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Click here"I'm gonna do literally nothing else until you say something," she says.
"I like your t-shirt," I say. She chuckles.
"What are you doing?"
"Just watching."
She lets her hand wander over her round hips and down her thighs, caressing her own skin. I run my fingers over my erection, tight and warm underneath my jeans.
"Maybe that should stop," she whispers.
"What should?"
"The 'just watching' part."
I work on my fly one-handedly.
"I can hear your buttons," she says in a happy murmur.
I spread open the folds of my fly. My arousal has left a wet spot on my grey boxers. I decide to let her see that. I invert the camera and let the visual fill the frame.
"Do you see what you're doing to me?"
Her reply is a low, discreet gasp. I see her hand sliding down towards the triangle of her panties. My heart is thumping powerfully. I stroke my cock softly through the fabric of my boxers while I see her running her hand up and down over her covered mound, an emphasis placed on her middle finger.
"I want to see you getting wet," I say. "Can I?"
She moves the phone closer to the spot and, soon enough, I see a line of wetness over the blue. I see the faint contours of what lies beneath, too.
"Do you want to see my cock?" I ask.
"Yeah. I do."
I lift my butt from the bed and slide my boxers down. My pubic hair has grown since the last time I shaved it, but only slightly. It's just an elegant patch of black at the base. If my cock was full and hard already, it stiffens even more under my direct touch. The camera captures perfectly the wet glare of the precum spread all over the head. I swipe the visual back to Joanna's cam and see that she's slid her hand underneath her panties and is now rubbing herself more vigorously. Circular motions. I give myself my first few strokes, slow at first, with an eye on giving Joanna the visual that she wants.
"I want to see your face now," she says. I do as she asks. I let loose on my stroking, so hard at one point that I make my bed creak. I remind myself that Hiranur is just one room away, still typing diligently.
"God," I whisper. "You're perfect."
"I'm so close," she gasps. She's moved the camera up to her face, framed turbulently due to her frantic movement. Her brown is furrowed, her mouth open and gasping, her chest heaving. "Oh God. I'm so close."
She greets her orgasm by burying her face into the pillow. Her entire frame shakes and her hair drapes down over the visible part of her face. Her heavy breathing blows strands away every time she exhales.
I'm still a minutes away from mine. I decide to postpone it for her sake. As explosive as it was building up to be.
If I was expecting awkwardness, or maybe even a shade of regret in her eyes as soon as she was done, I'm quickly proven wrong. She looks at me and laughs into her pillow, then turns sideways onto her back and stares at the ceiling, her hand over her forehead. Blowing air through her lips, as if catching her breath after a particularly demanding game of tennis.
"Oh God. You really hit the right buttons for me there."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Did you wear the Donald t-shirt on purpose?" I ask. "That was a master touch."
"A mastur... touch."
"Hehe. Good one."
"I mean, it's practically porn," she says. "The guy is wearing no pants."
"Yeah. You know who else is wearing no pants?"
"Your mom." She snickers at her own joke.
- COMMENTS
robertlover 5 years agoThis story was so much fun to read. I read anonymous' comments and it was ridiculous. Those little details are what made this story, I thought. The innocent, chance meeting, the slow getting-to-know each other, the humor, day-to-day life all made the story.
If anything, I thought the rather sudden mutual masturbation session was a little too sudden. I'd have liked it better if Joanna had just showed him the wet spot on her panties and Alan just how hard he was underneath his pants, leaving some mystery and teasing for another time, building up the sexual tension even more. But that's not meant as a criticism, just what I thought could have made it even better.
All-in-all, your storytelling is masterful!
AntColonyover 5 years agoAuthorHey, author here. Just wanted to say I really appreciate the comments, in particular the ones that take the time to point out what kind of worked and what certainly didn't. I'm not fluffing when I say that detailed comments are more appreciated on my end than a higher score would've been. Thanks and keep 'em coming if you must.
Anonymousover 5 years agoor tedious? Here's one hint: this is a story, not a screen play. It is tiresome to be told so many logistical details that add nothing to the story and way too much to the tedium. If you were a stage director it would make sense that you would tell each actor where to stand, how to move, what to wear, what to hold, what expression they should have on their face, what sounds and motions they should make to accentuate a line or a mood. In a work of prose your reader provides all that for you, its part of the fun of reading versus watching.
"They entered a grand parlor, trying their best to avoid drawing attention to themselves, and their relationship." That's all we need. We each see our own version of that parlor, the distance between them, the looks they give the surrounding guests and each other. We see how they might be dressed, the clothes, the shoes, the jewelry. But who cares, and what difference does that make to the drama? We, the reader, provide all the logistics and the details and the ornamentation. You provide the plot, the story, and the dialogue. That's all; that's everything. You are way overworking the dough.
As to the plot, God, could it be any more lame? Her husband fucked around, so that's supposed to be justification for her progressively and determinedly entering a new love, romance, and now sexual relationship. Its obvious she lacks the will or the energy to reconcile, so why doesn't she at least preserve her own dignity and self respect and admit to her husband that the wound is too deep, the damage to their relationship too severe to be healed. Well, we know why, don't we. She's the exact same character as her cheating husband: wants to have her cake and eat it too. Wants to take advantage of a new thrilling exciting relationship with a new lover, but doesn't want to take responsibility for her slow deliberate seduction, her failure as a wife and mother. In fact, its the secrecy and betrayal that makes the romance and sex so intense and enjoyable. Well, at least she now understands how and why her husband cheated on her. Its because the marriage simply isn't that important.
So, just another shallow tepid distant marriage that dies because a more novel and exciting relationship has become an option. And regardless of the damage or the temporariness of this new relationship, she is just too fucking selfish and dishonest to decline, or at least delay until after the divorce.
Thanks for the effort, but we've already read this story, a thousand times. And your attempt to make it original through the tedious drip drip drip of the seduction and betrayal is mind numbing, not mind stimulating.
Danno_61455over 5 years agoI have enjoyed reading this and hope for more. However, your work reads in a peculiar way. The story flows as if a person was typing memories and inserting thoughts an interacting character and ancillary individuals may have been thinking.
I am not saying this is a horrible way to convey your ideas, but expect low scoring or perhaps worse many readers jumping in and leaving after half a page of reading for lack of imagination and adaptable reading skills.
Thanks for sharing
