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He was middle-aged -- if the mid-fifties could be
considered middle-aged. He wasn't six foot four, but he was a tall man. He
wasn't wiry, anymore, but he managed his weight well. He had the typical
gray fringes that a man sometimes gains, but he still had most of his
hair. Admittedly it had gotten a bit sparser, but it was still there.
Ladies had described him as ruggedly handsome, but he thought of himself
as anything but handsome. He drove a late model traditionally vanilla car
and dressed conservatively. He had been Technical Director at a high-tech
company and he supposed that he might be considered mildly successful.
He was single and lived alone for the most part. He had several lady
friends and a few were quite open with him. He met ladies in many places
and many were magnets for far younger men. They were, by and large, ladies
with active careers that were also single. There were a couple who were
mildly unhappy with their spouse, but he tried to stay away from these. A
couple of the ladies were salespeople and he'd noticed that the prettier
the women were who entered sales the more successful they became. No
matter how many companies disclaimed beauty as a key to success it was all
bull. Anywhere you look the beautiful people rule the world.
Although ladies were not really a problem and all of those he knew
respected him, he was still missing something. Pussy? It was everywhere so
that wasn't it. Boobs? Anything more than a handful was a waste anyway.
Ass? It helped the package, but still wasn't the whole enchilada. Legs? He
enjoyed long legs wrapped comfortably around his waist or his face, but
that still didn't send him over the edge. Facial beauty? It was never a
necessity anymore. It didn't mean that he didn't appreciate a pretty face;
merely that too many women had only that -- nothing else in the package.
Brains? Now there was a fair turn-on. He enjoyed talking with an
intelligent woman.
A few years ago he'd bought a camera. He liked recording memories and
enjoyed what came out of a good photo. He liked to capture special moments
that most people and situations would miss. Beautiful women, flowers,
trees, sunsets, cloud formations were all favorite targets. He enjoyed
trying to capture the essence of a moment. His latest pride was a
high-pixel digital camera, and he'd used it to satisfaction with more than
one lady. He enjoyed presenting a good shot to a subject, but kept them
all private for his own personal enjoyment. He'd never disclose a photo to
another person without their knowledge and written approval.
It was mere happenstance that he'd come across a lady that peaked his
interest. He'd been surfing the net and came across a site that offered
many things to a true voyeur. Is a camera buff a voyeur? Certainly. After
visiting and exploring the site he found that he enjoyed it. People were
more honest in their anonymity. They didn't mind discussing their
sexuality, strengths, proclivities, and interests. He even found the site
was founded on publishing principals. He read and devoured a good story,
and it was inevitable that he would find the time to explore writing, too.
He'd published several stories at the site and had a fair number of
successes. Some of the published photos were really quite good and a few
of the ladies beautiful. It seemed that many ladies were, or had been,
unsure of their sexual appeal and found it amazing that a man would look
at them twice and enjoy their body. Personally he found every woman
beautiful and each had her own compliment of attributes enhancing that
beauty. And so, beautiful ladies were not a scarce commodity on the site.
What was scarce was a good-looking, intelligent woman of his age. A woman
that not only had sexual appeal and beauty, but intelligence and modesty
of her own appearance was rare. A woman that was beautiful, but was still
unsure of it seemed to offer a stronger than normal attraction. He had
begun to long for such a woman. A Hot Lady, that was an eye-catching
promise, would it bare fruit? He clicked the mouse and opened a picture.
She indeed had the attributes of beauty and the maturity he desired. Was
she too shy, too reserved, too confident or too demanding?
Weeks had passed and he'd long ago gone completely through her developing
thread of photos. She was indeed beautiful and well proportioned. Her
breasts, her thighs, her legs and even a few of her pussy nagged at his
own sexuality. He hated to 'post' because most posters were scant of mind
and too focused on immediate gratification. But tonight he sent off a
personal message and she'd responded. She did appear intelligent and
indeed was open about her sexuality. He started sending PM's every now and
then. He even modified a couple of her posted photos to give some
animation to them and sent them off trying to intrigue her. She was
reserved and already had a boyfriend.
So what? He'd thought -- he himself had girlfriends. He pursued the
contact although it appeared that she was not interested in changing
partners. He wrote a few short stories to try and entice her and possibly
get her turned on. She said that she liked them, especially when they
included her. One night things changed in a positive direction.
He was in the middle of receiving of all things a blowjob from one of his
favorite ladies while sitting at the computer. It had happened many times
before and that night he wasn't really that much into it. It had no
reflection on her ability, she was excellent and he usually enjoyed it. It
was just one of those times when it seemed more a chore than a joy. He
reached over to the computer without his 'friend' knowing it and clicked
on her thread -- the lady on the web. She had just posted a new photo of
her breasts, and it wasn't unusual for her because she posted tit-pics all
the time. But this time his erection surged and his 'friend' sensed it.
She thought perhaps that there was something unusual about what she'd done
or perhaps a small spot that she'd accidentally discovered. She glanced up
to see him staring at the computer monitor. Curious and puzzled, she
crawled sideways and rotated him in the chair so that she could get a
better look without breaking the rhythm. He was harder and more interested
than he'd been in awhile and it was turning her on, too. When she could
see the screen she found him looking a pair of tits. Well she too, had
great tits so what was the attraction? She was now obviously curious but
she was also into his cock and enjoying the new surge of interest. His
urgency manifest itself through the burgeoning rock hardness in her mouth,
but also by the urgency of his thrusts. It was only a moment and he'd
sighed, tensed and blown his wad. The amount he discharged was greater
than she ever received from him and she knew that she had to find out.
She felt the delicious response to pleasing him and slowly cleaned him.
when she was finished she sat back and smiled before asking what had
turned him on so. He was just opening his eyes and pointed at the screen.
Now she got up and looked -- it was still just another pair of tits to
her.
He explained that it wasn't this photo but a developing interest that it
peaked in him. He slowly took her back through the screen ladies photo and
showed a few of her responses. His 'friend' started to see the attraction
and actually felt her own increasing interest, too. They talked about her
and his friend had decided that this monitor had to be on any time she was
with him from now on, and it had to be tuned to this same channel. She
didn't plan to miss this excitement from him again.
They continued their computer relationship for a few weeks and one day
he'd asked her if she might give him a private show, if she had a web
camera. Trepidation followed until she responded from work that she
sometimes did give shows on the web at a place called Streamray and that
she'd enjoy a private one some day if he found her when her camera was
online.
He suffered through most of a week before Messenger informed him that she
was online with her video camera. He had watched her posting 'stills'
earlier and his interest was still high and hard. He sent her a message
requesting permission to watch her show and she instantly responded
'sure'. and allowed him access. As the camera came on she was sitting in a
bra and handling her breasts with both hands. He sent off an appreciation
and she shushed him and told him to watch, because others were online
watching also.
Slowly she extracted one breast from the bra and he was hard. He slid his
casuals down and sat with his cock in one hand as he watched. Soon she
recaptured the right breast in the bra and repeated the procedure with the
left breast. Her nipples made him hungry and when she pinched one and the
camera closeup showed it he stroked and typed out a thank you with one
hand. When it looked like she might be finishing with that luscious left
tit he asked if she would show both. She did and now it was only a matter
of time before he unloaded. He asked to see her face because it had been
over a week since she'd actually allowed him to see it. She quickly panned
up and he only caught a glimpse before she lowered the camera again. She
typed that she didn't want the other guys to see her face.
He asked for her to remove the bra and she said that she wanted to get rid
of the other guys first. His picture went black and his cock was confused,
but he waited. In a moment a message came up telling him that she'd turned
the camera back on and he clicked the mouse again and she was back. He
repeated his request for complete removal of the bra. She commented that
was there was too much sag. "There was NOT!" he'd replied. Slowly she
unclasped the bra and removed it. Her breasts were magnificent and live in
the monitor. She again handled and presented those wonderful tits to the
camera and his cock was proud and demanding! He asked her to stand up and
let him see more of her. Suddenly she said that somehow another guy had
come on unexpectedly.
She wanted to give him a show before turning his show off again. He
endured and enjoyed the show for the new viewer. Finally the screen went
black again. He waited. It came back on and he clicked the mouse again.
She was back, bare breasted and magnificent. He asked again for her to
stand and she did and stood back from the camera. His breath was suffering
as he saw her gorgeous long legs, the curve of an appealing ass, bounteous
breasts and wonderfully beautiful face. She was wearing only a black,
high-hipped panty and she modeled for him. His cock was hard in his hand
and urgent in his mind. He toyed unknowingly with the head and circled its
ridge. One hand went to his balls and he felt the urgency there also.
He talked to her about lowering the panties but she replied that she was
fat. He should ever be so lucky he thought. She isn't fat; she's perfect
in the image of the old Masters who painted real women. Cezanne, DaVinci
-- these were painters that knew the beauty of Woman. He asked her to
lower the panty and she did. They only went down not off, but his cock
went up not off also. He could see the outline of her lips at the juncture
of her thighs. She slowly turned and he saw the fullness in her cheeks the
gentle roundness of her ass and he felt that it invited him in. She was
every bit as wonderful in person as she was in his mind.
Her legs as she turned seemed to flex and draw his focus. It was difficult
to pull his eyes from her ass, but he continued watching as she modeled
her body. She was facing the camera again and reached down to rub her
mound gently. His eyes followed and his mouth watered as he watched. She
was so beautifully full-bodied and sexy and she'd just given him the best
show he'd had on the computer. He was stroking in appreciation of what she
was and what she'd done for him as he climaxed. He hurriedly reached for a
tissue as he felt the need of discharge. He felt it rising and squeezed
tightly to prevent release until he'd had the tissue. The pain was
excruciating and demanding as he filled. He brought the tissue over and
filled it. The relief was almost overwhelming.
She was saying something about having to go when he finally tore his eyes
away and tried to read the message on the monitor. He was breathing hard
and appreciatively when he finally acknowledged and thanked her. She now
asked if he'd write about what he'd seen. This story is his feeble attempt
at payment. He wants to please her and hopes she understands what she's
done for him. His last view after she pulled back up her panties was a
lovely areoled nipple sitting on a magnificent breast as she leaned
forward and clicked the camera off.
He slept well last night and woke up to hard morning wood and thoughts of
her. I hope we can do this again I typed. |
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