There's a chill in the air tonight. I've been enjoying it as I watch you tease your pussy with your fingers. I've decided tonight is the night and it's hard to keep the grin from my face. Tonight is the night for payback, a taste of sweet revenge and I find myself more than ready for it.
After I'm confident you're well engrossed in teasing me while you're sure I'm leaning back in my computer chair stroking myself, I lay the open laptop on my driver seat and toss a hoodie over it to hide it from prying eyes. I step out from the passenger side where I'd been lounging while chatting with you, and start making my way to your apartment around the corner.
Visions of your hands trailing over your nude body float before my eyes as my fingers turn your key round and round in my pocket. It wasn't long ago you gave it to me, but it was really just to let myself in so I could crash at your place if I needed to. And well, we are moving right along toward the benefits section of our friendship, even if we haven't actually gone all the way, in person anyway.
Even before you invited me over that first night a couple of weeks ago, I was well versed in the layout of your apartment. Webcams sure are beautiful things, and you seem to be rather fond of taking it with you as you move about your place. You seem to think it amusing to find something in each room to fuck yourself with as I watch you. Mmmm, but you are deliciously naughty and I do love to see you pushing that fat jelly dong into your pussy, but most of all I enjoy the way you rub yourself with your fingers and hands. It makes me think that I can almost feel you feellng yourself. Soon I will be. And you have yourself to thank for telling me of your rape fantasies. They always make you cum the hardest for me on the phone.
The key works the lock silently and I slip into your dark apartment. Last I saw you were laying back on your bed and had no real reason to move very far. Soft moaning from that direction confirms my assumptions. I leave my clothes in a pile by the door and pad through to the doorway of your bedroom, taking a peek inside. The image of myself stroking my cock is clear on your laptop perched at the foot of your bed, your camera sitting lightly on the keys, catching every detail of what you're doing between your thighs. I'd recorded a video of myself earlier today, I figured I only needed 10 minutes of footage maximum and it's nice to see I wasn't wrong.
I move in slowly, watching you watching my hand stroking myself as you groan and finger your clit. "Ohhhh fuck," I hear you whisper softly, closing your eyes and bucking up against your fingers. My cock is already hard from hearing you and thinking about what I'm going to do to you. I lift a tshirt from the back of a chair and prepare to make my move.
