It had been an amazing couple of months since I'd first flashed my large boobs to a stranger in Germany on my webcam. In fact it had possibly even changed my life in a good way. Thankfully I'd managed to separate my two lives; although my dress sense at work had become a little bit more daring; with me wearing stockings or hold-ups most days and wearing bras that emphasised and exposed my cleavage. Being lusted after by scores of men around the world had made me more self-confident and had put a spring into my step. I was soon genuinely hooked on the web-camming experience; I spent far too long in my working day thinking about what I'd done the previous night and what I might wear and do in my next session. I felt constantly turned on; occasionally having to disappear into the toilets for a quick flick of my clitty!
I'd been out on the town twice with a couple of married girlfriends but apart from some extra attention because I was wearing seamed stockings nothing had come of it; I still had to rely on my toys and webcam to get my jolly's.
"That's him." Claudia whispered as I was making us a cup of coffee.
"Who?" I replied as I teetered back into the main office on my new 3 inch heels.
"Looking in the window. The one that looks a bit like the actor Colin Farrell." My young colleague subtly pointed at a young man that had been in the Estate Agent's office that we worked in earlier in the week.
"Oh; he's cute." I sarcastically chuckled as I squinted into the sunlight at the scruffily dressed young man.
The next we knew he nervously entered the office and began looking at the details of some houses in a very upmarket part of town. Just as Claudia readied herself to approach him I squinted again.
"Craig?" I asked the unkempt youth when I recognised him, "Craig Head?"
He shuffled his feet and blushed. "Yep, that's me."
Craig looked out of place in our office dressed in scruffy Converse pumps, skinny black jeans, a variety of beads and chains around his neck and wrists plus a well worn white grand-dad shirt under a battered black leather jacket. His dark hair was shoulder length and swept back in a nonchalant manner plus he had a 7 day stubble on his chin.
With Claudia glared at me I crossed the office floor; suddenly self-conscious that my boobs were wobbling in my latest ¾ cup bra. When I reached him I wasn't sure how to greet one of my youngest daughters old school friends. Should I kiss him? Shake his hand? Hug him?
"Have you won the lottery?" I asked and motioned towards the houses that he was looking at.
"Sorry? Oh? No." Craig blushed again and mumbled something about looking for a flat.
I maneuvered him to the right area while asking what price he wanted to pay and which area he wanted to live in. As I handed him various leaflets we caught up on a little bit of news and gossip.
Craig had gone to College at the same time as my daughter; but had dropped out after a year because his band were becoming quite popular and he hated his course anyway.
I vaguely knew his parents who owned a hotel, restaurant and two pubs in town so I guessed that they were subsidising this venture.
He took the details of a couple of flats but he seemed unclear as to what he really wanted. We bumped into each other around town a couple of times in the next few days; then on the Thursday evening I was surprised to find him standing next to me in the bus queue as I made my way home. The bus wasn't particularly busy but I still made my way towards the back. Craig sat next to me and we made small talk. He was quite chatty until the woman sitting directly in front got up and left her seat empty. He went very quiet and I had the feeling that there was something on his mind. I didn't know him as well as some of my daughters other friends so didn't feel that I should pry into his business.
About half way through the journey I'd run out of things to say when Craig anxiously looked around the bus then cocked his head; so he was looking at me sideways.
"Why do you call yourself.........Betty Boop?" He asked matter of factly.
My blood ran cold.
"That is you; isn't it?" Craig smirked as he now had the upper hand, "Betty Boop...you know.....when you do your....shows on the Internet."
My hands were hot and clammy and I felt sick as I stared blankly out of the bus window.
"Don't worry," he chuckled as he moved the rucksack on his knee then stroked my thigh and rested his palm on my suspender strap, "I haven't told anyone.....about your....secret."
I didn't know what to say and just concentrated on staring out of the window into the darkness. He quickly became bolder and with his rucksack and my large handbag as cover he ran his long fingers up the inside of my thigh until he was gently tugging the suspender strap and stroking the diamond top of my 15 denier Levante Vanessa stockings.
"What do you want?" I quietly croaked as my throat was as dry as stone.
"I want to fuck you and spunk on your massive tits," His warm breath stunk of beer and tobacco as he whispered into my ear and his fingers ran across the front of my knickers. "Just like you asked me to do.... on Sunday."
Shocked; I turned to see his grinning face. I scrunched my face in disbelief, "Like I asked you?"
Craig pulled back the sleeve of his jacket to reveal a heavily tattooed arm. I instantly recognised the one of Betty Boop sitting in a champagne glass. My blood ran cold again. This was Young Muttley. One of my 'friends' on messenger. He'd been on a lot in the last month and was, in fact, the one who could cum two or three times in a session and could make it shoot upwards and arc onto his desk; which had always impressed me.
