The Web Cam

He felt an aching in his balls and knew that his climax was inevitable. He was now lost in relishing the power and the pleasure of showing himself to her. His eyes were fixed on the screen, but there was a fixed field of vision and he could feel his eyes dim as he reached that point where nothing short of death itself could keep him from exploding in release.

At last, he felt the white hot burning of his own climax pumping and then spewing from the head of his member in his hand. He tried to keep his hand from moving as vigorously as it had because he wanted her to see him, to watch him flow forth and down over his hand. He reached for a Kleenex to catch the flowing fluids and continued to pump himself finding that each fresh ejaculation brought its own tender release and the coiled spring of his sexual need was released bit by bit.

After the third Kleenex he was emptied both physically, sexually and emotionally. He realized that he had been lost in his own climax and sat down typing to ask how she was.

They typed with pauses as they each reflected on what had just happened. She moved her cam so that he saw her face again and there was great mixture of shock, amazement and a quiet awe. He knew she would have trouble talking about this immediately. He felt as if he had just deflowered her, taken her virginity... and in fact, to a degree he had. He was her first to have made love to her this way and he knew that what she needed now was the cuddling and calming assurance of his presence.

He finally typed, "Will you respect me in the morning?" and he watched her laugh and put her hands to her face in mock surprise... and she typed back, "Will you respect me in the morning?"

They were lovers. Lovers who needed to assurance that their lovemaking was not an aggressive act of taking, but a gentle kindness of giving. Lovers who both needed to know that it was "OK" to be naked and sexual with another person. Even though they had typed their pleasures and talked their pleasures on the phone, this was another barrier to be crossed and it needed the sweet attention that only lovers can bring to that magical moment after.

She had teased him about wondering if he just made "nice sounds" for her on the phone. He typed to her, "Now you see it's not just "nice sounds!"

She laughed and as she covered her nakedness, he slipped his tee shirt back on and settled in for the few moments he still had left to be with her until all too suddenly, their time was gone and he had to prepare not to be interrupted. They bid their farewells and he removed the evidence of their lovemaking and the cam and sat glowing in the quiet room.

The next morning he contacted her on IM at work, just letting her know that he was concerned about her and still interested in her. He sensed that she needed that reassurance because inevitably there would come two other crisis points in this relationship. The die had been cast and he knew that the next bold step would be for her to tilt the camera down a little lower and show her womanhood in all of it's sooth shaven glory and the step when she would ultimately bring her fingers into view and she would do for him what he had done for her... play with herself in front of him.

He knew she would need to be nurtured through these steps. He didn't know if they would happen together or in two separate steps, but they were two walls that would have to be breeched for their lovemaking to become complete.

The Seduction

It was a week later that the opportunity opened again for them to talk. They had planned and prepared for the evening. The both found microphones so that they could talk and listen as well as type and watch. He had to wait until his wife left for her sorority meeting, but he knew Brandi would be alone all evening and would be well prepared.

He debated what to wear, but settled on a white long sleeved shirt worn with the tails out over a pair of blue jeans. He shed his tee shirt but liked the seductiveness of the shirt and remembered how sexy Brandi had looked in her's the first time they saw each other. Once he was alone he connected the web cam and the microphone and tested the sound system and opened yahoo messenger. She was there waiting on him and within a few clicks both of their cameras were up and they were talking.

They talked a lot about the last two weeks and the feelings they had experienced and the thrills it engendered. They avoided the issue of what might be happening this evening, but he did smile and commented that she appeared to be wearing the same blue stripped shirt that she was wearing that she wore the first time they met on camera.

Travis choose a camera angle that showed him from head to knees without changing the angle. He knew he could get a "close up" of what he wished, but this seemed on the one hand less threatening since it was a bit away from him, and on the other hand he could be more subtle and he placed his hands on his thighs early in the conversation and simply moved them up and down very slightly grazing his trapped manhood which was hard.

The angle showed his lap and he suggested to her that it was a good camera angle for her too. She kept avoiding it and making excuses, but always with her teasing smile and flushing blushes. He knew she was thinking the same thoughts, but would be ready to proceed are her own pace.

Travis asked Brandi if all of this visual play had excited her over the last couple of weeks. She got quiet and without looking into her camera, she whispered, "Yes!"

Travis began to tell her of his excitement and how it had affected him and how much he looked forward to their being together. His hands moved to just cover the crotch of his jeans without moving. He saw her eyes fix on his resting hand.

He could watch her face and expression and knew she was thinking and deciding how to handle this, but could tell she was also intrigued by it and drawn into it. He knew she had thought about the possibilities of where their interaction might lead.

She finally asked, "Are you enjoying yourself? May I watch?"

He took a deep breath and said, "Only if we enjoy it together?"

She drew back and her hand went to her face to wipe her cheek and she breathed, "Oh my!"

He told her he wanted what they had to be shared, not just displayed. He wanted to make love to her, but to know that she was responding and how. He wanted to show her his passion, but he wanted to see her's too.

She struggled with her answer. Scared but with a nervous smile on her face. She asked, "What do I do first?" with an almost little girl voice.

"Follow my lead?" he responded.

She could hardly voice the words of her response, but he saw that she was shaking her head "Yes."

He had her move her chair back and adjust her camera until it was similar in view to his own. Only then did he let his hand move at the crotch of his jeans but only in slow long motions outside of his jeans. He waited slowly for her to reciprocate, but at last very nervously her hand cupped the crotch of her own jeans and though the movement was not as animated as his, her fingers were finding their mark.

With his free hand he reached up and unbuttoned the top button of is shirt and held his hand in place... looking into the camera for her to see his eyes. Her free hand mimicked his. He smiled and she smiled.

"Isn't this fun?" he said but tension and passion cracked his voice as he spoke.
"She nodded her head" but he knew she was choked with her own feelings.

A second button was released and he waited for her to follow. The ritual was well established and she was enjoying it. Her hand was slow but deliberate in unbuttoning the buttons... teasing him as though she might change her mind, but he knew in his heart she had not intent to stop, at least at this point.

All five button on their shirts where now open and both shirts gaped. His hairy chest was exposed and the expanse of her chest with the swell of both breasts were partially revealed. He returned his focus to the hand covering his crotch and brought it up very slowly and deliberately, using two fingers to outline the hardness of his manhood and watched her suck in a deep breath as she was aware of his presence.

He moved slowly to the button on his jeans and unsnapped it but again according to the ritual he held his hand frozen waiting for her response. He looked at her face and knew that she was at another decision point. This was moving her deeper into new experiences and openness with him. He understood the risks and waited patiently to see what her heart and passion led her to do.

Finally, she moved both hands to her waistband and unsnapped the button and her hands just dropped palms up on her legs. She had followed the path, but the tension was draining her.

He reached with both hands and unzipped his jeans, making no motion to pull them down or to expose himself, but pulling the fabric open until the vee of his white briefs were exposed.

Brandi with her hands now visibly trembling reached for her zipper and then with a smile growing on her face she began to draw it down in an agonizingly slow way. She was taking control back from him and seducing him.

Travis was pleased with her response, but also unsettled. His pulse quickened, but this time he determined to stay his course. What he wanted to do was pull his briefs down and free himself and display his glory to her, but what he did was to slowly slip his hand into the waistband of his briefs and slide his hand down over his erection. He held his hand still as he waited to see if she was still willing to follow his lead.

She looked at him through the camera and then lowered her eyes and raised her right hand to slip under the lacy top of her undies and as she slid her down into them her eyes closed. Her legs spread to accommodate her delicate hand and unlike his which tented his briefs as it swelled over his erection, her hand seemed to disappear and he knew her fingers were finding their place in her depths.

Her hand moved, but slowly and because of her jeans he could not gauge the activity of her fingers. Her breath caused her breasts to heave and he could now begin to see the movement of her hips and she was responding to her own touch, thrusting herself forward to meet the instrument of her own pleasure. Her stillness began to take on the writhing of a snake in long fluid movements and he heard her voice breaking the silence as her breath began to vocalize her pleasure.

Brandi slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. He couldn't tell if she were looking into his face or just following his hand that now moved with greater insistence on his own hardness. Her face changed from the lost blankness of her own inner cravings to a sexual smile of seduction. Her wrist moved upward, although her fingers stayed attached to her inner folds and the action pulled her panties outward and then downward as the top now slipped to just above her fingers.
She began to move slowly and then stood being careful not to loose contact with herself. Once standing, she used her left hand to tug first the left side of her jeans and then her right down over the curve of her hips and spread her legs until her jeans stopped about knee level, the weight of gravity yielding to the tension of the fabric around her legs.

Without stooping, and using her left hand to balance herself with the back of the chair which she turned on its swivel base, she lifted first her right leg and with a dangling kick brought her bare leg from the leg of the jeans. She then just kicked the left foot up and the jeans fell in a heap out of her way.

She was swaying as she finished this maneuver and continued that swaying movement and her breasts picked up the movement and with a peek a boo effect appeared and disappeared under her loose shirt.

"And what would you like next?" she asked.

Travis was startled. He had been lost in watching her and had even lost his concentration on stroking his hardness. He stumbled for words and with a horse voice that was almost unintelligible said, "Loose the panties!"

"You first big guy!" she taunted in return. She was now confidently in charge.

Travis pulled his hand from his briefs and with both hands shoving them down, his jeans and his briefs were at his ankles in an instant. He had bent over to make sure they didn't stop until he had simply lifted his feet and stepped clear of them. His first reaction was that of holding his hand over his erection which had wilted somewhat since his attention had been diverted from its encouragement, but he wanted to prove himself a worthy match and with his hands at his sides he stood with his proud manhood finding itself and making its own statement about his arousal.

His hand moved to his erection and very carefully and deliberately, he slowly began to stroke himself. He was showing himself to her... encouraging her to join this contest. It held Brandi's attention for a moment and then she in turn moved her hands to peel her panties down off her hips and shrugged her shoulder so that the shirt fell off and down her arms stretched behind her and stood proudly before him, defying him to find fault in her nakedness.

His shirt joined the pile and her hand moved over her shaven mound. He could see the cleft of her womanhood between her legs and he thought her inner lips might already have been swollen by her arousal.

"I want to see all of you." Travis rasped.

Brandi spun the swivel chair and sat down with her hips at the front edge of the chair and with a look of defiance, she draped her right leg over the arm of the chair and reached to pull herself open. Using her index finger she moved over her clit in small circles until it stood proud and hard under her finger. She moved her hand down in a circular way over her inner lips and drew them open to his view and then using her middle finger moved it into her knuckle into herself.

Travis groaned and his movements became intense. His action spurred hers and she again closed her eyes and laid her head back as he again became lost in pleasuring herself. Her foot was planted on the floor to keep her balance as her hips moved with their own intent and their movements became synchronized in the mating ritual.

Travis was still standing when a deep groan broke from his throat and he knew his ejaculation was coming. Brandi opened her eyes and looked to see the first white rope of his cum break from the head of his hardness. It was as if it had hit her deep in her womb because she clenched with her own orgasm. The chair moved under her and she had to turn to keep from loosing her seating as she wretched with her own convulsion.

He kept pumping himself and letting the pearly cream dribble down over his hand. He could only watch until she had quit quivering and as though it were a tremendous effort, straighten herself in the chair. Her first thought was to reach for her shirt on the floor and he knew she was going to cover herself.

"Don't" was the only thing he had breath to say.

Brandi looked at him.

"Don't get dressed yet, please" he said as he sucked air to speak.

"I want to just see you now, be with you this way... to share this before we cover it up and act as though what happened didn't."

She didn't speak. She held the shirt in her hand, but she didn't draw it in front of her. At last she just let it go and it dropped to the floor. Travis sat down in his chair and began what at first was an awkward conversation. She was nervous and crossed her arms and legs in front of her so as to hide her nipples and hide her cleft. But as the conversation continued, it became lighter and the teasing began and both of them relaxed. She still had her legs crossed, but now her hands were animated as they from time to time came to her cheeks in mock shock, or hiding her eyes as he recounted the humor of their time of passion.

They were like two newlyweds who have just finished their first mating and now are relaxed and are just enjoying the sheer glory of their nakedness and their unashamed sexuality. They talked and laughed and he found himself becoming aroused again. Since it was impossible to hide it, he just called Brandi's attention to it. She looked and he saw that funny look in her eyes. Her legs uncrossed and they began the process again. Slower and more deliberately... and more pleasurably. He was now free to urge her on since he knew he probably wouldn't do more than had a dry climax and he was sated. He urged her and directed her and encouraged her and though she didn't spasms as she did the first time, the sweet vocalizations of her voice told him she had found a very profound release.

As she came down from the mountain top this time, she wasn't hesitant about reaching for her shirt. She was now ready to move on from this... not ready to forget it, but hungry and thirsty and needing the relief of a bathroom. With sweet words she ended the session and Travis sat there naked as the screens closed.

He smiled to himself and picked up his clothes and headed off to a long hot shower to savor the moments they had shared... and wondered if there would be anything sweeter in their future than they had just experienced.