I Sexted Someone Who Texted The Wrong Number
What’s the etiquette?
Today was like every fucking day since coronavirus: socially-distanced at home, dealing with kids, and juggling work.
My phone lights up as I’m at my desk feigning interest in work. It’s an unknown number.
“r u coming back soon? u did the dare in a bikini so I owe u a dinner”
To my defense, come on. I had to find out more details.
I text, “I think you have the wrong number. But now I’m curious what the bikini dare was!”
He replies, “wait…really? not kate from San Clemente?”
I attempt to be charming with, “Alas, I am not. Poor Kate will have to starve without her free dinner.”
He apologizes and then tells me the dare. This mysterious Kate woman was drunk, had to take her boobs out, and let him touch her underwater. He says that it led to more later but she was probably married.
“Ahh well if I get a text from a girl named Kate down the road, I’ll pass on your number!” I say, figuring that would be the end of our chat.
Homeboy gets bold. “what do YOU look like? since kate is just a hazy fucking memory.”
Alright. Why not. I’ll bite. I tell him that I’m a petite brunette with fake boobs but that I’m a cougar by the sounds of his age. He says Kate was 45.
He’s 28 but said, “well I’m not 45…but fun to fuck that age.”
Well, hurray. Bonus for me being in my forties. He sends me a pic. Cute guy, wearing a hat, some tattoos, and crazy white teeth. I reply, “holy crap, you’re adorable. Kate is missing out!” I grab a picture of myself in a dress on Facebook and send it over.
“oh, damn girl you look hot. love the tits” Random Text Guy is inflating my self-esteem to no end.
He sends another picture, him wearing a bath towel around his waist. His abs even had abs. I didn’t play it cool after that.
“Geezus fuck”, I text. “Why is Kate not banging you right now?!?!?!”
He says he’s in Vegas. I tell him the last time I was in Vegas I only flashed some guys but it was in an effort to get free bottled water. Random Text Guy Now With Crazy Abs says, “well kate got banged the fuck out of soooo YOU have no excuse haha.”
Random Text Guy With Crazy Abs tells me that I may be hotter than Kate. I’m probably not, but I’ll make a note to drive around San Clemente screaming, “KAAAAATE! KAAATE! I HAVE A TEXT FOR YOU!” so I can find out for myself.
He tells me his spiel. He’s a personal trainer (fuck yeah he is with that body) and a chef for a wealthy family in Vegas. He lives in a private house in the back of the rich family’s house.
Somehow the conversation went from personal training to actual sexting real fast. He tells me his cock is huge and that I can suck it like a good little slut. I praise his cock (to my defense, he really was huge) and send him a picture of my fingers wet with my own girly juices from between my legs.
I’ll spare you the full banter, but some of the highlights from his messages were:
“u want to get on ur knees and suck my monster?”
“I will be fucking that pretty face with my cock”
“throwing you on your stomach…hands, and knees…fingering that pussy from behind hard as fuck…banging it…”
“make you sit there not moving like a good bitch and then fuck you from behind while I pull that hair and tell you what a dirty whore u r”
Eventually, the novelty wore off so I lie and say I have a meeting.
He texted me again later tonight, but at this point, the moment has passed. I’m grateful for the little boost to my fragile ego. I definitely need it these days.
Maybe one day I’ll be bored enough and see if Random Text Guy With Crazy Abs wants to text some more. For now, I’ve had my fun.
