If I masturbated once thinking of Heather, I did a hundred times. Heather is my wife's best friend and she is gorgeous -- plain and simple. Heather is 33, a few years younger than me and has that sexy 'girl next door' look. She stands about 5' 2" tall, has short dirty blonde hair and blue/green eyes and a body that makes my head spin. She must have the tightest little bum I have ever seen -- it is all I can do not to stare openly at it when she is around. She has the cutest sexy laugh that makes my knees melt and my cock twitch....
If it isn't obvious by now -- she has me spellbound, and I would have given my left nut to see her naked -- I wouldn't have dared imagine it would actually happen, and that more was in store than just a look..........
One night last month Heather and her husband Grant were over at our house for dinner. Heather was unintentionally driving me crazy again, running around in a pair of tight shorts and t-shirt. As always, I had to make a conscious effort not to stare at her exceptional frame. My wife, being very jealous, would have had a fit if she knew what was going through my mind as I snuck glances at Heather. I was in a constant state of semi-arousal as I fantasized about Heather naked and what I'd like to do with her.
Grant mentioned that he would be 'batching' it for a few days soon as Heather had to travel to a seminar in a city about 3 hours away. We told Grant he was welcome to come over whenever he wanted if he got tired of his own cooking. I guess I wasn't thinking straight because I never put it together that I would be out of town that same week -- and I was going to the same city! My wife Terry had wanted to come along with me but couldn't get the time off work. It was Terry that remembered I was going to be in the city when Heather was going.
"Brent ... You're going to be there that week too", Terry said.
"Huh?... Really?" I answered, coming out of another fantasy. "The week of the 23rd?"
"Yes", Heather replied, "Are you there then?"
"Yeah, I am. I've got to take a course for work."
"Cool, I don't know anyone there.... Maybe we could get together for dinner one night."
"Sure, lets" I responded, proud of myself for keeping a non-committal tone -- I was already deep in fantasy mode as I considered what I would love to be doing 'one night' alone in the city with Heather.
I loved these trips away from home -- trips alone that is. Every so often Terry would come along with me - those trips were not near as much fun. I have only once cheated on my wife physically, but when I get the chance, I love to have cyber-sex or watch women 'play' online. I always take my laptop with me when I go away -- when I have a hotel room to myself I can play and watch as much as I want -- no fear of Terry coming home and finding me with my camera on, my cock in my hand, watching some woman get off online. I would have loved to fuck on camera while people watch online like lots of couples do, but my wife would never agree to that. I envied the men I saw online, watching their wives suck them off while they typed in the chatrooms -- lucky bastards. Whenever I went away, all my spare time was spent online. I was however willing on this trip to give up an evening of play to be with Heather.
The days drug on forever as I anticipated my trip, but eventually I was on my way. Heather had left the day before and was expecting me to call when I got to the city.
At 4:00 I checked into my hotel, unpacked and hooked up my computer to make sure the internet was working. I couldn't resist a quick look into my favorite chatroom. As soon as I logged in I started searching for open cameras in the sex chat rooms. After looking around for a few minutes, I found a woman who was generously showing everything, much to the appreciation of the men in the chatroom. She wasn't playing with herself, just showing off, but judging by the conversation she was carrying on, she was not far from it. She would regularly move back from the desk where the camera showed her face and chest, and show her full nakedness. She would smile and laugh and then sit down again to see what people's reactions were. Since I was planning to call Heather at about 6:00, I decided on a little play first. I was way too horny to be alone with Heather anyway -- she would surely catch me gawking at her.
I stripped down, placed my camera on a stool under the desk, focused it on my half erect cock and sent her an invitation to view -- which she accepted.
'mmm Nice cock' she messaged me.
'TX, nice everything' I sent back.
I sent her a few more messages but she was not typing. She was obviously starting to become more and more excited and was showing off less, spending more time at her desk. I could tell by the movements of her shoulders that her hands were busy but not on the keyboard. She, like me, was playing with herself while watching others do the same.
I sent her another message -- 'Can I see what your playing with?...lol'
She never responded but her camera was soon adjusted to show exactly what I wanted. I could now readily see her pussy in close view -- her fingers moving slowly over it. Even with the less than ideal resolution of the webcam I could see how wet she was -- her fingers were glistening. I reached onto the desk for the lubricant I had brought along and squeezed a liberal dollop onto my cock.
'thank you', I sent.
'you're welcome'
As is typical, we never typed much as we continued to play. She was now moving her fingers more and more quickly over her pussy now and occasionally slipping one and two fingers as deep into her pussy as she could reach.
My hands too were glistening as was my fully erect cock. Precum was beginning to leak from the slit of my cock, mixing with the lubricant wetting my throbbing organ. She was getting into it completely now, and I could sense by her more frenzied play and the way she was rocking against her hand she was close to cumming. Ahhh, I loved that. My favorite thing in the world is to see and/or hear a woman cum.
I was not ready to cum yet but seeing her getting so aroused was making me closer. My cock was throbbing and rigid and I could sense cum welling up in my balls -- and then.....
'RING RING' the phone.
'Damn', I thought. 'Terry calling to make sure I made it ok.'
"Hello?"
"Hi Brent." It wasn't Terry, but Heather -- that was a pleasant surprise - and here I was with my cock in hand.
Since I was already close to cumming, the sound of Heather's voice almost put me over the edge.
"Uh .... Hi Heather!" I stammered, my voice almost betraying my arousal.
"My seminar is only across the street, when I saw your truck here on my way back I thought I'd stop by -- I'm downstairs."
"Oh....uh...ok." I replied.
"Still doing dinner tonight"
"uh, sure" I answered as I continued to stroke my cock - more and more aroused as I listened to her voice.
"Great!" she sounded as happy as I was. "Umm, Brent?"
"Yeah?"
"Kinda embarrassing, but do you mind if I use your bathroom? I hate public ones -- my hotel is across town -- I don't know if I'd make it."
"ummmm....." panic, I've got to clean-up fast.... "ok...sure .... Room 118."
Damn, why didn't I have a room on the 10th floor or something.
"Thanks ..... be right there" she said and the phone went dead.
I quickly slammed my laptop closed and threw the lubricant on the desk into a drawer. Jetting to the bathroom I quickly wiped my hands and cock on a small towel and ran back out. I was slipping my pants up over my half erect cock when there was a knock on the door. I threw my shirt on and opened the door while trying to remain composed.
"Hi!" Heather smiled, "you're a lifesaver, thanks."
"No problem -- right in here" I waved my arm to indicate the washroom.
'Whew' I thought, 'that was close.' I glanced around the room and saw that the camera was still set-up. It was obvious what it was aimed at, being under the desk. I quickly unplugged it and threw it in a drawer. With one last look around the room for evidence, I turned on the TV, and sat on the sofa in front of it. Heather was a few minutes in the washroom, and came out smiling - Man she was attractive! She wore a very businesslike skirt suit, a white blouse, and moderate heels. Her make-up was not overdone nor her hair - she was striking.
"Thanks again."
"Oh, you're welcome. Anytime."
