The events below occurred just a few years ago. At the time I was a 28 years old single guy, self-employed as a videographer for weddings, parties, graduations, etc. I was an average looking, typical, somewhat conservative guy - a little bit on the tech-geek side but not overly so. I had a few girlfriends over the years, but nothing serious. My longest term relationships were online and long distance with a few girls from around the world. While lacking some of the advantages of a real relationship (sex), these remote ones fit nicely with my busy work life and a couple of them grew to be remarkably strong and real.
As a professional video guy, of course, I had a nice assortment of pro camera and audio gear - the production values on my wedding DVDs was better than for most reality TV shows. But for my perv hobby, I had another equally impressive array of video equipment.
Over the years I had accumulated about two dozen different types of tiny video cameras suitable for being easily hidden in clothing or gear. I had a fascination for covert video - and my porn of choice was hidden camera where at least one of the participants is genuinely unaware they are being shot. I had played around with this stuff for a few years - finding good places to conceal them in my clothing. Initially these were very low resolution and had short recording times. This limited me to uses where I was present and could activate them. Once I felt confident in the invisibility of the hidden cams, I started using them when I had a girl to bring back to my place. Without knowing it, some of those girls gave me a gift of sex that kept on giving.
My big quality breakthrough came from the combination of the newer small but high quality webcams with external batteries and micro hard drives. This allowed me to get several hours of straight recording time - and it opened up exciting new options. I built one of these into each of my camera bags. Camera bags, by the way, are a fantastic place to hide this kind of setup because the bulky parts - the battery and the hard drive - do not actually need to be hidden. Only the camera need be concealed - the battery and HD sit in the bag with the rest of my equipment and fit right in. In time I got quite good at making the cameras invisible.
Whenever I did a wedding, I looked for an opportunity to deploy one or more of my cams. Target number one was the bride's dressing room. I would usually meet up with the bride in the morning to coordinate timing and to capture some wedding prep moments. If the dressing room was reasonably secure, I would ask if I could leave some of my extra gear there until after the ceremony. Not once has a bride refused me on this. After that it was only a matter of leaving each camera bag in a location and position for good room coverage and pressing the record buttons before leaving.
Then after every wedding I would get home thoroughly exhausted from the hard work, but at the same time excited to find out what treasures I had collected. Every wedding was like Christmas morning for me. Sometimes the videos contained nothing of much interest. But sometimes there was gold gold. A bride half dressed or completely undressed or lurid sexual conversation between the girls. a couple of times a little pre-wedding sex between the bride and groom... once even sex between the bride and some guy who definitely was not the groom. That one I have played many happy times.
But that isn't the story I came here to tell you.
One of my long-distance, online girlfriends was named Bania. She lived in Monterrey, Mexico when I first met her in a video chat room. She was an art student at the time and I found her stunningly attractive. She had caramel skin with a dusting of dark brown freckles, a slim but not too skinny body and a beautiful exotic face resulting from being half-Mexican and half-Chinese. I had chatted with hundreds of women - some quite beautiful - but from the first moment I saw Bania I was hooked. We chatted and flirted got to know each other in the relative safety of a public chatroom for weeks. The more I knew the real person behind the beautiful face, the more hooked I became. Her personality was confident and fiery. If someone said something that pushed one of her buttons, watch out! This was the early days of online video chat, before camgirl sites. Guys would hang out in these rooms sometimes to chat about whatever, but more often to talk the girls into showing some. And although Bania was not one of the girls who ever showed, she could hold court for hours.
When our relationship moved on to the next level (Skype), I heard her voice for the first time. Since her typing had always been fast and in impeccable English, I always imagined her to have very little accent. But actually she had quite a thick and extremely sexy Mexican accent. Her voice was a little bit throaty, very sultry. Every time I learned more about this girl, I found her more amazing. And as far as I could tell, she was becoming just as interested in me.
Typically by this time with an online girlfriend I would have encouraged her to show me something on camera, but with Bania I did not want to destroy the magic we had going and so I let it take its own pace. From day one she was very comfortable with flirtatious or outright sexual conversation - and as the relationship grew it became increasingly intimate. One night when I answered her Skype call, the image that I saw was a close-up of fingers slowly rubbing a pussy. My mind raced as the blood drained into my lower extremities. Was she really doing this? Was she playing a porn video into her feed to play with my head and see my reaction? I watched this for minutes until the fingers on the screen had worked that pussy to perfect climax. Then she slid her chair slowly back from the camera until I could see all of her. It was indeed Bania, leaning back with one hand still touching her pussy, the other resting on her chin, watching my video feed as if to measure my reaction. Her body was that of a beautiful girl – not at all heavy but also not skinny. Her tits looked fantastic. Medium brown C-cups with delicious looking chocolate nipples. She sat there in that chair for long minutes with not one word spoken. She could tell that I was stroking myself to my own gradual climax, but she never asked to see it. She just sat there in the murky semi-darkness watching my face and smirking as I worked myself to orgasm.
Over the following weeks we spent many long nights in chat or in Skype when I should have been asleep and resting up for a rigorous workday. One night she set up her camera so that I could watch her sleep - and I did for hours, occasionally stroking myself but mostly just watching her breathe.
After talking about it for months, we finally arranged to meet up in person. I offered to pay her way to Los Angeles to visit me for three days around the holidays. We set ground rules to protect both of us from disappointment and awkwardness - no sex, no expectations beyond two friends finally meeting and spending some time together. I purchased the airfare and booked three nights for her at a hotel not terribly far from my place. I was very nervous waiting to meet her in person, wondering if the reality would be at all similar to the semi-fantasy that I had built. But from the moment I saw her walking through the gate at the airport I sensed that the connection was real. When she saw me, she smiled broadly and ran to me as fast as she could roll her suitcase. We embraced tightly, then she leaned back for a moment to look at me, smiling with either approval or relief, and then we kissed. First kisses are usually awkward - this one felt like a kiss between long-time lovers.
I know very well that people do not always look the same in person as they do on video. But this girl standing in front of me was every bit as hot and sexy and beautiful as she seemed to be from afar. Her dark skin was not perfectly smooth, but it was perfect. The freckles gave her an artistic quality as if she were a fine painting by a great master. Her eyes seemed to sparkle.
There was a lot of kissing over the three days that we spent together. Bania was an amazing kisser. I checked her in at the hotel, gave her a few minutes to freshen up and then took her out for an afternoon and evening of Southern California experiences. Through all of it, I felt certain she was as much into me as I was into her. Even so, as we arrived back at the hotel I made it clear that I would honor our agreement - she smiled as if to say "how adorable" and pulled me into the room and onto the bed.
I had long-imagined Bania to be confident and uninhibited in bed as she was everywhere else, and she definitely met my expectations. Some women act as if they have sex because it's what the man wants or have sex to feel the intimate connection. Bania seemed to have sex because she really liked having sex. If we were kissing she liked to plunge her hand into my pants and grab my dick. She seemed to love holding it in her hand and she reveled in being fucked. We did it many different ways, but I don't think she cared about the positions - she just liked it. And when she decided it was time for her to cum, Bania would tell me to let loose and she would supplement the action by massaging her own clit at the same time.
Oh my God she had magnificent breasts. I had seen them a few times on Skype, but in person and in my hands they were truly spectacular. Not huge but definitely not too small, nice shaped, firm, with nipples that looked like Playboy model airbrushed perfection. I told her that and she thought it was funny.
The only surprise for me was that Bania didn't seem to like oral. I had many masturbatory explosions over the previous year imagining her sucking my dick, but in bed she never made a move to get her mouth close to it. It was a surprising to me for someone who was so intensely tactile about kissing and touching. The first time I kissed my way down to her pussy and began to eat her out she seemed surprised and slightly uncomfortable. I'm not sure why - her pussy was neatly trimmed, very clean and thoroughly delicious. She went with it, though, and seemed to enjoy it.
For the rest of her visit we were never separated. During the days we went places, saw things, had good food. On one evening we met up with another couple whom Bania knew in the area - it made me feel like her boyfriend, and I liked the feeling. I smiled every time she spoke because her accent was so damned cute. And every evening we fucked like horny rabbits.
At the end of her visit as I took her to the airport I sensed that we both felt a mutual connection and that she was as interested in me as I was in her - and yet I did not sense any clinginess or inclination to turn this into a relationship with more ties. This was good for me, as I had never been a long-term-relationship kind of guy. I saw her off at the airport and drove home with a smile and her taste on my lips. Oh, and I also had a duffel bag with my hidden camera equipment and several hours of low-light video of Bania and myself frolicking. I don't know how many times I shot my load that weekend, but however many it was dwarfed by the number of times I beat off watching the video.
