As the image came into focus I was presented with a beautiful young woman lying perpendicular to the camera on a bed or possibly a couch. I had no idea which, actually. That was not what had grabbed my attention.
Lying on her stomach with her feet kicking playfully, she was typing on a laptop. She could easily have been a college student chatting with her friends or doing her homework. As she moved her legs and typed away, the muscles in her legs and butt tensed and relaxed, making the view even more amazing.
That will be the last time you will see me type the word "butt". This was not a butt, it was an ass. Not just an ass. THE ass. No woman on this planet has been graced with such a marvelous backside and she knew it. Mid-camera in full view wearing nothing but the skimpiest and tightest bikini bottom was the perfect place to showcase it. I couldn't take my eyes away. A selfie at that moment would have shown me to be an old man goggle eyed gasping like a fish out of water.
I thought she was typing with another client until I realized that the message was addressed to me. Hooray, my membership finally came through! Uh oh. I also had tokens to spend. This might be more than my old ticker was going to be able to take.
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::Wait, wait, wait, stop! Are you seriously going to waste our time with some story of a webcam girl simply getting paid to do what she does best? Please::
Note to those reading the above statement and believing that it might be true. Read on. If you leave, you risk missing what was simply the most mind blowing sexual experience this 62 year man has had in his lifetime.
::Oh right::
- knowing smile...
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A little background might be in order.
On the night in question I found myself in bed in a dark room looking at a muted cell phone. There were two smelly, farty men sleeping in beds next to me as I was currently residing in a transitional housing facility for the homeless.
I realize I'm not exactly painting an enticing background for an erotic fantasy here, but bear with me. I had made this program actually work. In 8 weeks I was finally going to move into my own place and had saved up to make it really nice. Fully furnished with brand new everything, my own car, a powerful PC with a webcam and a great internet connection for browsing.
::And you couldn't wait that long to start browsing beauties in the privacy of your own room"?::
Pipe down.
For years I have been struggling with depression. Being homeless, in fact, had made me even worse. But I finally had decided that I wasn't going to let it win and started pulling out of it.
Many people taking antidepressants, however, can experience powerful side effects that are capable of utterly destroying their sex life. I was on one of those. The docs tried me on Viagra to help, but to no avail. I could barely muster a weak erection, and wasn't able to achieve climax. I have a deep fascination with beautiful women so it was tormenting me greatly. I hadn't had an orgasm in over a year.
In a dorm setting, that was grudgingly acceptable. But now I was looking forward to my own place. It was time to see if there was anything new on the medication market. My doc said there was but then asked me if I was sure. She knew I lived in an all men group setting.
"This new medication might, um, have the opposite effect".
Was she serious? If she was getting a cut, she earned it that day. I practically ran to the pharmacy, then remembered I had a car.
It was going to take a week to taper off the old meds and another to fully increase the new one to full dose. Fine, I started right then. I was never any good at math.
Three days ago it hit me. Hard. Every pun you can imagine is intended. I wasn't in bed or even in private. I was in the bakery department of the local store. Understand that this was not like an ED drug. It was still an antidepressant. I knew I had to intend to get an erection. I had time to finish shopping and wasn't worried about a physical reaction. I just noticed a warmth I hadn't felt in some time.
When I slid in the car and the steering wheel touched my groin, it felt good. Hmm.
I tried again. Well hey there stranger! I knew I better get out of there or I was going to be arrested. I was rock hard! The tip of my penis started catching on my belly from underneath my belt. I had never been large enough to manage that feat before!
Oh, this was going to be glorious.
But I had switched too early. What was I going to do?
I didn't fit in with many of the homeless crowd I was with. I had never smoked and stopped drinking and drugging in my 20s. I grew up in Boulder, CO, where a "street" mentality was nonexistent. Not that I was any better than my compadres, we just had a different background. I was homeless because I had grown too fat for my wife to have sex with and things started changing. The depression kept getting worse. Finally she told me it was time to leave. I was devastated. Until this last year I felt like I was living in a plane between Heaven and Hell.
I was ready to turn my life around, but this rager wasn't going to wait that long..
I wasn't sure I had the makeup to do some of the things that my roommates claimed they did to take care of their sexual needs, I have never been with a prostitute. I've been to a strip club but only for the stage show. When I was still married, my wife had the classic "look, but don't touch" policy. That meant no lap dances, happy ending massages, or 1-900 numbers. Nowadays those numbers come with video and are called webcams. A live person talking dirty to coax the cum out of me was a no no. Same as a prostitute. Forbidden. We were no longer married, but I had still stuck to that code. Silly idea that we may some day reunite.
I still love her, but it's been 12 years. It's hard to stay a goody two-shoe when you are lying in the dark with your first full hard on in years and it is aching for attention.
::So you couldn't just browse some porn? You jump straight into a webcam on a crappy muted phone with sleeping men next to you?::
Hush, We are almost back to, hmm.. let's call her Sonya. Sonya Bladez, heh.
As I was laying there with this completely new creature between my legs, I knew I couldn't just pull it out and start stroking. My roommates slept deeply, but not that deeply. Most guys went into the shower to take care of business, but I was a die hard romantic at heart. A bad smell could ruin it for me. The commodes were in the same room as the showers.
Maybe just a few bits of touching might do the trick. Nope. That did the opposite. It felt even better and I seemed to increase in size even further. (note to self: mention size to my ex wife).
Porn had lost it for me some time ago. My tastes are still those of the 1970s Playboy. Today's internet world seems intent on sticking filler in whatever part of a woman's body they can find. Sometimes it stretches the skin so tight it looks transparent and inhuman. Sometimes, women die from it. Sometimes I need to shut up and get on with the story. I was just trying to give a shout out to the old teardrop shaped breasts.
I pulled out my phone and went to my "sex" bookmarks. Brace yourself...
Fine art nude photography.
Laugh if you will, but women are the most beautiful thing God has ever placed on this earth. We were made in His own image, so our eye can see it. These artists can not only see it, but express it with their imagery.
Women also deserve better than we give them. Most men don't know that. My Mom, who raised us four kids as a single mother in the 60s, made sure I did.
My newfound vicious rascal really liked the natural and artistically posed nude women I was browsing. I was particularly fond of this site as it was part of an artistic community that explored less demeaning ways to fulfill your fantasies about women. I started to read some user stories on Literotica.com. When I grew up there was Playboy for the images, Penthouse for the stories. Literotica was now my place for stories.
I still didn't dare try more than rubbing the tip and frenulum with my sheets, but the hard-on just seemed to want more. A faint worry started to cross my thoughts. Was I still not going to be able to climax? Maybe I should just try another time. Give the medication more days to adjust. Shut down, roll over, and try to get some sleep.
That lasted no more than 15 seconds. As I turned the phone back on I noticed another link. "Literotica 18+ webcams". I don't think they are actually related, but I got lucky. It wasn't a cheap ad leading to pop ups from hell like most webcam site links I had clicked on before.
Instead, I was presented with a panel containing images of women that were quite good looking. I knew as I started to peruse the women that I was about to take a major step in my my new sexual story. This was Taboo. This was breaking the code.
This was time for me to grow up and become a man... cyberwise at least.
I made sure that the models were all of age and noticed that many had Eastern Europe or Russian backgrounds. What were they putting in the water over there? They were quite attractive with beautiful bodies.
I started going faster and faster through the images. I had no idea what I wanted but they all seemed to offer intense gratification. I was like Eli Wallach running through the graveyard at the end of the Good, the Bad and the Ugly. He suddenly stops, steps back, and views his prize.
You know who she is. You know what caught my attention. You know that you want to read more, so stop bitching and never, ever, make me go through this long-winded explanation again as to why you should keep reading.
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