[Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years or older.]
Before I left for the airport, I opened my "Holly-cam" app, and switched it from sending its video files to my laptop, and made it send them to the cloud, where I could retrieve them in the middle of the Pacific.
At the boarding-gate I got a call from my boss, telling me that I would be met at the island's little puddle-jumper airport by a woman named Lana, who was our customer's trouble-shooting counterpart to me.
"I understand that she's a cute little Polynesian thing," he told me, "but she's a lesbian, so don't bother wasting your time trying to get anything going with her."
"Don't worry about that," I replied. "I don't fool around. I'm happily married to an awesome woman who satisfies my every need, and I want to keep it that way."
"You might be gone for a long time," he cautioned in his usual lecherous way. "A man has needs."
"Don't worry about me," I said. "I've got the situation in hand."
He laughed, and said, "Well, I hope you can get good Internet-porn out there."
If he only knew!
***
After a layover in Hawaii, it was nearly midnight when I landed on the island that wouldn't be a dot on most maps. Inside the little terminal, a young Polynesian woman waited.
"Lana?" I asked.
She pronounced her whole name—which was probably 12 or 14 letters—and added with a smile, "That's why I go by Lana."
She was probably in her early thirties, exotic looking with a dark complexion, huge brown eyes, high cheekbones, and a wide, almost ever-present, smile. She stood about five-three, had medium sized breasts, narrow hips, and a compact, but nice round butt. If I wasn't married—and if she wasn't gay—I could have been really interested in her.
She drove us out to the site, and we got right to work. She turned out to be an absolute joy to work with. She was intelligent, knew how to trouble-shoot code, and had a great sense of humor.
We worked non-stop for the next nine hours, and finally figured out a work-around for the problem that had taken the system offline. The quick-fix was a kluge, at best, but with the tracker up and running, we were able to take a break to get some sleep. It would turn out that the permanent changes we would eventually make would take more than two weeks to fully implement and test.
***
In my motel room in the little village, I checked the cloud for saved videos from my Holly-cam. There were 132! I knew that most of those were going to be "walk-bys," and I was too exhausted to go through them to try to sort them out—or to jerk off if I had found a good one, anyway. I stripped, and crawled under the sheet on the big king-size bed.
In the shower the next morning, it occurred to me that I could quickly and easily sort my Holly-cam videos by file-size. A walk-by would be fairly short, where a good jilling off session would likely be pretty long,—at least I hoped so.
Out of the now-187 files, I found only one that looked like it would be a good candidate. Still naked, I started playing it, fast-forwarded a bit, and confirmed that it was my sexy wife walking over to our bed, naked. The timestamp showed it was about nine in the morning, yesterday, her time, so she probably wasn't going to bed.
My cock started to enlarge, but I shut down the video before things got out of hand—or into hand, as it were. I had to meet Lana for breakfast, and I wanted to call Holly before that. The Holly-cam video would have to wait for tonight when I could give it my full attention.
At seven o'clock for me, out in the pacific, it was noon for Holly back in Florida. We had a good conversation during her lunch break at work, where I told her about what the island was like, the progress we'd made already, and about Lana.
Holly, however trusting by nature, was probably not entirely un-happy when I told her that the attractive woman I was working side by side with was a lesbian. She asked me to send a picture of us together, which I did, later on.
The day's work went quite well, and we were back in our respective motel rooms after a simple dinner, by nine at night.
As I waited for my laptop to boot up, I stripped out of my clothes, and then sat down at the little desk in the room, with a handful of tissues within easy reach.
I navigated to the cloud, and found that there were a bunch more Holly-cam files. As usual, most were small in size, and I deleted those. But, along with the one I'd previewed this morning, there was another huge file. It was many times the file-size of the first one!
At first, that excited me, but then I wondered if I was going to be watching a boring video of my wife changing the sheets on the bed. The timestamp showed it to have been recorded at a little after four in the evening, Holly's time, on Saturday.
I opened it, and was pleased to see my gorgeous wife walking past the camera wearing her short robe over what I guessed was her naked body. She went to the dresser, and then carried several of her toys over to the nightstand beside the bed. I could see that she had also taken out a bottle of lube. My dick started growing quickly, as I imagined the marathon jill off session that I had captured!
But I decided to take things in order, and I went back to watch the earlier video, first.
Gently stroking my dick, I watched Holly walk into the bedroom, completely naked. Had she been in her office, watching porn on her laptop? I couldn't know, of course, but something had obviously gotten her ready for a jill-off session, and that's all that mattered to me, at the moment.
She walked to the bed, turned and sat on the edge. I was a little disappointed that I didn't see any of her toys around. Maybe this was just going to be a quickie, I thought.
She sat side-to the camera, so I wasn't getting a good pussy shot, but I could see her slide her hand between her legs, and start rubbing gently. From her hand motions I could tell when she began running her fingers up and down her slit, and it was obvious when she started to concentrate on her clit, from both her hand motions, and the look on her face.
As she began finger-fucking her pussy with one hand, she started to squeeze her tit with the other. Fortunately, it was the tit closer to the camera, so I could see her puffy nipple bulging as she dug her fingers into the mound that I knew so well.
When she slid her fingers and thumb outward onto her nipple and began to pull on it, she laid herself over backwards onto the bed, raised her feet up onto the edge, and with her legs spread wide, she picked up the pace of the hand-fuck she was giving her cunt.
I couldn't actually see the finger-in-pussy action, but she picked up speed quickly, and as she pulled on her nipple she arched her back, and with her head thrown back and her mouth open, I could tell she was getting ready to cum.
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