The rest of the day was a blur of numbers. I buckled down and got the work done. When I returned home, I let Peabody out and gave him his food. Honestly, having an orgasm at work made the rest of the day tolerable.
I walk into my bedroom and step into my closet to pick out a dress that will make Drew’s mouth drop open. Tonight I have every intention of having sex. I pick a dress my mother would never let me buy, let alone wear on a date.
It’s perfect. It clings to my curves, shows off my cleavage, and still flares out at the hips. Drew won’t know what hit him. I grab some skimpy panties and forgo the matching bra. A quick shower and a change and I’ll be ready for my date.
When I walk through my room toward my bathroom, something catches my attention on the dresser. I set my dress and panties on the bed. When I reach my dresser, I lift the quarter-sized black box and see the lens.
The only person who has been in my room lately is Dante. I set it back down and glare at it. Seriously? Is he watching me? I mean, it could be for security purposes. Maybe he’ll only watch it if something happens to me. Or maybe he’s watching it now.
Smiling, I set it exactly how it was.
Leaving my dress to change into after my shower on the bed, I step away from the camera to make sure, if he is watching, he gets an eyeful. I reach behind me and undo my zipper, letting the fabric of my dress fall around me and onto the floor.
I turn to face the camera and give it a wink before releasing my bra and sliding it off. After I lower my panties, I blow the camera a kiss and go into the bathroom to take my shower. Just the thought of Dante watching me undress for him gets me hot and bothered.
Quickly, I finish my shower and turn off the water. As much as I want to get off, I’d prefer to make sure Dante gets a good show.
Wrapping my towel around my body, I walk out to the bed and move some pillows so I can watch the camera and make sure he has the best angle.
I drop the towel and lie back on the pillows with my knees up and my legs spread, giving him the perfect view of my pussy. A little pregame would be nice before tonight anyway. Though Finn gave me a very good pregame earlier.
It isn’t hard to imagine Dante standing where the camera is with his long, thick cock in his hand, lazily stroking it. My mouth waters remembering the salty taste of him. I hold my pussy open with one hand and slide my other fingers over my clit, making sure to maintain eye contact with the camera.
I don’t know if he’s recording this or taking in the live show, but fuck, just the thought of him watching makes me so fucking wet. I slide my finger inside myself, imagining his voice telling me what to do, how to fuck myself for him.
My breathing quickens as I cup my breast. I toss my head back as I ride the waves threatening to take me under. It’s like they’re all here in the room watching me. Dante. Finn. Drew. Wyatt.
Wyatt
I’m an asshole, I freely admit it, and a piss-poor friend. But that doesn’t stop me from turning on the camera in Sara’s room every day as soon as I get home from work like some junky who swears he can stop at any time.
I’ve got my laptop open in my bedroom as I get out of my shower and go to my dresser to grab some boxers to get ready for my date tonight. Normally, Sara moves about her room and changes in her bathroom. It’s not exciting to watch for any normal person.
But it soothes me to see her and know she’s safe.
Sara wears only a towel as she arranges the pillows on her bed. I put my hands on the edge of my dresser, working to figure out what the hell she’s doing. Her eyes lock on mine for a second and I swear a shiver runs over me.
She must have found the camera. I should tell Dante. But then Sara drops her towel. Her hair is pulled up in a bun, but her body is beautifully bare. My fingers clench painfully around the edge of the chest of drawers as my cock swells beneath my towel.
Fuck. Every inch of her is just as I always imagined. The camera doesn’t do her justice, but her breasts are handfuls with tight nipples begging to be sucked. Her stomach swells gently into her hips.
She lies back on the bed and opens her legs, baring her smooth pussy to me. I should look away, but I can’t make myself. I jerk my towel from my waist and grab my pulsing cock. Fuck.
It’s one thing to fantasize about her when I jack off. It’s another to have her spread out before me while she gets herself off. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. I don’t want to.
Her eyes remain locked with mine as she parts her pussy lips and glides her finger over her swollen clit. I stroke my cock as she works that little bud. My mouth waters wondering what she tastes like. How her clit would swell against my tongue as I push her over the edge again and again.
She slips a finger inside her entrance and I groan, stroking my cock in time with her glistening finger working her tight little pussy. I smear my precum down my cock as I fuck my fist, wishing it was her.
She cups her breast and I can imagine how soft her skin must be, how full she’d feel in my palm. The tight tip brushing against my fingertips until I pinch it slightly. A low moan fills the speaker.
When she tips her head back, I watch her throat work as her lips part. She lowers her hand to work her clit as she thrusts two fingers inside her pussy.
“That’s it. Show me how you make yourself come,” I whisper, keeping pace with her fingers, watching them sink into her pussy over and over until she arches. Her legs close around her hand.
Cum rushes out of my cock and spills on the floor. “Fuck.”
She pulls her fingers out and meets my eyes as she sucks them into her mouth. Fuck me. My cock jerks in my hand.
