Chatroulette

On November 3, 2013, in Dirty Little Secrets, Erotica Stories, Readers Own Stories, by Beatrix Kix

I was in college and going through a dry spell when I discovered Chatroulette. It was perfect
because I could get on between classes and work and there would always be men who wanted
to talk to me. It was a nice change from my everyday life where I hardly had the time or
presence of mind to engage a man in conversation, not even small talk, unless I was at work and
talking to a customer. Between fifteen credits, two jobs, and a handful of extracurricular
activities, some days I barely had time to find a single penis on Chatroulette, which is saying
something.

In case you’re unfamiliar with it, Chatroulette is randomized video chat. You get on and talk to
strangers, basically. And there are a lot of penises. Literally loads of cock. I’ve seen plenty
spilled myself, during my semester of Chatroulette. Hardly any tits pop up on the site, so girls
are generally popular. At least, it felt like that to me. Fifteen minutes to kill? I’ll just head on over
to Chatroulette. I wasn’t into showing my tits. Exhibitionism didn’t do anything for me. I was
more of a voyeur. Not that I minded being asked, of course.

One night while I was procrastinating instead of writing a paper, I logged on to Chatroulette and
started surfing through users, just browsing, not looking for anything in particular. I stopped on a
blank screen. Blank screens are not uncommon, but for some reason I was feeling curious, so I
started talking.

“Hey! Is anyone there? Hello? I promise I won’t bite unless you ask me to!”

I sat for a few moments. I puckered my lips, primped my hair, and shook my head. I was just
about to click next when a picture came on where the blank screen had been, and I was looking
at a skinny young man with dark hair and a lip ring. He waved awkwardly.

“Hello,” he said, with an accent. “Are you American?”

“Texan,” I said. “You?”

“Ukraine.”

“I’m Lisa, what’s your name?”

“Anton.”

We chatted some, small talk, about where we lived and what we did. We were both the same
age, and he went to university, too. He was cute, and his accent was making my panties wet.
Finally I said, “Why did you have your camera off when I first met you?”

He kind of backed up and bit his lip. So sexy, so awkward. “I don’t know,” he said. “I guess I just
like to look. I’m glad you talked to me.”

He smiled and I just about melted. Cute, foreign, shy, and a fellow voyeur. I wished I could pull
him out of the screen and into my room. Since that was impossible, I decided to do the next
best thing.

“Do you think I’m cute?” I asked.

He laughed and rubbed the back of his head with one hand. “Um yeah, yeah, you’re really cute,”
he laughed.

“I think you’re cute,” I said.

“Oh yeah, yeah?” he laughed.

I leaned close to the camera and smiled suggestively. “I want to do something nice for you. May
I do something nice for you?”

“Oh um, yeah, sure, like what?” he said. He sounded so innocent, it was making me even more
turned on.

Instead of answering him, I stripped. Looking at him out of the corner of my eye, I unbuttoned my
shirt, dropped it to the floor, then unsnapped and took off my bra, so that all I was wearing was a
little black skirt with white polka dots. He stared as if hypnotized, a naughty smile tugging at the
corner of his mouth.

“Here,” I said, and leaned close to the camera and put my hands behind my back so he could get
a good view of my tits. “Take a screen cap.”

There was silence from him for a moment, then, “Okay, I got it.”

I picked up my shirt off the floor and put it on, but didn’t button it, so he could see the round
curves of my breasts between the fabric.

“Thank you,” he said. “You’re so hot. I don’t know what to say.”

I looked at him and thought about masturbating, then thought about asking for his email, but
hesitated, and in that moment of hesitation, he clicked next, and I was looking at a white wall and
the top of another man’s head. The new man’s eyes got big and he started nodding, and I saw
his hand reach over his head with his thumb up. I sighed, shut down the window, shut off my
computer, and went to bed.

Chatroulette-story

One Response to Chatroulette

  1. Wolf says:

    If you’d like to go the entire way, just let me know. 😉

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