24 - My Best Friends Ex #2
My eyes widened as I watched him step back so that his entire body was in frame.
He turned around. I saw the smooth muscles of his back, the contours of a lifetime of exercise.
He started to push down his slacks. I watched as his ass was exposed, a peach of a thing, so taut, followed by the powerful trunks of his legs.
I felt blessed and cursed simultaneously, for I knew that he was still hiding something else from me, something that I needed.
He glanced toward the camera, and I could see that he was enjoying teasing me.
“You want me to turn around?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Say please,” he ordered.
“Please.”
“Say please, sir, turn around, because the only thing I want right now is to see your hard cock.” His words were electric. They crashed around me like a symphony. This was Connor talking to me.
A thought flashed in my mind, wondering how Becky would feel about this, but then I told myself that it shouldn’t matter.
This wasn’t about Becky. This was about me finally getting something I had wanted for a long time.
It wasn’t as though I couldn’t resist, anyway.
The way he spoke to me in such a commanding tone, with such authority …
there was nothing I could do but obey it, respect it.
In that moment, he could have told me to do anything, and I would have done it.
At the start of this, I had been under the mistaken impression that I was the one in control, that he was the one performing for me, but now that I was being witness to this incredible display, I knew that all of this had happened because he wanted it.
I did as he asked, the words falling out of my mouth like drops of rain.
As I obeyed him, this strange sensation passed over me.
It was as though a spell had taken hold.
I trembled in my chair, my eyes glued to the screen, and everything else slipped away.
It was as though nothing mattered apart from him.
He turned around. Slowly. He made me beg for every moment that passed.
It was sheer agony. I watched his hips, and I craned my neck to see his manhood, as though that would have made any difference.
Then I saw a shadow that could have been anything.
Was my mind playing tricks on me? No … it was him.
He came into full view, and my mouth dropped open. I groaned as I laid my eyes on him, seeing but not believing. How had Becky ever let this man go? My errant hand ran down my thigh, gripping my skin tightly, fighting its way underneath my skirt to the burning heat beneath.
Connor was massive. Somehow, I had suspected he would be.
He had the swagger of a man who had it all.
There was a dark shadow of hair at the base of his shaft, and then nothing for what seemed like an endless length, just pure rock-hard flesh, culminating in a smooth tip.
It was as impressive as the rest of him, thick and long, and it felt as though I was being treated to some private porn.
I shuddered as I played with myself, not daring to take my eyes off him, never wanting him to disappear from my screen.
I watched him stroke himself, playing with himself, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have my fingers around him, to feel the warmth of his skin against my flesh, to taste him as he slid deep into my mouth and stretched my lips …
I moaned.
“Show me what you’re doing,” he ordered.
I tilted the webcam down and showed him, pushing away my skirt.
He grinned, and his grip on himself tightened.
He returned to the bed and gave me a closer look.
It was as though his cock was right above me, dominating my vision.
I could see every rippling vein, every throbbing desire that ran through him, and I wanted it so badly.
I hated myself for being unable to touch him at this moment. But at least I could touch myself.
The ripples of pleasure flashed through me, getting more and more intense until they were bolts of lightning.
His terse moans were music to my ears, and they joined in the melody of my anguished gasps.
My hair was a mess, my fingers soaked, my mind cracking open like an egg, and all this pure miasma of ecstasy was pouring out of me.
“Go and get your toys,” he said.
“T-toys?” I asked nervously.
“Yes, you know, a vibrator, a dildo?”
“I don’t have any of them.”
He paused for a moment, and I felt as though I had disappointed him. It only lasted for a moment, though.
He lay back on the bed, all of him on display again.
I watched him play with himself. He was a master as he brought his hand up and down in a smooth rhythm.
He was gorgeous and perfect. He told me to moan louder.
I did as he asked, although it wasn’t something I had to force myself to do.
They came rushing through me like whirling wind, bursting out of me as I hit my orgasm.
My eyes wanted to clamp shut, but I forced them to stay open, forced myself to stare at him through blurred vision because I knew he was close.
I watched the hot jet of cum explode out of him like the eruption of a volcano, and I could only imagine what it would have felt like for the hot drops to descend upon me.
It was a hot flash of a moment, but it only was a moment …
“Fuck, Angie, that was hot. You’ve made me such a mess. I need to go clean up,” he said.
Just like that, it was over.
Except, it wasn’t. As it turned out, that was just the beginning.
In truth, in that moment, I was disappointed.
I thought I had done something wrong. Again, it was a reminder at how removed I was from reality.
It was all well and good feeling these sensations and watching someone strip and play through the miracle of technology, but it could never be the same as actually having him beside me, of feeling his arms wrap around me, of listening to his heavy breathing rushing around my ears, of being entirely lost in his manly essence.
I switched the computer off, and the room went dark.
I slunk away, hiding in the cold shower, trying to wash away my shame.
I thought of myself as a fool, never quite being able to be the person Becky was.
I was probably just some way for Connor to make masturbation a little more intense, and no doubt he thought I was immature somehow for not having toys.
There was so much about the realm of sex and relationships that I just didn’t understand.
I guess I would be having to keep watching people for a while.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to speak with Connor again after that, though.
It felt as though a boundary had been broken, and there was no going back.
Later on that evening, it turned out that he didn’t want to go back. I was in bed when my phone buzzed. The screen lit up, and since I was enslaved to technology, I reached over and rubbed my eyes, not caring that they were stinging, thanks to the glare in the darkness.
It was Connor.
Nerves seized my heart. I thought he might tell me that he was sorry for what had happened and that we should take a break from speaking with each other.
Instead, he said it was hot, and I had been amazing, and it was long overdue time for us to go for a drink.
He told me to meet him at a bar the following night.
My hands trembled as I typed out a reply.
I’d love to.
***
Nerves swam in my stomach as the day wore on.
In the middle of the afternoon, I received another message from Connor.
My heart sank. I was sure that he was going to say he couldn’t make it that night, or that he had thought about it in the clear light of day and had changed his mind.
Instead, it was him asking me if I had chosen what to wear yet.
I said that I hadn’t, and I was going to rifle through my things when I got home.
He replied, saying that he wanted me to wear something pretty, something that showed off my curves, and the only requirement was that it was low cut.
A fire was being stoked within me just by those typed words. This man could elicit such an intense reaction from me, even though he wasn’t in the same room as me. I wasn’t truly sure how he could do this, nor was I going to complain or try to stop it.
I felt elated and exhilarated. The world seemed more vivid than it ever had done before. The air was sweeter, each step I took was lighter, and when I returned home, I could not wait for this evening.
I eventually chose to wear a summery dress that was a little too tight for me.
I had put on a little weight since the last time I had worn it, but I hoped he wouldn’t mind.
The plunging neckline showed off my voluptuous chest. I wore my hair loose.
Strands of hair splayed out over my pale, freckled skin.
The dress reached just above my knees, billowing out as I walked.
I wore a light scent of perfume and a simple necklace, not seeking to adorn myself with any garish jewelry.
As I reached the bar, anxiety simmered within me. I wanted to be good enough for Connor.
I walked in, and he was already there, sitting at the bar in the corner.
He wore jeans and a shirt. The sleeves were rolled up, showing off his powerful forearms, while the collar was unbuttoned.
When I saw him, I was floored by the fact that I had seen him strip for me, play with himself for me.
It was as though we had a hidden pact that was kept secret from everyone else.
“You look incredible,” he said, tilting his head down so he could drink in the image of me.
I blushed and smiled. “Do you really think so? I haven’t dressed up like this for a long time.”
“You look perfect,” he said in earnest. He reached out and squeezed my arm. It was the first time he touched me, and it made this electric sensation crash through me. I was glad the table was close by because I thought I was going to faint.