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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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One week to go. I had a weekend away planned with an old university pal, walking in the countryside, followed by good food and local beers in the hotel. I would be away from Thursday morning until Monday evening.
I suggested to her that they cam while I were away. At first, she was unsure. While she found going on cam very erotic, the small talk was hard for her and she relied on me to get things started. But I pressed her, explaining how hot it would be to come home and have her tell me of the adventures they had had, not to mention the fleeting thoughts and erections I would have throughout the weekend, imagining my wife and her lover.
On Thursday night, I made polite conversation with my friend, but I was distracted by the thoughts of what they were doing. I found out on my return; they had started by chatting on Skype about the most inane of things, but soon he took the initiative and suggested they cam. She had dressed up for him, a very short halter neck dress over her favourite, chocolate coloured lace lingerie. She hovered over the 'accept call button' for a while... Could she do this? She took a deep breath and clicked.
He admired her dress, asking her to do a twirl for him, and showing his appreciation when she did. They talked of what might happen in just a week. They would start with slow, deep, sensuous kisses, their tongues exploring each other's, before he would free her nipples, those oh so suckable nipples, that he would circle with his tongue and take into his warm mouth. As he described the events to come, she dropped her dress and exposed her nipples, exploring them with her fingers, imagining his tongue. He asked her to wet her fingers, but she did not lick them. Instead, they dipped into the honeypot of sweet nectar between her legs, and came back up glistening. She swirled her juices onto her nipples, before licking her fingers clean, all the while maintaining eye contact.
He could not help but masturbate, her beauty, her smile, her new-found playful confidence and the promise of the following weekend all too much. He asked her where she wanted him to come. She imagined him coming on her breasts, feeling the spurts of lava-hot come landing on her nipples, then quickly cooling as she spread it all over her tits. But no, she told him. The first time, it was clear what the right answer was - she must taste him. This pushed him over the edge, and he came hard as she rubbed her clit. 'Oops', he said, realising he had come before her. 'Never oops', she said. There was no greater compliment than the thought that watching her had driven him so wild.
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was my reply. “25 minute warning?”, I said. “See you soon xxx” from her. I finished up my coffee, and visited the gents to clean myself up as best as possible.
