Author: bobmccumming

Reluctant Engagements 4 (pining) (masterbation) (trauma reveling)

I waited the next morning with anticipation for Angie to call me and ask me to wait with her. But she didn’t call.

She didn’t call and she didn’t text. By the time her bus came and left, I was furiously shuffling my cock in my hand to her pictures in a fit of anger and rage.

Before I chucked her phone, I took pictures of her nudes from her photo album. Surely they were the ones she felt confident enough in for mutual exchanges on kik or Snapchat or something. I took pictures of them on my phone and had been using them, I came six times inside of an hour.

My balls hurt so badly I had to sit for the rest of the day. Pissing was even a challenge. I was caught in a mix of climactic rushes mixed with overused cock muscles.

I just needed to relax for a day or two.

I say for five hours wondering why she wouldn’t reach out to me and where the hell she was. She missed the bus. Did she call off? Read more »

Reluctant engagements 3 (sexual assaults) (manipulation)

I watch Angie from my window for another week. Regularly jerking off while watching her. Sometimes using her lip gloss to coat my cock before I do.

But not this morning. This morning I’m watching for her. The snow storm last night dropped quite a few inches and it’s 10 degrees out there. She’ll be freezing, I’m sure.

When I see her walking down the street towards the bus stop, I hurriedly pour another cup of coffee in another mug and walk briskly, as to not spill the coffee, to the elevator. I take it down to the main floor and walk to the door.

“Angie!” I call out to her. It takes a few tries and some motion since she wears those headphones. She looks to me and waves. I hold up the cup of coffee and nod for her to come over.

I’m ecstatic when she does.

“This is for you. Thought you might be cold.” I say handing her the mug and stepping back so she can come in.

“Thank you! That’s sweet.” She says and holds the mug, letting the heat warm her hands. Read more »

Reluctant engagements 2 (public masterbation) (stalker) (trophy taking)

I wandered into Angies bar and grill shortly before 1. I didn’t want to seem eager. I had already cleaned up the blood so I looked a little better, though I’m not sure if her pitying me was such a horrible thing.

I walked in and went to the bar, sitting where only one other person was sitting, he was glued to the tv that was tuned to the view. His cigarette was almost out and it looked as if he never took a single drag of it. The entire thing was ash, smoldering ash, perfectly balanced between his fingers.

I stared in amazement. I blinked out of the trace and looked around, I didn’t see her anywhere.

“You found us.” She said with smile. I couldn’t see her but I could tell she was smiling. Fuck me she’s sweet.

Angie walked up from behind me and went around the bar. She was smiling when’s he walked into my field of view.

“Yeah, I found you. It’s a nice little place.” I say trying not to gesture to the statue at the other end but I failed and she noticed my eye movement towards him. Read more »

Reluctant Engagements (watching) (first meetings)

I couldn’t help myself. I watched her every morning for three weeks while she waited for her bus. Living just above the bus stop afforded me the ability to watch her in peace, in private, without prying eyes asking me what I was doing.

The first day I noticed her I was smoking on the roof. I wasn’t looking for her or anyone else, but there she was. Probably 5’3, frosty blonde hair, curvy body….at least I think. I’m bad about guessing weight and as far as her body shape, it’s the middle of winter and she’s wearing layers….it all gets a little vague at some point.

The point is, I was taken with her. She always listened to music or a pod cast or something. She had headphones in and kept her head up, she had good situational awareness. She was sensitive to movement and kept her head on a swivel. If I had to guess, she had a military father or brother.

I watched her for two weeks before I decided to meet her. On Tuesdays she is alone when she gets on the bus. Any other day of the week this guy and his girlfriend or wife wait with her but get on the next bus. I’m assuming they work together and Tuesday is their day off. So I waited for a Tuesday. Read more »