[You decide on the record store. Maybe you've mellowed out after your recent sexually charged encounters with Chloe and Ellie or maybe you want to dispel some of the rumours that you're out for nothing but to ruin these women. Either way, you don your best outfit and enter the store in an effort to overload Kristen with charm.]

[You've done your research and know that despite her fame, Kristen is a shy woman. Perhaps a mutual bond over good music and the simple things in life will give you what you desire.]

[In the back of the store you see Kristen quietly playing her guitar. Having ditched her security escort and evaded the paparazzi, she looks at peace as she thumbs the strings, creating a soothing melody which flows throughout the building. There's not another soul in here other than the cashier who doesn't seem remotely interested in the fact there's a celebrity in the shop.]

[You only hope Kristen doesn't recognise you on approach, nothing would end this hopeful encounter quicker than being recognised as the celebrity pervert that's roaming the streets. You don't know why you feel so nervous given your previous behaviours, maybe it's because this is a new approach for you. Either way, you approach Kristen as she continues to strum on the guitar.]

You: "Didn't take you for a budding musician."

[You immediately curse yourself for saying something so ridiculous. Kristen looks up from the instrument, eying you suspiciously.]

You: "I come in peace."

[You give Kristen a quick twirl and lift your jacket.]

You: "See? No cameras, no hidden wires. I'm not paparazzi."

Kristen: "Oh, well I'm not...not really anyway. It's more of a hobby."

[Kristen holds your gaze for a moment then returns her attention to the instrument, her fingers delicately dancing over the frets as she concentrates. This feels hella awkward to you. You shake yourself off and try to raise some conversation again.]

You: "So how come a big superstar like you is hiding out in an old record store like this?"

Kristen: "Who said I was hiding? Maybe no-one knows I'm here. Or maybe I'm not who you think I am."

You: "No need to be so fretful."

[You both laugh and the truly atrocious pun.]

Kristen: "Yup. You don't half meet some odd people when you're alone in a record store. But what's a girl to do. It's either this or the book signing. And I don't think I'm ready to face a frenzy of fans just yet."

You: "So you most definitely are who I think you are then Kristen."

[At the mention of her name, Kristen looks up again and into your eyes. You notice how beautiful she is up close and you feel like her eyes are staring into your soul.]

You: "You have really beautiful eyes you know. I've never seen eyes as green as those."

[Kristen blushes and looks away from you, putting the guitar down to her side and sitting upright. She awkwardly runs her fingers through her hair and returns her gaze to you. Well, it looks like you have her attention now.]

Kristen: "You got me. So, what are you doing here, and don't tell me you just happened to bump into me. This store never gets any visitors."

You: "What can I say. Long time fan. Saw you were in town and figured you might be here, what with those musical talents of yours. Thought I'd come in and pay my respects."

Kristen: "Oh? And what respects might those be?"

[The tone and low purr in her voice admittedly turns you on and you feel your cock beginning to awaken inside your boxers. You awkwardly turn to the side to try to disguise it and coolly lean against the record shelves.]

You: "You know...just respects. It's one thing to see you online and another to see you in person. What can I say? You're one hot girl."

[Kristen giggles and raises her hands to her face in embarrassment.]

Kristen: "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were flirting with me you know?"

You: "So what if I am? It's only the two of us here and, well, the cashier of course."

[Kristen looks over at the cashier in the distance who is still immersed in their phone. She leans towards you and whispers in your ear.]

Kristen: "That casher is an old friend of mine you know. I could tell her to take a break and then who knows what we could get up to."

[Your cock stirs more in your boxers and you feel it thickening and pulsing. It doesn't matter how you stand now, there's no way your thundering erection will go unnoticed for much longer.]

You: "Alone with Kristen Stewart in a record store, sure sounds good to me."

[With that Kristen shouts over to her cashier friend who looks at you, blushes and promptly leaves. As Kristen approaches you, her hands touch your chest, playfully gliding down your body until she grazes your crotch. A little gasp escapes her mouth as she feels your hard cock through your jeans.]

Kristen: "I think you already have an idea of what we should get up to. But I'm afraid I can't give you the hot, passionate fuck in a record store that you're probably imagining right now."

[Kristen sits back down, her guitar still perched against the chair.]

Kristen: "I can however, encourage though. That is if you don't mind an audience. How about you get that bad boy out for me? I want to see what a true fan is packing."

[You unzip your jeans and tug them down, watching the look on Kristen's face as you do so. As your hand pulls down the waistband of your boxers, your thick cock springs out and Kristen blushes, her gaze transfixed on your hard cock.]

[Kristen smirks as she eyes up your cock some more, clearly pleased with this outcome.]

Kristen: "Well you're certainly not shy are you? Why don't you start stroking it for me? Make sure you get a nice, hard grip on it, I want to see you really work that thing for me. Let's begin with some slow stroking, say, 30 seconds worth?"

[Kristen intently watches you as you stroke to her and you can hear her gently breathing as her eyes follow your motions, stroking the shaft softly up and down. Her eyes never leaving your stroking.]

Kristen: "I'm so glad I decided on a record store trip today. That is one BIG cock. If I didn't have a book signing to get to shortly, I'd be all over that thing. But don't worry, I'll try and make this as fun as possible for you. Keep that slow and steady motion and look at my face, you have my full attention."

[Kristen makes slow motions with her hands, indicating to you how to stroke.]

Kristen: "That's right. Keep that nice, slow pace and keep stroking. Give me another 20 seconds and then we'll look at speeding you up a bit. I don't have a tonne of time but I don't want this to end too quick either."

[Kristen's face widens into a beaming smile as you continue to caress your cock, even if you are amazed by how well this plan is working. She really seems invested in enjoying the show and, given her pledge to make you feel good, it seems like it'll be worth it.]

Kristen: "I must admit it's been a while since I did anything precarious like this. I don't tend to get much privacy given my stature but this is...refreshing. Do you think I could touch it? Just for a moment?"

[You nod your head and close your eyes as Kristen reaches out to touch your cock. The smoothness of her hand on your shaft sends shivers through you and she squeals with delight at the sensation of your cock thickening further in her grip.]

Kristen: "It's even more thick than it looks. How do you want me to go? Is this okay?"

[Kristen strokes your cock, increasing her pace until she is jerking you off at an average pace. You can't help but admire her beauty as her hand glides up and down your shaft, keeping a medium pace for 30 seconds.]

Kristen: "Your cock feels so full, how long has it been since you last played with yourself? I know I said that I can't offer you much given where I have to be soon but...no, nevermind."

[Kirsten continues stroking your cock at a medium pace, averting her gaze. Was she too embarrassed to continue her sentence? You decide not to push her and let her continue, looking down to watch her strokes as she continues a steady rhythm on your cock for a further 20 seconds.]

[Kristen suddenly lets go of your cock and backs off. Her eyes dart wildly around the room for a moment and then, with a serious look on her face, she stares at you, her lips trembling with what she is about to say.]

Kristen: "I-I-I know it sounds stupid but...it's been a while since I did this. I can feel how full your cock is. H-how would you feel about covering my face? It's been a while since I tapped into my wild side but right now I can't get the thought out of my head of attending my book signing....covered in your cum."

[Your cock quivers at the thought of it. It's true that you came here with that very purpose in mind but being requested of it, without any humiliation or persuasion surprises you. Reassuring Kristen that this is exactly what you want, you guide her hand back to your cock and tell her it's okay.]

Kristen: "T-thank you. I just can't get the thought out of my head. The fans and the press, they might suspect but really they won't even be able to tell unless they're up close. I just...I guess I really need this."

[With one hand, Kristen moves down to your balls, feeling how full they are and gently rubbing them for 30 seconds followed by another 45 seconds of rhythmic, steady stroking on your cock.]