You close your front door and put your keys down on the foyer table. "Honey, are you home?" you call out, waiting for a response. All that you get back is silence, no one else is home, it's just you. You run to your computer and turn it on, feeling your thighs moisten as you sit down waiting for it to boot up. You sign into the chat program and he's there, he's on. You see the little icon lit up beside his name as you kick off your shoes and take off your coat.
Instantly his message box pops up on the screen, "Hey, I missed you." You frantically type back, "I'm here, I missed you too." "Good," he says, "Turn on your webcam." You reach on top of the monitor and push the button instantly being able to see a mirror image of yourself on the screen. You run your fingers through your hair, rub your finger across your lips, and send an invitation to him to view it. Connected, one viewer.
His words flash across the screen as your heart beats a little faster. "Get naked, baby." You obey, you left work early just so you'd be able to get the chance to play with him. Your fingers shake as you realize he can see every little movement. You watch yourself as you undress, the choppy images like still frames of a movie playing for both of you. Letting your shirt drop to the floor you immediately move your fingers to your back and unclasp your bra. You have no idea what he's doing on his end but you fantasize that it's as equally delicious.
You sit back in your chair letting him watch your naked breasts move with every breath you take. Pulling your hair off your neck and shoulders, you arch your back and slide back into your chair. "I couldn't wait to talk to you." you type to him. "I know," he says, "you're online a little early today." You move your fingers off of the keyboard and onto your nipples, pinching them lightly until they become erect. His texts fill up the chat window as he moves from pleasantries onto encouragements for you to lick your fingers and rub them against your nipples. You move your mouth dramatically down onto two fingers, you suck your lips together tightly as you move your head upwards and off of them. You take those two fingers, wet with your hot saliva, and move them onto your nipples, caressing them gently.
"Move your webcam lower," he begs. You stand up and readjust it as your breasts come dangerously close to the lens of the web camera. Moving your hands to your back, you unbutton your skirt and shimmy it off your thighs. When it's around your ankles you carefully step out of it and sit back down in the chair. His messages are popping on the screen faster and faster as he requests for you to show him more. "Let me see those panties," you move the camera just a little lower so he can see you spread your thighs for him. You rub your thumb over your thong (LA2989R) and against your clit, your juices seeping through the fabric. Hooking your finger under your panties you pull them to one side, exposing your engorged lips to him. He begs for more, he wants to watch you play with yourself for him but you know your fingers aren't enough to satisfy his appetite.
You stop and hammer out, "I'll brb". You know he'll wait, he always does, so you rush out of your chair and into your bedroom. Finding your box of toys you grab the absolute essentials and you rush back to the computer. In your absence he maintained some patience, only typing out an occasional "hurry up" and "I wonder what you're up to." As you come back into view he floods the chat box. You stand in front of the camera and turn with your back to him, reaching around you undo the bow on your thong and let it fall to the floor. The fabric sets your thighs on fire as it swiftly moves between them and down to your feet. You sit back down completely naked and completely ready to be fucked by him. You grab your favorite vibrator off the table and hold it up to him, showing it off knowing how much you're teasing him. His texts plead for you to do more than just show it to him but to slide it deep inside of yourself. You obey but only because he said 'pls'.
You turn your vibrator on and push it against your lips, they give way as you feel it filling you up inch by inch. Your knees quake as the cold skin of the vibrator rubs against the hot folds of your vagina. You watch your video image on the screen, knowing what you see is what he sees. He spams the message box telling you to push it in and out faster and harder. Your juices drip off your swollen lips and down your thighs onto the computer chair as you thrust deeply inside of your aching pussy. You pull the vibrator out and hold it up to the camera, it glistens with your juices as the light from the screen reflects off of it. You bring it back down to your lips and push it back inside, squeezing your muscles firmly so that you're able to take your hands off of it and onto the keyboard. "I want you," he says. You reply back to him as well as you can, "I know, I wish this vibrator was you. It feels so good." With one hand pumping your vibrator in and out, you throw your head back and move your other hand up your neck and across your chest. Your nipples are hard and ache to be licked. You close your eyes and fantasize his mouth moving over your breasts, his lips kissing them gently as he slides his cock deep inside of your swollen pussy. You grind your head against the back of the chair trying your best to over-exaggherate how good it feels, putting on a show you know will make him want you even more.
You close your thighs, sit up, and root around on the desk for you little silicone butt plug. You show it off for him on the webcam. "Oh god, baby," he types, his texts getting increasingly dirtier, "I want to watch you fuck your ass." You uncap the lube you managed to drag out of the bedroom with you and caress the shaft of the plug, twisting your fist around it slowly just to tease him a little more. Sitting back, you steady your vibrator with one hand as your other hand slowly slides the plug all the way into your ass. You're soaked, you want him so badly that whenever you try to type to him you fail miserably and instead send him half finished sentences with jumbled letters and unnesscary punctuation. He continues to type to you as you move the plug in slow circular motions. Each time you rotate the plug inside of your ass your vibrator moves a little, you work them both in and out, surprising yourself with your ability to multitask. You're so weak from wanting to orgasm you can barely hold your legs up.. His texts slow down but you're too focused on yourself to care what he's up to. You slouch back in the chair as you pump your vibrator, closing your eyes you imagine it's his cock that's filling you. That it's his cock that's sliding between your soft, silky, and dripping lips.
As you get closer and closer to cumming you see a message from him pop up on the screen. "I g2g." Play time is over. Frantically you look at your webcam and it says zero viewers. Your heart sinks. Disappointed you sit up and contemplate what to do, you wanted to orgasm so badly but him not being there to watch you explode has ruined your chances of being able to. You pull out your toys and disappointingly take them into the bathroom to clean. You spray them down with your cleaner and take them into the bedroom to put away.
Down the hall you hear the front door lock turning. You sprint out of the bedroom, wrapping one arm around your chest so you aren't completely exposed and there he is, the man you fantasized fucking you instead of your vibrator. Your knees buckle as he looks at you and says, "I told my secretary to cancel all meetings for the rest of the day because I had an important business chat to finish out of the office." You walk into the hall to greet him, your hands immediately finding their way to his zipper. Moving your lips to his ear and your fingers around his cock you breathily say, "Honey, I'm so glad you're home."
The New Intimacy