Special thanks to Mr. Long for helping bring this little ditty to life.
Beth closed the laptop, sighed, and stretched before pushing away from the desk. She had just spent another night Skyping with her online lover, Jim, a man she met on a website of erotic stories.
Their online relationship started as simple flirting in a chat room. The friendly, safe chat turned into a more pointed and erotic conversation at about the 3-week mark. At first, it was, "what are you wearing?" and they giggled at the cheesiness of the statement and its perverted connotation. But soon, they meant it and found themselves curious about how they dressed when they went to work, to events and dinners and eventually to bed. Naturally, that grew into, "do you sleep naked? Are you naked?" and eventually, "Get naked! Now."
They soon found themselves wanting more than just sexual banter; each wanted the other to create a feeling inside, a warmth, a buzz, a desire for orgasm. They tried to give one another orgasmic pleasure purposefully frank, and sometimes downright dirty. For months they were writing out, texting, and mailing back and forth. One hand in their pants fondling a cock or up a nightie stroking a clit and the other attempting to type out their desires, eventually deciding to use the phone. That next level of sensory interaction, of hearing their lovers request to be told what was happening, requesting their lover to do something specific, heightened their masturbating. Their orgasms, to the bidding of their lover's voice, were some of the best either had ever known. The more they played, the more they found themselves constantly in touch with each other. Daily daytime exchanges of friendly texts and phone calls, followed by sexy, flirty, and exquisitely sensual nighttime calls.
Jim was on his computer working and talking with Beth when he received an invitation to Skype. Seeing Beth's name, his penis twitched and began swelling, recognizing this was a step they hadn't even talked about. When he opened the app, there she was, sitting at her desk, bare breasted. While they had previously exchanged nude photos over the many months they had been chatting, it was nothing compared to seeing her live and naked. Without hesitation, he told her "stand up; I want to see all of you." Beth stood, slowly exposing her body to him in a way that made her wet. She let her hand cover her most vulnerable area, her body turning more and more crimson the longer he remained silent. Staring into the screen, into his eyes, seeing them stroke up and down her body, she couldn't help but wonder what his hands were doing. What he was feeling or thinking? He was giving nothing away.
Beth slowly dropped her hands to her sides, now completely exposing her nude body to his eyes. "Step back from the table. I want to see all of you," he finally said, his throat dry and rough. He swallowed and reached over his back to pull his own shirt off. Beth moved back as he instructed, and as she moved, she could see his hand dive between his legs to adjust himself in his seat. He pushed back, pulling his bottom off the chair and she could tell he was removing his pants. On unsteady legs he rose, exposing his imposing hard-on and then he too stepped back from his desk totally exposing himself to her.
They stood there for a few moments, just staring. "I'm so turned on, Jim." Beth said, her voice shaking.
"Touch your nipples, Pet," he said as he fingered out some coconut oil from the open jar on the table. He let it melt in his fingers before he took hold of his cock and stroked it. Beth's eyes closed; she cupped her breasts and gently traced her areolas before pinching and tugging at her dainty pebbled nipples.
"Beth, I want you to slide your finger between your lips and tell me how wet you are." Jim's throat was less dry than before as his arousal increased.
Beth did as he instructed, and looking down at her own hand, she slowly smoothed over her fleshy belly, down over her mound and between her prominent outer lips. She adjusted her legs wider and tilted her pelvis so Jim could see better. Using two fingers, she spread her outer lips exposing the pale pink opening agape and a small yet swollen nub peeking out from under the hood of her labia minora.
"Oh Fuck." Jim said in a loud exhale as he bent over, one hand banging down on the desk as he began stroking more fervently with the other. He looked up at her from beneath hooded lids like a wolf stalking prey. "Circle it," he barked, not quite in control of his own excitement.
They had been intimate with each other enough in the past that Beth knew exactly what he wanted to see. Obliging she dropped her head back as her finger slowly began to circle her sensitive button. "Mmmm," Beth moaned and gasped a little when she hit her mark exactly. Her pelvis began to rotate in unison with her finger as she got closer and closer to her little death. "Uhhhhhh," she moaned airy noises intermixed with her little moans and grunts.
Jim, standing now, had become wholly transfixed on his screen. Still stroking himself as he watched her thighs squeezing together and release, squeezing together and release, her hand moving frantically around her clitoris.
"I'm...," Beth began.
"I know, me too, just hold...on," he stammered.
"I can't; I just...,"
"Ok, ok, ok, I'm right be...," He couldn't finish his sentence as he clenched his jaw and grunted, semen spurting from his cock, first onto the desk and a second spurt barely clearing his cock head to puddle on his hand wrapped around it.
"Oh, Jim," Beth whispered as she reached her peak, her body quivering and shaking as her finger stilled on her clit.
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Jim and Beth's online affair had evolved, over several years, from flirting to masturbating together on camera. Despite their mutual lust for each other, they were under no illusion about what their friendship would be. They both had careers that were their primary focus, and they weren't interested in any relationships hindering their aspirations. They were what they were online, and at that time, that was all they could afford and all they needed.
