0 comments/ 22517 views/ 1 favorites A Long Distance Affair By: IrishRose1215 I met a friend over the internet; I was happy and excited to be talking with someone new. He asked me if I’d take a look at an erotic story that he had written and give some helpful advice about it. This made me happier to help a fellow author with some writing. Though I consider myself to still be a novice in my own writing skills, I’ve always had an eye for catching certain mistakes others make while writing, and I took on the project with zest. After speaking with him a couple of times about the story, that initial formalness that people have when first beginning a friendship eased, and we began to speak more on a personal level. We talked about ourselves, what we do, where we live, you know the normal things people talk about. I found that every time I read a letter from him I liked him just a little bit more. A couple of months into our friendship I got a letter that shocked me. In the letter he asked if it would be alright for him to fly to the states and see me. I have inherited one of the unfortunate stereotypes of being a child born in Generation X, practical thinking. The thought of his spontaneous ness frightened me, though there was something in me that kept saying, “Just do it Jessi! It’ll be fun.” I wrote him back with my concerns: “David, I’m not sure if that would be the right thing to do. I mean, we only just met a few months ago, and I don’t see how you or I could know each other well enough for you to just up and leave Australia to come to Missouri.” I sent the note and waited anxiously for his reply. In my nervous condition it seemed as though the note took ages to appear in my inbox, though it was really only a matter of minutes. I opened it and read: “But Jess, that’s just it. How could we get to know each other unless we meet? Yeah talking over the net is fine, but it’s better to see the person face to face.” I sighed deeply at his reply and got up to go get another cup of coffee, instead of answering his response. I really needed more time to think about this, but I knew that if I didn’t respond to him quickly then he’d probably think me rude. I sat down, sipping my hot coffee as I looked at the black words printed on the screen. That little part of me started pushing again, “come on Jessica, you know you really want to do this. You know you find it to be exciting. You need to do it, put some zest back into your humdrum life!” I listened to my little voice and punched the reply button on the computer. “Okay, fine, let’s do it then. When could you be here?” Again, I waited nervously; he responded that he could take a vacation in a week. We set it up to where I’d meet him at the Kansas City Airport a week from Friday. I was on pins and needles waiting the day that I would meet him for the first time. I couldn’t help thinking to myself that I had made a mistake in inviting this man that I really didn’t know to my own home. I knew even though we were going to be with each other for a week that this was still going to be a long distance relationship. He had priorities in Australia and me, here, in Missouri, so this short fling would not last. I also couldn’t help but think that maybe we wouldn’t like each other when we were face to face, and that his trip might be a wasted one. But through all this tribulations I was still very excited to see him and when the day finally arrived for me to pick him up I was the most excited that I had been in a very long time. It took me most of the day to get ready. I soaked in the bath for an hour, and took another hour to fix my hair. I took special care to curl each one of my long red tresses, to give some bounce to my usually fine straight hair. It took me another half an hour to do my make-up. I gave special attention to my mouth and eyes, the two features I find to be my best. I made sure that the brown eye-liner curved around my slightly slanted cornflower blue eyes just right to give the allusion that they were bigger than what they really are. The light red lipstick I choose showed off the fullness of my lips, and the pout to my lower one quite nicely. It took me another hour to choose something to wear. I finally settled on a form-fitting light beige sweater, a pair of straight-legged jeans, and beige high heels. I stepped in front of the mirror to check myself. I nodded and smiled at my own reflection. The tight sweater, stopping right above the jeans, showed off my hour glass figure very well, and the heels gave my, normally five foot self, at least four more inches in height, in all I looked good. I arrived at the airport early. I stopped in the coffee shop and got a mocha, and then went to find something to read while I waited for the announcement that the plane had arrived. While sitting in the terminal waiting area I looked at the novel that I had picked up. I couldn’t focus on it, I kept staring more at my watch, and decided that time had finally stopped. I glanced up and saw two men seated in the chairs facing me. They seemed to be together, probably taking a business trip, and they didn’t hide the fact that they were staring at me. I couldn’t hear what they were whispering about but their body langue let me know that it was about me. When one of the fellow’s eyes came into contact with mine, I smiled and nodded, then rolled my eyes and looked back down at my novel. It was not uncommon for me to receive this type of attention from the opposite sex, but I wished that these men could have been a little more secretive for their apparent lust towards me, especially today. I was too nervous to endure the natural behavior of men. I practically jumped when I heard the oh-hum voice of the announcer come across the speakers indicating the flight to Kansas City from Australia was unloading. I made my way to the gate and held my breath. I watched as people got off the flight, some going straight to pick up their luggage, others finding people they were suppose to meet. I began to get dishearten when the number of people began to slow down. I thought maybe he had decided not to come, but finally there he was the last person off the plane. I was stuck, I didn’t know whether to run up to him or wait. He spotted me and began to walk towards me. I felt my knees give out as I played it off with a big smile. My heart pounded, and my head became dizzy from the excitement and the fear of seeing him in person. I couldn’t look at him directly, so instead I looked up at his dark hair, and I figured it would at least give the allusion that I was looking directly at him. When he came within arms length, he scooped me up into his arm giving me a big hug. I hoped he didn’t feel my heart pounding hard in my chest as I hugged him back and gave a little giggle at the strength in which he hugged me. He broke the hug and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed with a mixture of embarrassment and sexual desire that was starting to build in me from seeing this handsome man in person for the first time. He moved away from me, holding me at arms length, like a father would, and looked me up and down which made me blush more. He gave a low whistle and a slight movement of his eyebrows let me know that he approved of what he saw. “Wow Jessi! You look great!” I giggled again. I’ve always hated the fact that I giggle. It seems so childish to me, but when I’m nervous I can’t help it. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” He nudged my chin with his fingers and winked. This caused another giggle and I looked down now in embarrassment from giggling so much. “Shall we go get my bags?” I looked back up, relieved that he ignored my embarrassment and nodded my head. We went and grabbed his luggage and started heading for the car in silence. But it was a comfortable silence unlike most quietness between two people that have met for the first time. When we got into the car he clapped his hands down on his knees and turned to me smiling. “So what’s the plan?” “Well, I figured that you’d be rather tired after all the flying so I’ve decided to take you back to my house and make dinner for you. Instead of trying to fight the crowds to go out.” “That sounds great. I am a bit tired.” “Well I’ll tell you what then. While I’m preparing dinner you can take a nap. Restore your energy.” “Yes, looking at you I figure I’m going to need all the energy I can get.” I playfully slapped his hand, “Oh stop!” The airport is an hour away from where I live and we spent the drive in that comfortable silence. He watched the scenery, though there really isn’t much to look at, and he controlled the radio. He flipped through the FM channels until he found a song he was interested in and then turned the radio up full blast. When we pulled up in my drive I looked at him. I could tell he was tired, his eyes drooped, and his mouth turned in. I smiled; he was cute when he was tired. “Well, you ready to take that nap now?” “Most definitely.” We entered the house and he went straight for the couch. I gathered up extra blankets and pillows and tucked him in. He smiled as he watched me busy myself with making him comfortable. Once I was sure I had done a good job I lifted up and looked at him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down towards him. He kissed me more passionately than I was expecting. My first reaction was to pull away but I fought it off and returned the kiss. I broke it and pulled back smiling. “Sweet dreams.” “They will be.” I kissed his forehead and got up to go into the kitchen. As I prepared dinner I thought about the man that was lying on my couch. I thought about the fact that I had only been with him for a couple of hours and I already felt a sexual attraction to him. Usually it would take me a couple of days before I felt anything for someone, but then I couldn’t get the words of all his e-mails out of my head. This had to be the reason for the attraction; I had already been with him several times. Through words we had touched each other, through pictures we had seen each other naked, and so through fantasy what he had come here for had already been done. This made me slightly nervous. Words can be better than actual actions and I hoped that when the time came, when we finally lay down together, that he wouldn’t find my performance bad. I shook my head to get these thoughts out. When dinner was done and laid out on the table I went to wake him up. I called his name several times with no response. I came closer and shook his shoulder. He rolled and moaned lifting the blanket up over his head. “David. Come it’s time for dinner.” I shook a little harder and he peaked out from under the blanket. He closed his eyes again and threw the blanket up. “Come on sleepy head it’s time to eat. Aren’t you hungry?” His voice was low with his sleepiness. “Yes.” “Then come on.” “But I’m comfy! Five more minutes.” He peeked out of the blanket again smiling. “Dinner will be cold in five minutes.” I put my hands on my hips and tapped my foot. He moved, turning over onto his back, and with one quick movement grabbed my arm and pulled me down on top of him. I let out a squeak, the fast movement scaring me. I looked down at him to see him smiling. “Now I can sleep better.” “Don’t go back to sleep! Dinner is getting cold!” He shut his eyes and pretend snored. I tried to squirm out of his grasp but he tightened his arms around me. I let out a small frustrated growl and pulled up. “Come on! Get up!” I heard him holding back his laughter and I smiled. He opened his eyes again and pulled my head down to his giving me another passionate kiss. A small moan escaped me as I felt his tongue flick across my lips. I quit fighting and released another moan as his hips thrust up slightly and I felt his hardness through the blankets. He broke the kiss but kept his hand in my hair, lightly running his fingers through it. “Okay, I’m ready to eat now.” He gave me a wicked smile, and I laugh as I moved off of him. At dinner we talked a little more but the conversation was lazy. We spoke as though we had known each other for years and the more we spoke the more comfortable I felt around him. After dinner we decided to watch a movie. He was still groggy from his flight, and I didn’t want to rush him out of the house if he was still tired. We decided on, “A Beautiful Mind.” I didn’t know if he had seen the movie and I warned him that the movie was long and some found it to be quite boring, but that didn’t seem to dissuade him into watching it. I came and sat on the couch with him as the movie started. I sat close and smiled when I felt his hand encircle mine. Half way through the movie he laid down again this time bringing me with him. I lay on my side with my back pushed up against his belly, and I smiled to myself when I realized how good I felt being in his arms. I turned around and looked at him after he had been quiet for a long time, I thought the movie might have put him back to sleep, since before he was making little witty comments about the characters and plot. He averted his eyes from the screen and looked down at me smiling. I smiled back, and he kissed me softly on the forehead. “Like the movie?” “Yeah it’s alright.” “Too slow for you?” “A little slow.” “It gets better toward the end.” “Really.” He gave me a, I really hope you aren’t shitting about that, look and I smiled. “I’m not shitting. It does get better.” “Well, I’ll just have to see about that.” I rolled my eyes and looked back at the TV. I became engrossed in the movie, it is a brilliant piece of work, and having it based on a true story is even better, in my opinion. As I watched the movie, I began to feel his hand moving on my thigh. I looked down at it and watched as his hand went from my leg to my inner thigh. I smiled to myself and moved so my legs fell open. His hand moved from my inner thigh to my pussy and my hips thrust up to meet his fingers. I wished then that I had worn a skirt instead of jeans. I moaned when I felt him push his hardening cock into my ass and I pushed back. I turned my head to look at him, and his lips went to mine. I moaned as he began to push his tongue in and out of my mouth. He broke from fucking my mouth, and moved his hand from my pussy. I pouted slightly, until I felt his hands at the base of my shirt. I quickly turned the TV off and sat up a bit so that he may take off my shirt. In seconds I was naked from the waist up, from the heat of the moment and the coolness of the room, my nipples stood fully erect. He took no time at all to close his lips around one. My pussy began to throb as his tongue flicked slowly across my nipple, and I moaned loudly as I felt his fingers begin to play with the button on my jeans. I slipped off my shoes and lifted my ass off the couch as he began to pull down my pants. He raised his head and looked down when he realized that I had no panties on. “No panties?” “Never liked to wear them.” He let out a soft moan with this piece of information and went back to sucking on my nipple. My body began to shake as his fingers found my hardened clit and began to move in slow circles on it. I shifted slightly in order to take off his clothes; I wanted him just as naked as I was. He seemed a little perturbed as I did this, since he had to stop his play with me, but he forgot all about it once I had taken his cock in my hands. He gave a moan as I began to softly stroke his thick long shaft. With his fingers on my pussy and his mouth wrapped around my nipple, I couldn’t help but feel the oncoming of an orgasm. I did not want to cum so quickly and moved off the couch on to me knees. He looked down at me surprised. “What are you...” “Shhhh..” I moved my lips to his cock as I let out the sound, and smiled as I felt it jump in my grasps. I released my tongue and left a thin line of spit up the shaft as I filled my mouth with the head of his cock. His hands came down into my hair as I slowly took the rest of his cock into my mouth, moaning as I felt it hit the back of my throat. I glanced up at him to see his face lit with desire and amazement as I took his cock even further down my throat. I kept his cock deep in my throat, quickly moving the muscles, milking him. His moans became louder, and his breathing faster and I pulled up, letting his dick slip almost completely through my lips. I flicked my tongue across the head, and moaned at the taste of pre-cum. I sucked just the tip for awhile, before I swallowed down the whole thing again. His hands clamped down in my hair as I took him down my throat. “God, Jessi, you give good head.” I moaned in response. I didn’t keep his cock buried my throat for too long this time, but began instead to bob my head up and down, fucking my own mouth with his dick. I felt his body tensing, heard him curse under his breath, and I smiled to myself, glad to be given him this pleasure. I felt his hips begin to move in time with me. He moved slowly, softly, and it wasn’t enough for me. He knew from letters that we had written that I like it just a little rough, but now I was going to have to remind him. I pulled up catching his cock in my hand as I let it pop out of my mouth. I stroked it hard but slow right under the head as I looked up at him. “Fuck my mouth David. Fuck it hard!” He looked a little apologetic, so I knew that he had remembered how I told him I liked it. He ran his fingers across my cheek. “But I don’t want to hurt you.” I smiled, “You won’t hurt me. Just do it. Please. It’ll turn me on so much.” He nodded but did not respond. I place his cock back in my mouth, and placed my hands on his hips. He began to pump, softly again, and I squeezed him. He thrust a little harder, and I squeezed him again. He finally gave in and began to fuck my mouth hard and fast, his balls slapping against my chin. I moaned loudly, letting him know how much I was enjoying it. His hand came back down in my hair and he pulled slightly. I smiled as he fucked my face, knowing now that he was enjoying it just as much as I was. When he slowed down, I popped his cock out of my mouth again, and ran it across my lips and cheeks, flicking my tongue out when I brought it back to my mouth. “See that was nice wasn’t it?” “Yes it was.” He laughed softly, as he watched me run his dick along me skin. “You’re a little bit of a slut, aren’t you Jessi?” He said it teasingly but I could hear the lust in his voice. “You haven’t seen slut yet David. This is just the beginning.” He moaned at my response and I moved off my knees and straddled his legs. I ran his hard prick across my clit, and we moaned in unison. I began to rub the tip of his cock harder and faster, I wanted to cum now. His eyes stayed down watching me masturbate with his dick. It didn’t take long before I felt the orgasm begin to wrap itself around me again. My eyes rolled back, I began to let out short low whimpers as the waves began to take over my body. But instead of bringing myself to a full blown cum, I shoved his cock into my pussy. I screamed as passion took over my entire being. My pussy clamped tightly around him as my juices began to shoot forth. His hands squeezed my hips hard. “Oh fuck. That’s amazing!” I wanted to smile at him or say something to him, but the orgasm wouldn’t allow it. Instead I moaned louder as my hands grabbed his shoulders tightly. I finally began to calm down and I opened my eyes and smiled at him as I moved slower, rocking back and forth, his cock still buried deep inside of me. “Liked that?” “Hell yeah.” “Good.” I gave him no more time to talk. I anchored my feet onto the couch, and began to bounce up and down, in a hard fashion. He didn’t allow me to stay this way too long before he moved me off of him. He positioned me on the couch, making me face the wall. He came up behind me, and thrust his dick deep and hard into my pussy. I moaned loudly as I felt his balls slapped against my clit. He held tightly to my hips as he pumped into me. I felt the onset of another orgasm and began to thrust with him, throwing my ass back as he pushed in. A Long Distance Affair Ch. 02 David and I kept up the e-mails after he went home, and one day while I was reading his words I thought to myself, "I'd love to see him again." I wrote my response and then began to daydream about seeing him. I decided that I would go to Australia, without a word to him that I was coming. I would surprise him, this time I wanted to play a game. I had loved meeting him, talking with him for the week that he was here, but I wanted to have some fun now and I devised the plan to do it. I wasn't really sure exactly where in Australia he was, but with a little detective work it wouldn't be hard to find out. In conversations with him, I found out the vicinity in which he lived but I didn't come out and ask him for his address. He would know something was up, and besides I liked playing, Jessica P.I. With the clues that I got from him, I booked my flight and hotel room then went shopping. I bought all new outfits for the trip, some that would look like I was just a tourist visiting the lovely country of Australia, some that looked as though I was a tigress on the prowl. I also bought a short, blonde haired wig to hide my long red hair that David would definitely recognize, and a pair of dark big circled sunglasses. On the day I stepped out of the airport and into the sunny crystal blue sky of Australia, I was dressed like a tourist. I had pulled my hair back from my face in a ponytail and wore a pair of jean shorts, tank top, and sneakers. I wore no make-up, I hadn't seen the point in putting it on for the long plane trip, but even without it I got many looks from the opposite sex. I found my hotel, with the help of a taxi driver and went up to my room. I pondered for a long time on how exactly I was going to do this. I knew I wasn't too far from where David had said he was and I wanted him to know someone was asking about him. I decided that I should get another wig, that way if he asked the description of the person who was asking about him, no one could be able to give my exact appearance and I didn't want to become the blonde till later in the game. I phoned down to the front desk and asked where I could find such a place. The helpful woman behind the desk gave me exact directions to a store and I was on my way. As I walked down the street I found it odd that I didn't feel drained from the long flight. I thought that I would have experienced jetlag, but then again my adrenaline was going at full speed, and that was probably what was keeping me up. I found the store with ease and purchased a long black wig. After paying for it I asked the woman behind the counter if she'd help me put it on. I'd never put on a wig before and needed to know exactly how to do it. She looked at me funny when I asked her. "Why would you want to cover up this pretty hair of yours?" "Oh. Well, I sunburn easily, especially the top of my head and I look real silly in a hat. So, this is to protect my head, and I've always wanted to know what I'd look like with black hair." I smiled teasingly at her and gave her a wink. She gave a little blush, cleared her throat, and helped me with the wig without another word. When the wig was securely on my head, I turned to her, producing a picture from my purse. "Hey. You wouldn't happen to know this guy would you?" She looked at the picture for a moment and I saw a flash of recognition in her eyes. "Why do you ask?" "Oh, I'm here to find him." "Why? What's he done?" "Nothing." I gave her that smile again and watched her face and neck blush. "Then why you want to know who he is." "I know who he is. I just want to know if you could give me a hint on his whereabouts. He isn't in trouble or anything so don't you worry about that." I placed my hand on her shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. I felt her body shake a little under my touch and thought to myself, "this is going to be easier than I thought if I can get everyone with my sex appeal." "That, there." She pointed to the picture. "Is David." "Yeah. I know his name. Do you know where I can find him?" "Well, I don't know him personally. His Mum comes in here from time to time to buy products and he has come in here with her a few times." "Okay. But you don't know where I can find him?" "No. He doesn't live with his Mum." I stopped asking my questions when the woman began to give me a scrutinizing look. I thanked her for her help, told her not to say anything about me to David's Mom if she happened to come in because I was here for a surprise. She understood what I meant and I hoped that she wasn't too much of a gossiper. I went back to the hotel. I had decided not to do too much searching today, it was already about evening time and my body was beginning to feel tired. I ordered in and watched some TV before I passed out from the exhaustion that I hadn't felt earlier. I jumped when I woke up, at first I wasn't sure where I was or why the hell my head itched so much, the itching is what made my eyes pop open. I realized that I was in a hotel room, and my head itched because I'd fallen asleep with the black wig on. I took it off and went into the shower. My head felt much better after it was shampooed and I hoped that the wig wouldn't make my head itch all day. I sat brushing out the black hair before I put my own up in a bun and put the wig back on my head. I sat looking at myself with the fake hair. The blackness of the hair made my already fair skin seem even whiter, but the wig did make the blue of my eyes more vibrant. I decided again, not to wear any make-up today, and dabbed my face with sunscreen before donning on a flower patterned summer dress and a pair of flat heeled sandals. I had told the lady in the hair care shop that I wouldn't wear hats, but I produced one from my luggage, a wide brimmed summer hat that matched the dress. I figured that the hat would help to hide my face while I went searching for David. I looked in the mirror and flipped the sides of the long black wig so that the hair flowered over my shoulders. I nodded to myself and smiled before I went to fetch some breakfast and much needed coffee. As I sat in the little restaurant inside the hotel, I looked over a tourist guide while I slowly ate a muffin and sipped a most wonderful cup of coffee. I looked up to see the manager of the place walking towards me. He invited himself to sit and smiled at me from across the table. "May I help you Sir?" I gave him a little smile and titled my head as if to say, "Who asked you to sit down?" "Everything to your liking?" "Yeah. The coffee is delicious." "Good, good. Here on holiday?" "I guess you could say that." He looked at me questionably but said nothing. "Where's your husband?" "I don't have one. Why would you ask?" "I figured a pretty lady such as yourself would have a beau." I laughed and said mockingly. "No beau. Though, I'm here to find one." "Really?" I could here the hope in his voice and I was about to shoot it down. I pulled my picture from my purse. "Know him?" He glanced briefly at the picture and I could see his eyes grow dark with the realization that I had no interest in him. "No." "You sure?" "Yeah." "Okay, then thank you." I made a little gesture with my hands to dismiss him and he got up slowly from the table. He gave me a look that said I was a bitch, but I just smiled and wrinkled my nose at him without a come back for the look. I didn't finish my muffin, I wasn't very hungry, and so I headed off to find David. In my wanderings and question asking for the next couple of days, I came to find out that he lived in a flat on the other side of town. I found the neighborhood and began walking the streets in search of an apartment building. As I walked down a street I noticed an older woman sweeping the walking path to her home. I stayed on the sidewalk and called to her, not wanting to surprise her by walking up beside her. She put down the broom and walked towards me. "What can I help you with Dear?" I took out the picture and showed it to her. "Do you know where I might be able to find him?" "Who? Dave?" "Yep." "He lives about two blocks down." She pointed in the direction she spoke of. "In an apartment complex right?" "Yes Honey, in a flat. "Do you know which complex or what flat number." "Oh there's only one complex. I don't know what number." I knew she was lying but I said nothing. "Oh that's okay. I can find that out. Thank you so much for your help Ma'am." "Nothing to it. But Honey, you know he's got him a girl right?" This was new to me, but I played it off. "No, but that doesn't matter." I smiled at her. "Okay. I was just thinking a pretty thing like yourself could only be finding Dave for one reason." She gave me a knowing wink, and I laughed. "No different reason." "Well, alright then. You have a good day now." "You too Ma'am." I watched as she went back to her sweeping and I felt a little bad that she had to do that herself. I also thought that if I was this close to David maybe I'd catch a glimpse of him while I helped this poor woman out. "Ma'am?" "Call me Evelyn." "Okay Evelyn. You need any help with that?" She looked up at me as though she was going to cry. "Honey that is music to my ears!" I walked over to her and took the broom from her aging hands and began to sweep the walk. She went inside and came back out shortly with iced tea, a drink I've never been to fond of but accepted graciously since she offered. She whistled when she saw that the sweeping was already done. "I need you around all the time." I laughed and tipped my drink to that. I sat on the rocking chairs with her for a while listening to her talk about children grown and moved on or too busy to see her and her husband, god bless his soul, who had died two years ago. I didn't say much, just smiled and nodded as she went on, happy to have made her happy with company. After awhile she turned to me. Her eyes grew narrow and I could see the vastness of aged knowledge in them. "Why are you looking for David?" I blanched. I didn't want to say that I was a friend, that might blow my cover, and since I had told her that I wasn't looking for him for other reasons because he had a girl my mind went totally blank. She spoke again before I could answer her. "You aren't from around here. He's never been anywhere…." Her words trailed off and she shook her head as though she were arguing with herself. "You can't be that girl from America that he went and seen. I mean, you are from America, but the way he described her, you look nothing like that." She gave me the right thing to say from that. "No, I'm not the girl. I'm one of her friends. He's talked about her?" Maybe there was way too much excitement in my voice with that question for she narrowed her eyes even more. "Yes, he has, all he talks about when he comes 'round here. What I can't see, is why she'd send a friend." Her lips pursed tightly as she looked at me, and I wondered if I hadn't made the mistake of finding his grandmother or another relative. "Is the girl, what's her name?" "Jessi." "Yeah, Jessi. Is something a matter with her?" "No." My voice was too tight I knew it but I couldn't help it. Plus I had a feeling that she knew I was lying. "Then why you here?" I cleared my throat and tried to make my voice as matter-of-factly as possible. "Jess knew I was coming here on vacation and she said that I should look David up cause he was a real fun guy to hang around with." She said nothing just nodded her head and patted my hand. I left shortly after that, and walked down to the complex that she said I could find David. I stared up at the building, wondering exactly which one was his. I thought about going in and finding a mailbox or something, but I couldn't move. I watched as a man walked out of the building and I stopped him. "S'cuse me." "Yeah?" "Could you tell me which number David lives in? I'm suppose to be meeting him and I've forgotten." "Oh yeah, he lives in flat number 2. Just walk in and it's on your right." "Thank ya Sir." "No problem." I saw him turn back and look me up and down as he kept going. "Flat number 2 huh? Good thing I didn't go in, he might have been walking out," I thought to myself, but all thoughts stopped as I saw David come out of the building with a girl on his left arm. I ducked behind a tree and watched them. I wasn't in hearing distance so I couldn't tell what they were saying, but the girl looked at him so lovingly that it almost broke my heart to think about coming in between them. My thoughts stopped, and I held my breath as they walked closer to me. I quickly pulled out a brochure from my bag and pretended to be looking at it as they walked in front of me and stopped. "Oh shit that's great." I thought, "Just stop right in front of me why don't ya. Crap! Just calm down Jessi Lynne, they won't notice you." And they wouldn't have if the girl hadn't run into me, knocking the pamphlet out of my hand. David quickly stooped down and picked it up, and I dropped my head so that the hat was covering my face. I plucked the paper out of his hand when he handed it to me. "Sorry 'bout that." The girl said. "Don't fret." I saw David's head whip around and look at me as he heard my voice. I said nothing more and quickly began to walk down the street. I heard him calling to me but ignored it. I had gone the other direction and now I was completely lost. I stopped in at a café and lo and behold not too much longer after I sat down David happened to walk in. "Fuck! This is just not my day!" I ordered a coke and something to eat, though, I doubted that I was going to be able to eat it. I couldn't keep my eyes from David and smiled to myself as I watched him lovingly stroke the girl's hair. My thoughts now centered around the fact that I should just give up, he had a girl, and there was no reason to cause heat between them. Though, I knew these thoughts wouldn't happen, I came here for something and I was going to get it. David noticed me as soon as my food arrived at the table. I saw as he gave the girl a "one moment please" sign and started to head towards my table. "Not now!" I thought, then looked down at my plate, good thing I had this food in front of me. I put some in my mouth as he came to the table, I kept my head down and my hand over my mouth, an action that I always do while someone is looking at me and I am chewing food. David looked at my hands, "fuck! My rings! I forgot to take off my rings!" Then I looked down and saw the silver Celtic cross hanging from my neck, another thing David took notice of. Jesus! Of all the trouble I took to hide myself my freaking jewelry is what's going to give me away! He didn't say anything but I saw a small smile play across his lips. "Are you the one who helped Evelyn with her yard work today?" I nodded my head as I quickly shoved more food in my mouth. "That was very nice of you, and my grandmother thanks you very much." I knew it; I knew she was kin to him! I made a gesture with my hand as if to say you're welcome, and put more food in my mouth. "Hungry are you?" I nodded and covered my face with my napkin as I smiled. "Are you also the pretty woman that has been asking about me all over town?" My face blushed, and I pretended to choke to hide the blush. He went to pat my back but I moved quickly and put up my hand to stop him. I shook my head no to his question. "Odd then? You look like the woman everyone is describing to me?" I shrugged an, its-a-small-world, shrug to that. "May I ask you what your name is?" With my mouth still stuffed with food, I answered. "Jacquelyn." "Jacquelyn?" I nodded. "Jackie for short." I shook my head and huffed as if the simple thought of shortening my name was unthinkable. "Sorry." I shrugged and motioned the waiter over, giving him a hand gesture to clear the table and give me my check. "Well, I'll let you get back to what you were doing. I thank you again for helping my grandmother." I nodded my head, gave the waiter some money, without looking at the check, knowing I gave him much more than the bill was for and began to walk out the door. The waiter called back. "Don't you want your change?" I lifted my hand to him and opened the door. "Thank you Ma'am! Thanks a lot." I hailed a taxi and went back to the hotel. I made a big mistake. I knew David recognized the rings and the necklace I wore and that was bad, but he hadn't looked at all mad. I decided that the black haired Jacquelyn was done, time to move on to plan B, I would now become the sexy blonde. I watched David for a couple of days, finding his schedules of when he left and came home, and when his girl came over or if she lived there. I found out that she didn't live with him, but she was there quite a lot. I decided it was time to have a conversation with him, and see how long it would be before he figured out who his stalker was. I put the blonde wig on, took off my jewelry, replacing my rings with others so that the lines in my fingers would still be hidden, and put on a pair of black leather hot pants, a red halter, and high heeled sandals that strapped up my calves. I looked at myself in the mirror and got turned on by my own reflection. My D cup breasts pushed against the tight material of the halter, the pants outlined my wide hips and the bottom of my butt hung out from the back of the pants. To draw attention to my well toned belly I put on a silver tummy necklace, with a cross pendant that stopped right before my crotch area. I threw on the sunglasses, smiled, and spoke out loud. "What a slut you are Jessi!" I giggled and left the hotel. As I hailed a taxi, four of them about crashed into each other trying to get me into their cars. I laughed again and got into the closest one, blowing a kiss to the ones that didn't get me. I told the driver where to go and noted that he stared between my opened legs more than he looked at the road. I had him stop up the street from David's complex, and walked the rest of the way. I met no one on my way, and I was glad of it. I took a deep breath before entering the building; I knocked frantically on his door, and listened while I heard stirrings inside. I knew he wasn't alone, and I hoped that I hadn't interrupted anything. David opened the door calmly so I knew they must have just been talking or watching TV. His eyes opened wide as he looked me up and down. I positioned my weight on one leg, jutting my hip out to the side, and licked my lips slowly as his eyes came back to my face. "Yes." He sounded almost breathless and I couldn't help to smile. I tried hard to come off with a fake Australian accent, but it turned out sounding Irish. "Sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if I could use your phone. I'm lost. I promise it's a local call." He said nothing but moved to let me in. I felt the weight of his eyes on my ass and turned to look at him. I thought that I caught a glint of recognition in his eyes but I put it off. My ass is nice, but probably not all that memorable. As I stepped in I saw his girl on the couch. She paled then blushed as she looked at me. I spoke up in the same Irish accent that was suppose to be Australian. "Sorry to barge in but can I use your phone?" "Not my phone and Dave said it was alright." I could hear a bit of jealousy in her voice but I could also hear lust and I noted that on top of the blush she had given me. David walked into the room and I smiled at him. "Where's the phone Love?" "Oh right over there." He pointed towards the kitchen and I made my way to it. I flipped through the directory and found a restaurant. I made my voice loud enough for David to hear me.