He was sitting in his home office. Work was slow lately, which was never a good thing for him. Any time he was not busy with actual work, his mind sprinted towards erotic thoughts. This is nothing new or unusual. Recently, though, things took a turn.
Until now, John had been satisfied with cruising porn and masturbating when his wife left the house. That had become a very well established routine. Especially since her desire for sex had dwindled to zero. He found that he needed more interaction than porn was giving him. He needed that one-on-one connection.
But...how does a married man, who works at home, with no history of being social find such an interaction? The internet, of course. With little effort, he was able to find a video chat site with willing participants. Click after click, he was met with women of all colors, ages, sizes, and levels of kink. Kink...there was a term he didn't use on a regular basis. He had no idea how very soon things would change.
He met Kristina on his third day of searching. She was young. Not overly pretty by today's standards. Her hair was long and wavy, but could be described as stringy. Her nose was slightly too big. But her eyes were compelling. They held secrets. She was fully clothed on the camera. Not licking her lips, or caressing her tits in an attempt to seduce him. She simply looked like a girl that was hanging out. He was smitten.
Something about her made something inside of him come alive. He more than wanted this girl. He needed her. Her eyes had something in them that told him there was much about her that needed to be discovered. This was going to take some time, but he was willing to put in the effort.
The conversation started with the typical questions. How old? Where are you from? Are you single? He was honest about everything. There was no need to lie. It is always more difficult to remember the lies you tell. She was new to the site. In fact, it was only her third day. That could have been a lie, but he believed her. It also told a bit of her story. This was a sex chat site. Some come here by accident and leave as soon as they realize what is happening. If someone comes back for a third day, there is a desire there.
He wanted to move the conversation in the right direction, so he asked her in a sarcastic (safe) tone, "How are you enjoying seeing all of the cock on this site?" Her reaction revealed volumes. She did not answer the question with words, but her body language said enough. Her head bowed down with embarrassment - showing that she did not like that she loved what she saw. She maintained eye contact - showing that she needed his acceptance. It was the mouth that aroused him the most. It had a slight curl of a smile. She had a lust for what she saw, but she did not know what to do with those emotions. She was perceived as a "nice girl" and "nice girls" don't like to look at men jacking off.
He asked her, "Have you ever masturbated while looking at them?" He already knew the answer before he asked. Of course she had not. As soon as she saw it, she moved on to the next person. She didn't say it, but he knew that the images were burned into her brain, and she used those images later in the shower, or in the privacy of her bed. That image made his cock swell. He reached down, under the desk to touch himself. He watched her eyes follow his hand as it disappeared. He was careful not to be vulgar, but his cock was desperate for attention. He didn't make a big deal of it and continued to type.
"Was there a cock that you liked the most?” he asked? She hesitated before answering. Scrolling through her mental photo album of recent men.
Then her eyes widened. "Yes! There was this one man. It wasn't huge, but it was the perfect shape. Like it was a perfectly formed dildo."
"Was he circumsized?” She nodded no and smiled.
He stopped typing for a moment, just looking at her. Slowly stroking himself under the desk. Out of her eyesight. Her mouth was slightly open. Her chin was resting on her hand, and she was absentmindedly caressing her pinky finger with her tongue. He asked, "Do you want to join me?"
She sat up. A bit taken aback that he would be that bold. "No" she said, "I couldn't. Not on camera." Not on camera...it was her way of saying yes without saying the words. And she wasn't even aware she had said it.
"Of course not. I would never ask you to do something on camera that you were not comfortable with." Her shoulders relaxed at the statement. He would protect her and push her at the same time. "I could help you explore if you want me to."
Her eyes narrowed with a confused look. "What do you mean, explore?” she asked. He looked at her, seeing that her breath had quickened. Her mouth never really closing except to occasionally bite her lip. Her tongue caressed anything that was near it; her lips, her fingers.
"Trust me," he said. "This will be fun."
Her mind was racing. "What am i thinking? Is this man going to try to see me naked? I'm not going to let that happen."
He looked at her again with those calming, trusting eyes and said, "I am going to talk you through some movements. You have the power to close the camera at any time."
"Right, I can stop at any time." She nodded to him. Her smile had faded. Replaced by arousal and expectation. She could already feel herself getting warm and wet.
"I want you to take your left hand and place it on the side of your neck."
A bit of an odd start, she thought, but she did it.
"Perfect. Let your hand get warm from the heat of your neck. Move it under your hair."
How did he know my hand was cold? Is this man in my head? It felt good. The contrast of heat and cold. She could feel her hand warming up.
"Now...move your hand down your chest. Stopping at your breast."
She moved, almost involuntarily. She slid her hand around her neck and onto her clothed breast. She always liked how they felt in her hand, but he could not know that. She could not help herself and squeezed her left tit. The pressure shot waves through her body and made her take a short, quick breath. She saw his eyes. Still calm. Still trusting, but also full of lust. Lust for her. Was he actually getting turned on by her? She watched as his hand went under the desk again. He stroked slowly a few times as he watched. She wondered what his cock looked like? Will he whip it out like the others do? She hoped he wouldn't do that, but at the same time, she was desperate to see it.
He smiled at her. She was obviously loving what she was doing. "Okay, leave that hand there. Take your right hand and place it on your belly."
"Oh shit. I know where this is going. I don't want to do this," she thought as she placed her hand on her stomach.
"Move your hand down, but do not go inside of your clothes. Only the tips of your fingers can be inside your shorts."
She felt the skin beneath her shorts. It was soft and warm. Just a hint of moisture from the sweat forming. Where was he going with this? She had never wanted to touch herself more than in this moment, but it wasn't allowed.
"I am curious, how hard are your nipples? Don't show me, but check for yourself."
