The last push of hot air of the day lingers in my bedroom, with the light of the sun departing into the west, streaks of light cascade over my bed. It gives the room a softly romantic feel in the most natural of ways. Right now, the only things I can hear are my own breathing and the soft wooshing of the rotating ceiling fan.
We planned for this last night, so I’ve had time to get things ready. I’ve thrown off my comforter and top sheet, leaving just the pillows so nothing gets in the way. Now I’m lying here, waiting for him and enjoying the sensation of my Egyptian cotton sheet against my bare skin. I can smell my arousal, it is clearly evident. Just the thought of what I’m going to be doing with him has me incredibly turned me on.
I’ve already signed into Skype. My laptop is at the end of my bed, laying between my legs. I keep waiting to see his name pop-up in the right-hand corner to indicate he’s on. My heart races with anticipation and desire for him. I’m having such a hard time not touching myself as it is.
We have been sending naughty texts to each other all day long, building up to the moment when we’re finally on screen with one another. We both promised we’d not to let ourselves come until we’re together. That alone has me in heat, because I love rubbing myself into orgasm every morning. My pussy has been clenching in complaint all day.
I notice a few people sign in and out of Skype, but none of them are him. He must be running late because of work. He warned me that might happen, for some reason or another. I don’t give a fuck why, I only know he is. I can wait though. I know it’s going to be worth it.
***
The wait is worth it. I see his name finally appear as online. I sit up to reach my laptop, waiting for him to call me. Just then, his name and photo pop up in the middle of my screen, the chime of the call filling the room. I click the answer with video button, watching my end buffer, as his face appears in the box.
“It’s about time!” I tease. “I’ve been waiting for ages for you. It isn’t polite to keep a lady waiting.”
“I do apologize. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you.” His voice is calm, sexy and so deep.
I can clearly see he’s been looking forward to seeing me as he’s naked, stroking his shaft already. What a sexy sight. It’s all the motivation I need to lean back and fondle my breasts. The very touch of my own soft hands cause my nipples to tighten up. Though I am thinking of his hands on me, not my own. Oh, how I’d love for his hands to be on me.
“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” he says, with his gaze locked onto the screen, staring at me. He’s in an office chair, so I get a full view of his face and his cock. What a view it is indeed.
“I tried to warn you, it would happen. You just needed to be patient.”
“Patience isn’t what I’m known for, but damn, is it worth it. At least this time.”
I tease many men online. I enjoy the idea of making a man want me, and I see no reason not to share my intimate fantasies with someone who can appreciate it. I don’t go right to the camera first though. Taking the time to know them first allows me to be comfortable, and only then can I truly let myself go.
It might be a fetish of mine, but I do like the chase. To see if they’re willing to be more than just a typical guy online looking for a quick wank. I always start out with flirting, which moves to cybersex, to exchanging some form of texting app. I usually go with KIK. We’ll flirt some more, make it more daring as we’re out doing our daily lives. Soon after, we will send photos, but nothing too revealing. At least not on my end, I like to make them wait for that, but I don’t mind getting a picture of a hard cock, now and then.
After a while, we may move to Skype calls, without video. We can talk about anything and everything, but I never have sex with them. Not at the beginning. I guess you’d say I am allowing them to court me, but with the knowledge that I don’t want anything more than an orgasm or two from them. I have no interest in meeting them in person and having sex. It’s the online attraction that really gets me going. Not to mention that my husband wouldn’t like it very much.
***
Oh, did I forget to mention I am married? Well, I am. To a very loving, strong, handsome and hardworking man. Don’t worry, he takes plenty care of me in all departments. I just have a kink he can’t fulfill. I’d never physically cheat on him. We’ve been married for seven years now and he treats me just as a husband should treat his wife.
I work at home, as a starving artist, though I’m not so hungry. My husband makes damn good money. I often find myself online simply because I get bored. One time, I searched for sex stories sites, and I stumbled across a particularly cool looking one. It was neat and easy to navigate around. I quickly made an account, filling out my profile with just enough details to catch the interest of others. This got me a lot of attention from men. A lot of them were tool heads. Those I ignored after only a couple of minutes of conversation, but some were actually very interesting. Those were the ones who grabbed my attention the most.
I didn’t play with them, at first. In the beginning, it was just sending each other messages, being dirty and flirty much as I start with individual men today. It has, over time, developed into what it is now. Everything on my profile is fake, my age, where I’m from, and my name, all of it. I only show my photos to the ones who are lucky enough to get me on Skype. It’s thrilling to me, a chase for the goal at the end of the line. I don’t lead them on, making it clear I don’t want to meet in person. I’m not that cruel, though none of them know I’m married, but then, that isn’t any of their business anyway.
The first time I had cybersex with someone on Skype, I thought I was going to explode. It was like my first time all over again. I know that seems silly to compare, but it truly was mind blowing. I quickly got addicted to it. I’ve been with many men on Skype, but I always make them work for it. That’s the fetish for me, to know I’m that desirable, that they’ll chase me. Some I stay connected with, having fun with from time to time. Others will turn out to be duds and I quickly remove them as a friend.
But the list of men is endless. I can pick and choose to my heart’s content.
***
Right now, I’m staring at Rob. I don’t believe that’s his real name, but neither is mine, so who gives a shit. It’s just a fantasy, and I couldn’t care less about his reality. He is as delicious as he promised.
I met Rob a few weeks ago in one of the chat rooms. He was posting a lot of sensual photos, not the tasteless ones, but scenes of beauty and passion.
“You’re so beautiful, Lexi,” Rob groans out, as he watches my fingers trace down my body. Moving further south, opening my curvaceous thighs wider, I give him a full view of my glistening pussy.
It makes me blush when men say that, though most of the men I end up on Skype with do. I moan my appreciation, just as I pull apart my folds, exposing my clit to the air. I run my finger along it, moving my hips just slightly. I’m pretty sure at this point, he’s stopped breathing, and he’s just staring at me while I enjoy myself. He’s even stopped stroking his cock, just to watch me.
“Something wrong?” I ask with a sultry but slightly teasing tone.
“Hmm, huh, what, no. No, nothing. You’re just sexy to watch,” he replies with a throaty gasp.
“If you like that, you’ll love this,” I reply, removing my fingers. I reach out of his view. From my nightstand, I pick up one of my toys and bring it in view of the camera. “This is one of my best friends. We’ve shared many an orgasm together.” Showing him my toy, I smile as he grins.
The long, ribbed toy has four speeds and rotates with tiny beads around the head of the dildo. I’m wet enough that I don’t need the extra help, but Rob seems like the kind of man who will like what I’m about to do. Instead of slipping it inside me, I bring the toy up to my mouth. I begin to kiss the head, as I would a real cock, licking down to the base and back up again. The texture feels neat on my tongue, I must admit.
Rob luxuriates as he watches me sucking on the fake cock, stroking his own. Surely he must be thinking of me giving him a world class blow job, because that is exactly what I’m doing to this toy. Soaking it with my saliva, a string of spit from my lip to the toy, as I pull it from my mouth, I know it’s ready to slide inside me. I guide it in, not going overly slow, we’re not making love here. I push it in quickly and flick the speed on two. The sudden, invading vibrations shake a moan out of me as its powerful buzzing fills my body. Rob begins to tell me how he’d fuck me, if only he were here with me.
“That’s it, fuck that toy. My big, thick cock would plow into you deeply, fucking that tight, little pussy. My thumb on your clit, my balls slapping against your ass. Your legs would wrap around me as you begged me for more. And don’t you worry, I’d give you more. Sweat would be dripping down the both of us. You’d feel it in your ass crack, mixed with the juices of our pleasure.”
His words really do it for me. The air is so thick inside my room, the beads of sweat growing on my forehead and on the back of my neck. I’m plunging my fake cock inside me, just as Rob describes, with a finger on my clit, rubbing quickly. My lips stick to one another, licking them apart, I let out a moan.
Watching Rob jerk off faster, I match his pace.
“Yes, that’s it. Fuck my pussy. Oh, you feel so big inside me.”
I know it is a line all men want to hear, but it does do the trick. Besides, Rob is sporting a decent size cock. He’s not enormous, but he wouldn’t make it on the short dick list either. He keeps his pubic hair trimmed close and extremely neat looking. I had to get my husband into the habit of shaving, he was a full on bush man when we first started dating. He thought only women shaved, I had to convince him otherwise. Thankfully, he took it with stride and began to shave for me.
“Aw yes, you like that, don’t you, baby doll?” Rob slaps his cock against the palm as his hand as he says this. The sound matches the perfect tone of a hand slapping my ass.
I turn just enough to expose the side of my ass, slapping it, just as he had. He slaps his cock against his palm again and I follow suit. Repeating it once more, we both moan out, fucking ourselves harder. My legs begin to stiffen, my toes pointing straight, I gasp out.
“I’m so close, oh fuck. I’m going to come,” whimpering the words, not slowing down. I want to relish in my orgasm. I want to come hard.
“Yes, come for me, Lexi. Let me see you come for me.”
Rob’s jerking off fast enough that the camera is freezing a little, trying to keep the frame. He must be as close as I am, wanting to come at, or close to the same time. This only drives me closer to the edge, wanting to share that moment with him.
My whole body tenses, before jutting into a hard orgasm. I feel the tidal wave of pleasure course through my core. My pussy grasping around the toy, pumping it into me still, I push the vibrations up to max, allowing my orgasm to turn into two orgasms back to back. My body writing over the bed, my legs still wide for Rob’s viewing. I hear him grunt, looking at my screen, a long stream of come sprays up high, followed by another one, until he is leaking slowly.
Jerking his cock until he can’t anymore, he lets go, grabbing a towel, he wipes up the mess he has made. I’m impressed with the amount of come he released. The more a man comes, the more it turns me on. I’ve seen just a little spittle and wonder where the rest of it was. Not with Rob, he’s impressive.
“Worth the wait?” I ask as I sit up, pulling the laptop closer to me.
“That is for sure worth the wait. I can’t believe how loud you get when you come.”
“I warned you the other day I can get rather loud. You didn’t believe me.”
Our conversation continues on the path of sex. What our dislikes and likes are, what we haven’t done, but want to do. A lot of the same similar conversations we’ve had over the last few weeks, but you feel differently about opening up about certain things once you’ve fucked them. At least I do.
It is then I hear the garage door begin to roll up. My husband is home! He is supposed to be working late. He and a client had a dinner meeting. It must have been cut short. I have no time to clean up my mess.
“Sorry, got to go,” I say, slamming the laptop cover down quickly, unsure if Rob had a chance to hear me. I’ll text him later with some excuse as to what my sudden rush to log off was. I just don’t know what it will be yet.
I have no time to think about it now, not while I toss my toy into its box, sliding it back under the bed. I put the laptop onto the desk, throwing the blankets back on the bed, having to make them before bedtime. I grab my robe and throw it on, just as I hear the lock of the front door being unlocked.
“Honey, I’m home!” he says, as he always does, every night.
“I’m coming!” I say, in a sing song tone. (If he only knew!)
