Fucking the Porn Reader Girl

Fucking the Porn Reader Girl

I thought I was pretty well hidden with my porn writing. No one knew where I lived. No one knew my real name or anything about me, except, male. That all changed one day. I was sitting in a fast food place and didn’t even notice a girl sitting directly behind me. My girlfriend and I were talking about my porn story’s as she eased dropped on us. She caught the conversation as we talked. She very carefully followed us to my house. Now she knew where I lived.

She watched my house and noticed that my girlfriend did not live with me. One evening she watched my girlfriend leave. She waited and decided to knock on my door. I was in my robe, as I was about to take a shower. I answered the door. There stood a very cute girl. She was dressed very hot. Short shorts, a knock out figure, and nice no bra tits. She smiled real sexy and said quietly: “are you the porn writer?” I didn’t know how to respond. I could say ‘you must have the wrong house’…or …’no one like that here’…but as my eyes scanned her….I just said: “Yes, that’s me, who are you?”

She just stood there and looked at me. She scanned me as I held out my arm as to say…’come on in’. she closed the door behind her. She looked all around and finally said: “So your the guy who writes those porn stories.” I asked: “How did you find me?” She sat down on my couch and explained how she did it. I ask her to please keep this to herself, that I liked my privacy…damn she had beautiful eyes, and a soft sexy voice. I thought this my be an exception to my stealthy cover.

I didn’t need a stalker but, she wasn’t one of those. She just appeared to want to meet me after reading my stories. Ok fine, curious over, end of it….but …I wanted to know more about her as she did me. We continued to talk as time seemed to stop. We drank coffee and soon it was 12:30 am. She got up and walked over to my computer, put her fingers on the keyboard and said: “This where it all happens….where do the stories come from?” I got up, stood beside her and said: “Real life experiences and imagination.”
I learned she was single, had her own apt. and where she worked. She had a boyfriend and was happy with him….well…almost happy.