The first adult video I saw had no plot -- the scenario was "Delivery Man Basic." He was built like he lived in a gym, and she looked like Barbie. He was delivering water -- those large, heavy bottles -- to her well-appointed mansion, and about ten seconds after she opened the door to let him in they were rolling around on the floor. My encounters have never been like that, in any respect but one -- they've been unexpected, which in some ways have made them so much more satisfying, and so much more exciting.
I had been separated for about a year, and was so busy working and trying to manage my newly unfolding life that I didn't have time to socialize. At first I had relished my freedom and re-found personal space, but as the months wore on I began to miss companionship, someone to share the day with, and yes, to share my bed with, too.
One evening, bored with the books and television and other amusements at hand I dropped into a chat room for the local area I lived in, something that quickly became a habit. After a while I began to recognize a group of regulars, who in turn came to know me. Our conversations covered all topics, from the day's news to what someone was planning for the weekend, and we eventually became friends in that easy way that's made possible by the anonymity of chat rooms.
Of all the regulars, I seemed to hit it off with Karen particularly well. Unlike many of the others, she could actually spell consistently and correctly, seemed to construct her sentences out of completed thoughts, and had a great sense humor -- all rarities in the online world. She was my age, give or take, and although married was clearly bored and looking for something more.
One Saturday afternoon we were chatting, and she asked me if I wanted to "see" something. It turned out she had bought herself a small webcam, and before the afternoon was over I indeed got to see her. She wouldn't show me her face, but I could tell she was on the heavy side with great curves, and when I typed out how much I loved her shape she squeezed her breasts between her arms and typed to me that she "liked a man who could appreciate her best assets."
I'd be lying if I didn't admit to being turned on. I kept her image in my mind's eye for the rest of the week and thought of her when I jerked off, wondering what it would be like to be with her. Apparently she liked it all as well, perhaps even more. She seemed to like the idea of turning me on, of being watched, and when we connected online the following week she went much farther. She showed me how to enable the audio connection, and as we talked to each other she took off her top, pinched her nipples hard, and then showed me a thick purple dildo that she said was her favorite toy. As I watched in amazement she swallowed up the toy inside of her, and I came with her as we both listened to each other and played with ourselves across the connection.
This soon became a standing appointment -- every Saturday her husband would go out, and we'd play. She was quite the technician, and gave me advice about purchasing my own webcam. She bought herself a pair of headphones, the better to work her toys, and we fell into a comfortable routine. One Saturday afternoon we were in the middle of it -- her toy plunging in and out, our encouragements to each other back and forth over the headphones -- when I suddenly saw some commotion on the screen behind her. I saw her swivel in her chair, heard static and voices, and then saw her pull off her headphones and put them down. I watched as she pulled her shirt closed across her bosom, but I could still hear even though she had taken off her headset, and I listened to the drama unfold.
