><em>RJ&gt; now let me show you just how stimulated you get me</em><br><br>Hooking the fingers of both hands into the wait of his short, Ryan gave one swift yank downwards and let his cock spring forth, fully erect and anything but modest. Like the rest of his body, he took pride in his length and girth. Quickly pulling his boxers down and kicking them away, Ryan sat utterly naked, his manhood displayed proudly on camera. He ached to place his hands on it, to soothe its throbbing, yet he wanted an unfettered view for Sunny's eyes. Anticipation mixing with a sweet sort of agony, the young man stared at the monitor, his mind filled with the image of a middle aged woman staring intently at his cock. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chatroom Encounter (Seven &amp; Shariden)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 03:03:15</strong>
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				Ryan hissed softly through suddenly clenched teeth as he read Sunny's reply. His mind went wild with all sorts of thoughts concerning the woman on the other side. Suddenly, imagination wasn't enough. He spread his legs a little further apart, making sure his erect member was centered on the camera. Leaning back, Ryan placed a hand on his cock, gripping it firmly. With slow strokes, he began masturbating in front of Sunny. Up and down, up and down, his hand made the familiar motions, made so much more pleasurable with the knowledge someone was watching him. <br><br><em>RJ&gt; i want to know what you're doing with that other hand, sunny</em><br><br>Giving his shaft a firm squeeze, Ryan took his chances.<br><br><em>RJ&gt; or maybe you could show me...? </em>
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