In a manner of speaking…
I have an unexpected morning at home, waiting for a delivery that requires one of us to be here. Do I putter around the house? Clean something? Do some laundry? Nah, not today, I’m gonna sit back, surf the web and see who pops up on chat.
At work, all instant messenger programs are blocked, so chatting during the day is a rare treat. Before I know it, I’m juggling 3 chats. The delivery men show up, so I end my chats and deal with the delivery. Fifteen minutes later, they’re done and gone, but it’s still early and I could easily stay home for another hour before heading to the office. Sure, I have work to do, lots of it, but what the hell…
I resume chatting with one of my friends and suggest something…
Her: well, [daughter] isn’t up yet – so she could disrupt any fun, but if you’re willing to risk it….
Hubman: it’s not me taking any risk, so not for me to say, up to you
Her: we could do a few minutes at least
just be forewarned that we could be interrupted
Hubman: understood!
still there? i switched from google talk to gmail chat
Her: yep, still here
Hubman: good, and i moved downstairs
Her: ahh
Hubman: so the computer isn’t on my lap
You know why I wanted the laptop off my lap, right?
The chat record ends there, since I invited her to video chat. You know one of things I love about Google chat with video? How reliable the audio channel is, plus my laptop has a built-in microphone.
So my hands are free.
She’s in her bedroom, sitting on the edge of her bed. I see her face and upper chest, bare.
Are you naked?
Yes I am
Stand up, let me see
Her bare chest comes into view, breasts hanging heavily, nipples large and erect. My cock starts stirring in my pants and then she sits down, looking at me again.
You’re having an effect on me. You want to see?
What do you think?
I unbutton my pants and push them and my underwear down around my ankles without fully standing up, so she can tell what I’ve done, but she can’t see anything yet. She can see my arm moving, unmistakably stroking my cock. I stand up and redirect the webcam, giving her a clear view of my hand sliding up and down my shaft. After a few moments I sit back down and ask her “You like what you see?”
Oh yes. Do I get to see more?
As long as you still have the time? She does, so I resume, but not before first telling her “play with your tits for me”
She appears more than happy to comply and starts running her fingers over her large areola, stroking her nipples, lifting her breasts and pushing them together…
I was just going to give her a little show and then stop, but now…
Would you like to see me finish?
Oh yeah, I’d like that very much.
I stand back up and start stroking myself a little faster, sometimes using both hands together. I glance down at the monitor and see her continuing to play with her tits and staring at the screen. Faster now, feeling my orgasm building, gripping a little tighter, stroking a little faster still, my breath quickening. Getting close, so close, oh my god here I cum…
My breathing is a little ragged as my orgasm subsides. I look down to see her grinning in appreciation and can’t help but notice the puddle of cum on the desk. I sit down and look at her.
Well, that was unexpected. I need to get a paper towel to clean up
Oh, really?
Yes, would you like to see?
I would!
I angle the webcam down at the desk surface, showing her the result of my play.
Oh wow
Oh wow? It’s not that much! We make small talk for a few more minutes, but then realize we need to get about our respective mornings. I have to get to the office and she needs to attend to her now-awake daughter [she's in a different time zone...].
Maybe next time we can involve our spouses! They’re gonna feel left out!
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For some non-sex writing, I’m up at Hot Dads today with some thoughts on fathers and sons.
Last Wednesday I mentioned that I was closing in on 1000 comments and offered to do something for whoever was the unlucky victim commenter. Southern Girl‘s comment on 50 sexting acronyms was it! Two things made me happy about this- it wasn’t someone who already knows me well, but it was someone who comments fairly regularly. So what did she ask for and what did I do for her? None of your business