If I masturbated once thinking of Heather, I did a hundred times.

Heather is my wife’s best friend and she is gorgeous, plain and simple. Heather is a few years younger than me and has that sexy ‘girl next door’ look. She stands about 5’ 2” tall, has short dirty blonde hair and blue/green eyes and a body that makes my head spin.

She has the cutest sexy laugh that makes my knees melt and my cock twitch.

If it isn’t obvious by now Heather has me spellbound, and I would have given my left nut to see her naked. I wouldn’t have dared imagine it would actually happen, and that more was in store than just a look.

One night last month Heather and her husband Grant were over at our house for dinner. Heather was unintentionally driving me crazy again, running around in a pair of tight shorts and t-shirt. As always, I had to make a conscious effort not to stare at her exceptional frame.

My wife, being very jealous, would have had a fit if she knew what was going through my mind as I stole glances at Heather. I was in a constant state of semi-arousal as I fantasized about Heather naked and what I’d like to do with her.

Grant mentioned that he would be ‘batching’ it for a few days soon as Heather had to travel to a seminar in a city about 3 hours away. We told Grant he was welcome to come over whenever he wanted if he got tired of his own cooking. I guess I wasn’t thinking straight because I never put it together that I would be out of town that same week. My wife Terry had wanted to come along with me but couldn’t get the time off work. It was Terry that remembered I was going to be in the city when Heather was going.

“Brent, you’re going to be there that week too,” Terry said.

“Huh? Really?” I answered, coming out of another fantasy. “The week of the 23rd?”

“Yes," Heather replied. “Are you there then?”

“Yeah, I'm there all week. I’ve got to take a course for work.”

“Cool, I don’t know anyone there. Maybe we could get together for dinner one night.”

“Sure, let's,” I responded, proud of myself for keeping a non-committal tone.

I was already deep in fantasy mode as I considered what I would love to be doing ‘one night’ alone in the city with Heather.

I loved these trips away from home. Trips where I went alone that is. Every so often Terry would come along with me. Those trips were not near as much fun. I have never cheated on my wife physically, but when I get the chance I love to have cyber sex or watch women ‘play’ online.

I always take my laptop with me when I go away. When I have a hotel room to myself I can play and watch as much as I want, without fear of Terry coming home and finding me with my camera on, cock in hand, watching some woman get off online.

I would have loved to fuck on camera while people watch online like lots of couples do, but my wife would never agree to that. I envied the men I saw online, their wives suck them off on camera while they typed in the chatrooms. Lucky bastards.

Whenever I went away all my spare time was spent online. However I was certainly willing on this trip to give up an evening of play to be with Heather.

The days drug on forever as I anticipated my trip. It seemed to take a lifetime before the day arrived, but eventually I was on my way. Heather had left the day before. She text me as I was driving reminding me of our plans for dinner.

She asked if we could get together that night, apparently there were some evening activities with her conference that she might be committed to later on in the week. I agreed to get together that same evening and told her I would call at about 6:00pm. I was pretty happy thinking of being alone for the evening with Heather.

At 4:00 I arrived in the city and checked into my hotel. I unpacked my clothes then hooked up my computer to make sure the internet was working.

I couldn’t resist a quick look into my favorite chat site. As soon as I logged in I started searching for open cameras in the sex chat rooms.

After looking around for a few minutes, I found a woman who was generously showing everything. Much to the appreciation of the men in the chatroom.

She wasn’t playing with herself, rather she was just showing off, but judging by the conversation she was carrying on, she was not far from it.

When seated at her computer you could only see her face and bare shoulders, but she would regularly move back and show her full nakedness. She would smile and laugh and then sit down again to see what people’s reactions were.

Since I was planning to call Heather at about 6:00, I decided I had time for a little playtime first. I was way too horny to be alone with Heather anyway, she would surely catch me gawking at her. A quick 'stress reliever' before we got together would be a good idea, especially with the kind of visual stimulation this woman was providing.

I stripped down, placed my camera on a stool under the desk, focused it on my half erect cock and sent her an invitation to view – which she accepted.

‘Mmm Nice cock,’ she messaged me.

‘Thanks, nice everything,’ I sent back.

I sent her a few more messages but she was not typing. She was obviously starting to become more and more excited and was showing off less, spending more time at her desk. I could tell by the movements of her shoulders that her hands were busy but not on the keyboard, she was playing with herself while watching others do the same.

I sent her another message,

‘Can I see what your playing with?’

She never responded, but her camera was soon adjusted to show exactly what I wanted. I could now readily see her pussy in close view. Her fingers moving slowly over it.

Even with the less than ideal resolution of the web cam I could see how wet she was, her fingers were glistening. I reached onto the desk for the lubricant I had brought along and squeezed a liberal dollop onto my cock.

‘Thank you,” I sent.

‘You’re welcome.’

As is typical, we never typed much as we continued to play. She was now moving her fingers more and more quickly over her pussy now and occasionally slipping one then two fingers as deep into her pussy as she could reach.

My hands too were glistening as was my fully erect cock. Precum was beginning to leak from the slit of my cock, mixing with the lubricant wetting my throbbing organ.

She was getting into it completely now. I could sense by her more frenzied play and the way she was rocking against her hand she was close to cumming. Ahhh, I loved that. My favorite thing in the world is to see and/or hear a woman cum.

I was not ready to cum yet but seeing her getting so aroused was making me closer. My cock was throbbing and rigid and I could sense cum welling up in my balls!

‘RING RING!’ went my phone.

‘Damn,' I thought. ‘Terry calling to make sure I made it okay.’

“Hello?”

“Hi Brent.” It wasn’t Terry, but Heather. That was a pleasant surprise, and here I was with my cock in hand.

“Uh, Hi Heather!” I stammered, my voice almost betraying my arousal.

“My seminar is only across the street, when I saw your truck here on my way back I thought I’d stop by. I’m downstairs.”

“Oh, uh. Okay.” I replied.

“Still doing dinner tonight?”

“Uh, sure,” I answered as I continued to stroke my cock, I was more and more aroused as I listened to her voice.

“Great!” she sounded as happy as I was. “Umm, Brent?”

“Yeah?”

“It's kinda embarrassing, but do you mind if I use your bathroom? I hate public ones, and my hotel is across town. I don’t know if I’d make it.”

“Umm,” I began to panic, I had to clean-up fast. “Okay. Sure. Room 118.”

Damn, why didn’t I have a room on the 10th floor or something.

“Thanks, be right there,” she said and the phone went dead.

I quickly slammed my laptop closed and threw the lubricant on the desk into a drawer. Jetting to the bathroom I quickly wiped my hands and cock on a small towel and ran back out. I was slipping my pants up over my half erect cock when there was a knock on the door. I threw my shirt on and opened the door while trying to remain composed.

“Hi!” Heather smiled, “you’re a lifesaver, thanks.”

“No problem. Right in here,” I waved my arm to indicate the washroom.

‘Whew,’ I thought, ‘that was close.’

I glanced around the room and saw that the camera was still set-up. It was obvious what it was aimed at, being under the desk. I quickly unplugged it and threw it in a drawer. With one last look around the room for evidence, I turned on the TV, and sat on the sofa in front of it.

Heather was a few minutes in the washroom, and came out smiling.

Man she was attractive! She wore a very businesslike skirt suit, a white blouse, and moderate heels. Her make-up was not overdone, nor her hair. She was striking.

“Thanks again.”

“Oh, you’re welcome. Anytime," I told her.

“So what time do you want to eat? And where?”

“Oh, doesn’t matter much to me.”

“Me either, but you have to help me celebrate tonight.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“I just found out that I’m in this seminar because I’m getting a promotion,” she said with that giggle that melted me.

“Really?! That's awesome! Good for you! Champagne it is!”

“Aw, thanks,” Heather said with a smile that men would crawl over glass for.

“Let’s go then,” I returned her smile. “I just have to clean-up a bit. Five minutes?”

“Ok, quick like a bunny. I want to celebrate!”

I stepped into the dressing area grabbed a change of clothes and quickly washed up and got dressed. I noticed something sitting on the counter in the washroom however. Picking it up I saw it was a eyeliner pencil. Obviously Heather had touched-up her make-up while she was using the washroom.

Had her leaving it behind been on purpose I wondered. Not likely, I conceded, nice thought though. I stepped into the main room and found Heather lazily flipping through the TV channels.

“Ready to go?” I asked.

“Yep, I’ll just take one more pit stop before we go,” she replied and moved toward the bathroom.

I pretended to look at the TV, but once Heather was past me I studiously watched her tight little ass walk away from me. God, that is a nice ass! I reminded myself as I stared.

As she turned the corner into the bathroom I noticed the dressing mirror. It had been right in front of her as she was walking to the bathroom . Had she seen the reflection of me watching her? That would be a bit embarrassing I considered, but what the hell, she had to be used to men gawking at her.

She stepped out of the bathroom with a little smile that made me question it’s motive and said, “Lets party!” while moving toward the door.

I turned out the lights and was right behind her when I noticed the bathroom light still on. I stepped in to turn it off and noticed the eyeliner pencil conspicuously still on the counter. She had to have seen it there. She HAD to have left it on purpose . YES!!

I followed her out the door with a new frame of mind. Maybe Heather liked to get away as much as I did. Leaving the eyeliner is non-committal she could come back for it or not, her choice. I loved the thought that she was giving herself the option.

To make my choice an easier option for her I suggested we have dinner at the restaurant here in my hotel. She smiled and agreed.

“They’ll certainly have champagne here,” she grinned.

“I’m sure they will,” I replied with a smile.

We chose a table that was out of the way near a window. There were quite a few patrons in the restaurant and as we walked in every male head turned for a closer look at Heather. She appeared not to notice the attention she was attracting. These men, like myself, were away from home and felt safe to look, something they can’t do at home.

I pulled out a chair for Heather and after she sat I took one beside her. We had a view of both the restaurant and the front entrance to the hotel.

A waitress was soon to our table. She offered us menus and asked us what we’d like to drink.

“Champagne!!” we answered in unison.

Heather giggled her sexy giggle through her teeth and placed her hand lightly on my forearm.

"That’s so funny!” she said.

Her touch was unexpected and electric. She let her hand stay a little longer than I thought she would, then she stroked my arm lightly and removed her hand.

The waitress smiled and promised to bring the champagne right away.

Heather laughed all of a sudden as the waitress walked away.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, smiling at her laughter.

“Well, What do you imagine anyone would think if they saw us sitting here in a hotel restaurant, drinking champagne?” she answered with more giggles.

“Ha,” I laughed. “I guess you’re right. I bet every man here is jealous of me.” I continued, then immediately was concerned I had crossed a line.

“Aw, Thanks Brent.” Heather replied with a little smile, “That is a nice thing to say.”

“I mean it though. Just think. Most of the people in the restaurant are staying in the hotel right?”

“Yes I expect so.”

“Well, if they are away from home, they likely miss what ‘home’ has to offer.”

“And that is?” Heather replied with a smirk as the waitress appeared with a champagne bucket and bottle.

The waitress removed the wire and asked me to open the bottle. It popped loudly when I pulled the cork from it. Heather let out a little cheer and giggled again. She was sure in a giggly mood tonight, and she hadn’t even touched the champagne yet.

I poured us each a flute of champagne and held mine up to present a toast.

“To Heather! Congratulations on your promotion, you’ve done yourself proud! You have been recognized above your peers. Oh yeah, also congratulations to me, the envy of every man in the room,” I finished with a smile that was returned in spades.

“Thank-you Brent,” Heather responded with her sweetest smile. “For both comments.”

“You’re welcome,” I smiled. “I’m honored to share this celebration with you. I imagine Grant would rather he be here tonight than me though,” I ventured.

“Oh, maybe. I'm sure he would like the promotion side of it, I’ll be bringing home more money. As for the second part, I don’t think he’d be as proud.”

“Really? Why do you say that?” I asked as I took another sip of champagne.

“Well, how can I say, Umm, he doesn’t look at me the same as some men do. Especially when they think I don’t see them,” she grinned at me, then held her glass in front of her face to hide a giggle.

I blushed. I could feel my cheeks flushing but had nothing to say. Obviously my sheepish look said enough and she laughed out loud unable to control herself. I was completely embarrassed and tried to come up with something to say.

“Umm, guys do that huh?”

“Yes” she answered with a tone that said it was ok.

“I saw you watching me tonight Brent. Honestly, I’m flattered.”

“Flattered, but you likely think I’m a jerk though.”

“Umm, nope. Just flattered,” she answered with a smile.

I must have still looked a bit guilty though because she placed her hand on my arm again and said “Honest Brent, it makes me feel good, as long as I don’t feel threatened or anything. I know you wouldn’t ‘attack’ me or anything.”

“Are you sure?” I grinned.

“Sure I’m sure. You wouldn’t hurt me, would you Brent?” Her expression and tone of voice was different as she said that, unlike any time I’d known her. It was a flash of inviting passion that I remembered seeing on omen's faces when I was single. A kind of look that opened a door but protected against rejection. In a second it was gone.

“No, of course not”

“See,” she giggled, “I’m not worried. But I wouldn’t let Terry catch you looking. She is very jealous of you.”

“I know.”

“I don’t blame her though.”

“Why is that?”

“Well lots of women would, um, you know...” she said sipping the last of her glassful.

“Oh, I’m sure,” I answered sarcastically. “Women don’t look at me the way men look at you.”

The waitress appeared at the sign of Heather’s empty glass. I finished my glassful as she refilled Heather’s. When filling my glass emptied the bottle, I asked for another bottle.

As the waitress left Heather picked up the conversation where we left off.

“Lots of women notice you, it’s just that women are more subtle and not just visual anyway. We are also listening to what men say and how you say it. Believe me you get more than your share of attention, I’ve seen it.”

“Really?” I asked in mock excitement. “When? Who?”

Heather laughed, “Not telling,” her eyes were dancing, I could see she was having a good time, the champagne had put her in a playful mood. As sexy as I always thought she was, the giddy mood she was in now made her even more appealing.

The conversation was certainly taking on a sexually charged tone which I was loving. Although we were friends, as were our spouses, Heather was now openly flirting with me. I was thrilled and excited by it and was certainly ready to follow her lead. I kept thinking about that eyeliner pencil she had left in my bathroom.

“Why not tell me?”

“It would inflate your ego.”

“Yeah, likely. I like being humble. I’m extremely good at it,” I teased.

“Ha ha. You’re so funny. Which is another thing women find attractive by the way," she said over the brim of her glass.

“Really? Well, did I tell you the one about...”

Heather, while taking a sip of her champagne, laughed abruptly. Some of the drink sprayed onto her and me, mostly on me. In the commotion she dropped her glass, which broke on the table.

Heather, while trying to control her giggling, reached for a napkin.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she spoke through her laughter while wiping my shirt with the napkin.

“It’s okay,” I replied, laughing myself, “self induced I guess.”

 Continuing to laugh, Heather dabbed at my shirt “I’m afraid that is going to show.”

”Yes, I suppose it will. I really shouldn’t sit here with a wet shirt should I? I’ll run to my room and change.”

“I can’t sit here by myself after this scene! I'm so embarrassed!” Heather said as she looked sheepishly around the room. A few people were ignoring us, others were staring openly. "Besides, my skirt got wet too.”

The waitress came over help clean-up, carrying our second bottle of champagne.

“Thank-you," I said. “Would you please charge this to room 118 and send that bottle and a room service menu to my room?” I handed her a $20 bill.

“Certainly sir, right away.”

Turning to Heather I spoke, ‘We can eat in my room if that’s okay with you. Maybe your skirt will dry by the time we’ve eaten.”

“Okay. I’m really sorry about this Brent” Heather said as we rose from the table.

Heather had a cute little blush that displayed her embarrassment. She took my arm as we started out of the restaurant, all eyes on us.

“Don’t worry about it a bit,” I whispered to her. “All the men were looking at you anyway, now you’ve given them an excuse.”

We quickly crossed the lobby, and made our way to my room. Unlocking the door I opened it and moved aside to let Heather lead the way into the room. I held back a couple of steps so I could gaze at her glorious ass as she walked in front of me.

She took a seat on the sofa and I sat on a chair almost facing her. I could sense some tension from her, she was still embarrassed, and her smile had faded to a grin.

“Well,” I said, “That was an experience”.

Heather laughed loudly throwing her head back. “It was that.”

We continued to laugh, talking about how the people had looked at us and what they must have been thinking, especially when we had the bottle sent to my room.

“It has been years since I’ve been in a hotel room with anyone except Grant” Heather said, “Let alone another man!”

“What would Grant think about us being here together?” I asked.

“Umm, let’s not tell him okay?” she said with a grin. “He isn’t really, really jealous, but...”

“It does look suspicious, doesn’t it? Imagine what Terry would say?” I said, rolling my eyes.

“I can guess. We’d better keep this our little secret,” she said with a little wink.

Just then a light knock came on the door. I stepped to the door and opened it for room service.

He wheeled in a cart that had the champagne an ice bucket and two glasses. Also on the cart was a little card with some chocolates, it read ‘With our compliments, enjoy your evening’.

I read it out to Heather. “It seems everyone is getting the impression something is going on here.”

“Well, let them think what they want,” she said as I poured us each a drink.

As I handed her a glass I said, “I’m going to change my shirt, okay?”

“Sure. Must be nice.” she teased, “I’m decidedly uncomfortable sitting in this wet skirt.”

“I can lend you a t-shirt and a pair of shorts if you’d like. They’d be a bit big though.”

“Thank-you, I'll take you up on that, I don't care if they are too big. Can you imagine what Terry and Grant would say then, me in your clothes in a hotel?” she chuckled. “But what they don’t know...”

“That’s right. It's our little secret,” I said.

“In the drawers there,” I pointed, “you should find a couple of shirts and pairs of shorts, take your pick. I’m going to go change,” I said as I went into the dressing area closing the door.

I removed my shirt and put on a clean one. Then I stepped into the bathroom washed my face, brushed my teeth and hair and then opened the door into the main room.

I was surprised to find Heather already changed. She sat on the sofa with a smirk, wearing my old Nike shorts and a Budweiser t-shirt. My gorgeous fantasy Heather in my baggy clothes sitting in my hotel room was a very sexy sight, and she knew it.

“I took the chance that you would be a minute or two.” she grinned, her eyes devilishly sparking over her glass.

“I’ve got to learn how to change clothes faster,” I teased as I sat down.

“Yep, you’re too slow,” she said then continued, “So, Brent...?"

“Yes?”

“Umm, I looked in the wrong drawer for the clothes. It seems that you have ‘other’ secrets you won’t be telling Terry about…”

I immediately knew she had found my camera and lube that I had quickly stuffed in the drawer earlier. I was mortified and speechless.

Heather just sat there looking at me with her little grin, I stewed in my embarrassment for a few seconds before she broke the silence.

“I guess we both have been embarrassed tonight.” she giggled. “Me, quite publicly, you, in a more, ‘private’ way.”

She was loving that I was totally embarrassed. “I understand the lubricant, but why the webcam?” she continued.

“Umm. I uh...” How could I explain it delicately? This was way too embarrassing. I could not bring myself to simply say “So other people can watch me jerk off!”

Heather was chuckling at my discomfort, “Ok, don’t tell me, I can probably figure it out,” she said with a coy grin.

Our conversation was quickly moving from innocent flirting to outright sexual discussion, and Heather was initiating it. She was obviously comfortable discussing highly sexual private things with me.

'How far would she go with it?' I wondered as I again reflected on the eyeliner left in my bathroom. This led me to consider that Heather could have said nothing about what she saw in the drawer. Why did she bring it up? She obviously wanted to pursue sexual topics, I was happy to accommodate.

“Does Terry know you have webcam?” she asked with raised eyebrows.

“Um, no.” I murmured behind my glass.

“Uh huh,” she continued, “and you don't tell her because she is too jealous?”

“Yeah.”

“Does she know you buy lubricant?” she was loving this, her eyes were dancing as she sipped her glass and watched me squirm at her inquisition.

“I don’t imagine. I never told her.”

“So I’m guessing you go online and look at pictures of women?”

“Yeah.”

”Don’t be embarrassed Brent, I imagine all men do. I imagine most men also, um, do things that makes them like to use lubricant,” she said with a coy smile.

“I would guess so, but I suspect they don’t often talk about it with their friends,” I said still somewhat embarrassed.

She laughed, “I guess not, or spouses either it seems,” she added.

“I know Grant never talks to me about it when he does, and since we’re being honest, I don’t tell him either.”

Now THERE was a visual.

I took her lead on the direction the conversation was going.

“So, um, how often ‘don’t’ you tell him?” I asked with a grin.

“Oh, that was subtle,” she chuckled. “I, um, don’t tell him, about twice a week,” she admitted, “And you?”

“Oh about the same I’d think, except when I’m away, then its two, three times a day.”

Her eyes widened and she laughed, “Really?!”

“You said ‘honest’,” I told her.

“So pictures of women turn you on that much? Wow!”

“Well yes, pictures do, but what I like to look at are women showing themselves online,” I neglected to mention, showing what.

“You mean women do that?!” she seemed amazed.

“Yes, all the time.”

“They show everything?”

“Yep, they sure do.”

“Wow, that’s something,” she said.

“Ah Ha!!” she continued, “That is why you have a cam! You show yourself online too!” she seemed proud to have figured it out.

I was embarrassed somewhat, but she didn’t appear to be disgusted or anything which was a relief.

“I can see why you never told Terry,” she laughed. “I never thought of you as an exhibitionist Brent. Not that I have a problem with it I guess, it just surprises me.”

“I never thought I was either, but once I went into these chatrooms, it seems that lots of people are.”

“Wow, it’s hard to believe that so many people would be showing themselves to complete strangers.”

Heather was very interested in the concept. She was sitting forward on the sofa, and her eyes kept moving from me to glance over to the computer sitting on the desk. I was pretty sure I knew what she was thinking.

I poured us each another drink and said, “You seem to have doubts. I guess I’ll have to show you then,” and I went over to the computer and turned it on.

Heather immediately jumped up from the couch and pulled a chair beside mine at the desk.

I felt the heat of her body beside me and I could smell the light fragrance of her hair, I was already becoming aroused.

I maneuvered through the menus and when I got to my chat site I decided to create a new login name. “What name should we use?” I asked her.

“I don’t know anything about this, you pick."

“Okay,” I thought for a few seconds and typed ‘cpl_like2watch’

“Oh that’s clever,” she giggled.

“Thanks. Are you sure you want to see? There is pretty much ‘no holds barred’ in these places. I wouldn’t want you to be shocked or embarrassed.”

“No problem, I’m not easily shocked”

“Okay then, here we go.”

I had always wanted to be with a woman while I went into the sex chat rooms, but my wife would freak if I even asked, and here I was with the woman of my fantasies, about to share it with her.

Logging in as a couple was a good idea. Immediately after we got in a room there were messages wanting to chat. Heather sat intrigued as I answered the questions people asked.

“Are you ready to see something?” I asked.

“Sure, lets!”

“Not everyone will let ‘anyone’ watch, you can either chose who you let watch or leave the camera open for everyone. We’ll try this one, but you never know what someone is doing you know.”

I clicked on one of the camera icons, not even looking to see if it was a man or a woman.

The window opened covering about a third of the screen. We got a perfect close up view of a guy’s cock. He was feverishly stroking it with his hand.

“Oh my GOD!!” Heather exclaimed wide eyed.

She moved closer to me to get a better view of the show and was leaning into me just as the guy let loose with squirts of cum for the world to see.

“Holy Shit!!” Heather laughed. “Is this for real?!”

“Yep sure is, guys cum on camera here all the time.”

“Do you?” she asked, not taking her eyes off of the guy’s cock as he milked the last of his cum from it.

“Uh huh. All the time”

She turned to me “Really?!"

"Yep. Guess what I was doing when you called me this afternoon?”

“NO WAY!!” she laughed and stared at me curiously.

“Yep.”

“You were masturbating, when I called?”

I smiled “Uh, yes I was”

“So did you, umm, ‘finish’?”

“No”

“Oh,” she snickered, “I guess I barged in. Sorry for interrupting.”

“You should be,” I told her with a smile.

“Well no wonder you were staring at my ass when I came over then."

“True, but to be honest,” I lowered my voice, “I stare at your ass all the time.”

“I’ve noticed,” she replied with a smile as she turned toward the screen.

The window that had shown the guy’s cock went black as he shut down his camera, I closed it.

A new window opened as someone asked us if we had a camera. I replied that we did, but it wasn’t on.

‘Woman 42 here’ she told me, ‘I want to see some cock!’

Heather laughed, “Boy people are NOT shy here!”

“No they’re sure not. Let’s see if she is a player, after all you got your show, shouldn’t I get one?” I replied as I typed.

‘M here. I want to see some pussy.’ 

 "Brent!! You’re as bad as they are!!” Heather laughed.

“I know”, now you’re seeing the secret side of me that even Terry doesn’t see.”

“I was kind of thinking that myself,” Heather said as she smiled at me curiously.

‘My husband likes to see me play, wanna see?’

‘Yes,' I sent back.

A window appeared and it showed a woman who was slightly overweight but quite attractive. She was naked. She was not alone though, a man was with her, he too was naked and watching her at the computer.

Her camera was set to the side so we could see her completely. She was occasionally typing and occasionally playing with her pussy. Her husband behind her was lazily stroking his cock.

I could feel my own cock swelling in my pants.

“WOW” Heather said, “This is so cool!”

I sent ‘Very cute.’

‘Thanks, now you show.’

‘If my wife knew I was here she’d kill me.’

‘So?’

‘I can’t show my face.’

‘I don’t want to see your face, I want to see your cock!’

Heather was watching this exchange with excited interest,“She’s subtle!”

Heather was leaning against me to have a good view of the screen and I could feel her breast on my arm. Between the naked woman on the screen and Heather leaning against me I was getting way too horny to just sit there. My cock was struggling to escape its confines.

“Well, should I?” I asked Heather.

“Should you what?”

“Show her.”

“Brent!! With me sitting right here you’d do that?! Really? You can't be serious. How could you do that?”

“Right now I’m almost too horny to be embarrassed. If it would embarrass you though, I can wait.”

“Wait for what?”

“Um, privacy.”

“Wow. This is nuts, but, well, I did barge in on you,” Heather said. “Um, I guess we already have some secrets we are keeping from Grant and Terry...”

“Can I take that as a yes?” I asked in a begging tone.

“Yes, Brent.” Heather said blushing, “I can’t believe I said that, or that you would ask. It must be the champagne.” she said her face crimson with embarrassment.

“Imagine,” she continued, “people masturbating in front of other people! This is crazy.”

I typed into the computer, ‘Okay, just a sec - hooking up camera.’

‘Okay, hurry!’

I pulled the camera out of the drawer and hooked it up. Then undid my belt and the button of my pants.

“You’re really going to do this?” Heather asked.

“Yes, unless you tell me to stop” I said as I slid down my zipper then hooked my thumbs in my pants.

“God Brent!, I can’t believe you!”

There was more excitement than reservation in the way she spoke. I grinned at her, she shook her head and grinned at me. I could see the blush of excitement start to show on her neck.

I raised myself off of the chair slightly and slid my pants down past my knees and over my feet. My underwear were definitely tented from my cock which was nearly at full erection.

Heather’s eyes were locked onto my groin as I now started to lower my shorts. As I slid them down I pulled the waistband out and then down over my cock releasing it from it’s constraint. I heard a light gasp as Heather watched my member pop into view.

I slid my shorts off of my feet and tossed them on top of my pants. I looked at Heather and my cock grew. I came to the realization that the woman who filled my mind as I masturbated time after time was about to watch as I did it now.

Heather sat beside me not knowing exactly what to do. At first she just looked at the computer, pretending not to notice that my cock was in full view only three feet away from her.

She seemed hesitant for a few moments, then as I took the camera off of the desk and smiled at her she became more interested in my actions. She was obviously intrigued by the concept of seeing me play with myself for her and whoever wanted to watch, as much as she was pretending not to be.

I set the camera on the stool under the desk, turned it on and adjusted it to give a full view of my cock. Heather again moved close to me to so she could see the screen. The way I was sitting allowed Heather to see my cock both on the screen and when she looked down at me.

I felt her snuggle in close and she noticed the twitch of my cock as she did so. She smiled and moved against me again, watching my cock on the screen. She then took an unashamed stare down at my raging hard on.

"It’s not just women on the screen that turn you on is it?” she asked coyly.

“No it certainly isn’t.” I said as I clicked on the screen offering my camera to view to the woman online.

‘Ahhh. There we go,’ she sent. ‘Nice cock!’

‘Thanks.’

‘Do you want to cum with me?’

‘Yes,’ I answered, 'I wanted to cum HARD!'

Heather turned from the computer to look at me, “Are you really going to cum right here in front of me Brent?! My GOD!! I never thought I would be sitting in a hotel room watching you play with yourself, let alone have you cum right here beside me!”

“You said it was okay if I played,” I reminded her.

“But Cumming?! I don’t always play until I cum, do you?”

“Unless, I’m interrupted.” I teased.

“Touché,” she said resigned to the fact. “Okay then. This is so wild,” she giggled

‘Mmmm I want to see your cum,' the woman commented.

‘You will. I want to see you cum too. I want to see your juices running out of your pussy.’

‘Mmm yes, I will cum and get very wet. Stroke your cock for me!’

‘Mmm, slide you fingers into your pussy for me. Yes that’s it.”

“Man Brent, you are a horny thing aren’t you. I wouldn’t have imagined you talking like that,” Heather said.

I took my now fully engorged cock in my hand and started to stroke it slowly. God it felt good with Heather’s body touching mine and knowing she was watching me play with my cock.

I was in heaven. Heather again made an audible gasp as I started to stroke my cock. She started to look back and forth between the screen and my cock.

‘Mmm yes . Slide your hand over your cock’

The woman turned more toward the camera and spread her legs wide. I could see the glistening wetness of her slit as she slid her fingers up and down it. The man in the background was getting into the act fully now and was as eagerly stroking his cock as I was mine.

I could feel Heather's breathing increase as she watched the couple and I all masturbate. She was mesmerized by this experience and getting turned on. Her eyes drifted more to me beside her than the computer now, she squirmed in her seat a little bit as she watched me.

“I can’t believe you are doing this Brent," she said with a nervous laugh. "More than that, I can’t believe I’m here while you do it!”

Heather continued, “I can see why you are into this though, it is very hot.”

I continued to stroke my cock as she spoke.

Then leaning to my ear she whispered, “She was right though, you do have a nice cock,” she said in a super sexy breathy tone. My cock leaped in my hand.

“Mmmmmm” I groaned “Thank-you”

“Seeing it so close is making me wet,” she breathed in my ear.

“Mmmmmm, is it?”

“MmHmm. Very. Would it feel better if you were wet too? With some lube?” Heather asked as she stared at my hand wrapped around my cock.

“Uh huh”

“ Okay.”

Heather reached into the drawer and took out the tube. I stuck my hand out for it.

“You just keep doing what you’re doing,” she told me, “I’ll look after this.”

I returned my hand to my cock and continued to stroke my cock as Heather watched.

She took the lid off of the tube and turned it upside down.

“You like a little or a lot?”

”Lots” I answered.

“Okay. You just keep playing and watch the screen.”

I focused on the woman on the screen, she was fully involved in her own pleasure. Her fingers darting over and into her pussy was a lovely sight.

Heather was reaching over me and I was expecting to feel a stream of lubricant on my cock any second. I was slowly and steadily stroking up and down the full length of my cock with my right hand as my left was gently massaging my balls. I turned to look at Heather as I stroked myself, she turned her eyes to meet mine and smiled at me.

It was at that moment I felt the slick gentle touch of her hand on my cock. She had put the lubricant on her own hand and now began to stroke my cock rhythmically. She pushed my hand away and continued to slide her wet slippery hand up and down my shaft. I was in ecstasy.

“Mmm your cock feels as good as it looks.”

“It sure feels fine to me right now!”

Heather giggled “Enough lube?”

“Mmm perfect, you’re good at this.”

“Thank-you. You’ve inspired me,” she chuckled. “So you want to cum for me and this lady on the screen?”

“MMm yes!”

“Now?” she asked with a grin as she stroked me quick and hard.

“MMm, not yet. I want to enjoy this a while. Is that okay?”

“Sure that's okay. I'm enjoying this.”

“Do you want to cum Heather?”

“Mmhmm I sure do.”

“Can I watch you cum?”

“Mmhmm. I insist on it.”

“Do you want to cum on camera too?”

“Mmm, yes,” she whispered, “just thinking about being watched is getting my pussy even wetter.”

“Can I see your wet pussy, please?”

“Do you really, really want to?” she teased.

“I’d love to, I’ve dreamed of seeing your pussy for so long!”

She giggled and gave my cock a little squeeze “Have you now? Well I have to tell you I’m very wet.”

“Really? How wet?”

“You tell me,” she said.

Heather released my cock and stood up. She pulled my t-shirt off, then hers. With a little wiggle the shorts she had on dropped to the floor.

I nearly came my wad right there.

She was a gorgeous as I had imagined all these times, Heather looked at me coyly, placed one foot on my chair and reached between her legs. Her finger parted the light wisps of hair of her trimmed pussy, and came out gleaming.

She put her wet finger to my lips, “I told you, that you had made me wet.”

I sucked in her finger hungrily, eagerly licking her essence off of it.

She sat down in her chair again and again took my cock in hand. She was obviously getting more aroused now that she was naked.

She was no longer taking long easy strokes up and down my cock, she began to furiously pump it with her fist.

I reached out and touched her pussy and she immediately spread her legs as far as the desk would allow.

She eagerly stroked my cock trying to coax the orgasm from me.

As I looked at the computer, I glanced at the camera view and could see Heather’s hand pumping my cock.

The window told me that 14 were viewing my camera.

I told Heather that our audience was not just the couple she knew about, but it included thirteen others. Her eyes grew wide, it obviously exited her.

“Really?! MMm”

“Yes, and they are all watching you stroke my cock and me finger your pussy.” I breathed in her ear.

“Oh, that is SO hot!” Heather gasped as she thrust against my hand.

She was starting to really ride my fingers now she was bucking against me as well as our position would allow.

“Do you want to cum with me Heather? Cum on camera with me?

“Ah, YES! MMhmmm,” she moaned. “I want everyone to see me cum, to see you cum, to see us cum!”

“ Okay.”

I pushed my chair back from the desk and Heather did the same. We looked at the screen and adjusted ourselves so that everyone could see us each clearly.

“This is such a turn on,” she blurted as she adjusted her position.

Heather scooted her ass forward and spread her legs wider.

Her pussy virtually sucked my fingers inside. She rested the heel of one foot on the desk and draped the other leg across mine, giving me full access.

She looked beautiful on the screen and beside me, the fragrance of her sex filled the room. Her pussy felt like liquid velvet and she was leaking her juices down the crack of her ass. She was getting really, really wet.

Heather was quickly becoming more and more aroused as I tickled her clit then massaged deep into her pussy.

“Cum for me Brent,” she whispered in my ear. “I want to feel your cock pulse... unhhh… and feel your cum on me… as I …unghh cum… I’m getting so close!!”

I was getting close now too, she was riding my fingers hard as she was vigorously pumping my slick cock.

The room was filled with our heavy breathing, groans and the wet sucking sounds of our mutual masturbation.

I could feel my ejaculate building up inside and knew I was near the top.

“Heather, that feels SO good... Eighteen people are watching you stroke my cock and me finger your pussy, and they’re going to SEE US CUMMM!” 

 "Oh GOD!!! ….”

The idea of all those people watching her was all Heather needed.

I felt her pussy twitch and her body go stiff as the first wave of her orgasm started to wash over her.

“Aahh!!! ... AHH..YESS!!!” Heather squealed.

Seeing beautiful Heather in orgasm sent me over the top.

I felt my balls contract and the cum billowing up inside me.

“OH, God Heather. I'm gonna cum! YES! Here it comes!! AGGH...!”

As Heather held my cock I shot ropes of cum all over her, myself and the floor.

The juices from Heather’s quivering slit were flowing freely from her now, my hand was soaked to the wrist as she bucked against my fingers in the throws of a huge orgasm.

She watched my cum splash onto her and it seemed to excite her further as she humped against my fingers over and over, her juices making my fingers make wet slurping sounds in her feverish pussy.

Eventually Heather's grip on my cock relaxed and the clamp of my hand between her legs eased as our climaxes subsided.

My cum had landed on her leg and tummy and her hands were covered. She looked gorgeous in her afterglow, and when she looked at the cum on her she smiled. She didn’t make an effort to wipe her legs or tummy, and rubbed the cum on her hands onto her breasts.

“MMm you came buckets Brent.”

“So did you. Mmm, I love how wet you came!” I told her with a smile.

I stood, reached to shut off the camera, then took Heather by the hand and drew her to the bed. We both needed to lay down as our knees and muscles had turned to jelly.

“Thank-you, Heather. That was too fantastic for words.”

“Mmm, it was great for me too. I haven’t cum that hard in years.”

“Are you embarrassed that you came in front of all those people?”

“NO WAY!! That was such a turn on!”

“Wasn’t it? I’ve never cum so hard before. Those people got EXACTLY the show they wanted. And so did I, you are SO sexy.”

“Aw thanks Brent. You sure got my juices flowing too. Pardon the pun,” she giggled. “It’s been a long time since I came that hard too, something new I think is what made it so exciting."

“New? Being on camera?”

“Yes. And cumming with you too.” she said shyly.

“I know, it was you cumming that made it so good for me. Any regrets?"

“I suppose a twinge, but it was so good, its hard to be sorry.”

“I guess we REALLY have to keep this secret from Terry and Grant now,” I said laughing.

She chuckled, “No kidding. So, do you have any other secrets you keep from Terry?”

"Hmm. I write erotic stories."

"Do you? Interesting, you'll have to let me read one sometime."

"Sure. How about you - any secrets? Have you fooled around?... Umm before tonight?"

She smiled at me and replied, “Nope. I have been tempted to for a long time though. But I didn’t want just a one night stand with someone I never met before, and it’s a little hard to suggest with someone you do know.”

“I hear you. Umm. Is that why you left some make-up in the bathroom here?”

“He he,” she giggled, “you saw that did you?” she said as she placed her hand comfortably on my arm.

“Uh huh.”

“I knew you would. I also noticed that you never mentioned it when you went in the bathroom.” She said.

“Are you kidding? If there was the slightest chance that you would come back for it tonight, I wouldn’t have let you take it back.”

She smiled, “I thought as much. I knew you were attracted to me, I’ve seen you watch me before, it turned me on actually.”

“Watching you turned me on too. It turned me on to think of you when I had some ‘time alone’ too,” I admitted.

“Oh really? You thought of me when you played?”

"All the time. Is that freaky to you?”

“Not at all, I‘m flattered actually” she sad with a smile, “To be honest, I thought of you too.”

“Really?! Details! I want details!” I teased.

“HA HA! The details are, when I was thinking of you we were doing more than using our hands on each other,” she lowered her face to mine and our lips met in a deep soulful kiss.

As our tongues touched for the first time, she seemed at once a comfortable established lover and a new exciting one. She was more than I could have hoped for. The woman of my dreams and fantasies was here naked on top of me, our cum was drying on each others bodies as we grew in arousal seeking to replay our passion.

As we kissed, my hands were drawn naturally to her back and hers to my face, I caressed her back as we kissed each others face and neck. I could feel my proud member responding to her attention and the wonderful sensation of her on top of me. As it grew to length it started to brush against her pubic hair.

She felt the contact and started to push back to engulf my cock inside her as we kissed. As she did, I teasingly pulled my cock back not allowing her success.

”Huuunggghhhh” she wined in my ear as she felt me dodge her advance.

My cock twitched and continued to grow at the sound of her eagerness to mount me. Again I let the tip of my cock touch her hair and she immediately pushed back hard. I was ready for that and moved as quick as she did, keeping her from her desire.

Heather whined again and bit my ear “Quit it!” she demanded in a playful tone.

“OW!” I yelped. ”That’s it, none for you.” I teased.

“Oh no you don’t”, she responded “You aren’t going to lie there with a hard beautiful cock like that and not let me have it!”

“Ok….” I said, as I adjusted my position. Taking a firm grip of her hips, I placed the tip of my cock right against her lips. She was very wet again and I could feel her slick lubrication against my cock head.

She again tried to swallow me inside but I held her hips firmly.

“Are you really, really sure you want THIS!” I said.

I thrust my hips forward while pulling her down onto me. My cock shot into her to the hilt.

“AHHHGGGGHHHH!!!” She squealed. “OH MY GOD!! YES! THAT is what I want!” she answered.

Adjusting to my cock inside her she began to rock against me taking short steady strokes. After becoming accustomed to me inside her, she pushed harder against me and me against her.

She was taking me inside as far as she could. I could feel her cervix with the tip of my cock and I pushed hard rubbing my cock head against it. She went wild. Heather began to gyrate and whimper as she fucked hard against me.

Her tight little pussy felt delicious as she alternately squirmed and bucked solidly against me as I forcibly squeezed her tight bum.

Taking her gorgeous ass in my hands I drew her to me and held her close while I worked my cock in and out of her. I consciously kept rhythm with her movements.

After some time she began to ease her movements as she tired. With a silent gesture from me I rolled her off of me and then me onto her.

I moved to the edge of the bed. Soon I was in my favorite position, I was sitting with my feet on the floor, Heather on my lap with my cock buried inside of her, very deep. Heather too appreciated the penetration she was receiving,

“Oh FUCK Brent! Yes, uh huh…uh, huh, … uh, huh,” she moaned as I rocked my cock deep inside her.

I glanced over her shoulder and the computer caught my eye. I saw myself on the screen!

Holy shit, I had not shut the camera off when I thought I did. It must have been running the whole time. We were far enough from the camera that we were completely visible, faces and everything, and here we were on open cam fucking like bunnies.

“Oh fuck!” I said.

“What?” Heather breathed. She knew by my tone something was wrong, but she never missed a beat rocking on my cock..

“We’re, Umm, famous”

”Huu uh How?” she grunted sexily still maintaining her pace.

“I didn’t shut the camera off…”

”WHAT?!” she exclaimed and immediately buried her face in my chest, reducing her humping almost to a stop…almost.

“Honest, I thought I did!” I responded. “If anyone was looking they’ve seen everything! The bed is in perfect view. I can see us.”

“Is anyone watching?” she said and began to increase her rocking.

“I think so, yes there is, I can see a list of names.”

“Really?” she said as she pulled my face to hers kissing me, no longer trying to hide from the camera. She broke the kiss and regained her earlier pace of rocking her wet slippery pussy on my cock. I could feel the juices leaking from her wet lips over my balls soaking them. She was obviously intensely aroused by the thought of being watched.

”I want them all to see how good you are fucking me. I want the world to see me cum all over your cock and see you cum deep inside me!”

I was amazed and thrilled. Heather was behaving like a wanton slut and I was loving it. I enjoyed showing my cock when I jerked off, but I never, never showed my face in case someone knew me. I had only dreamed of fucking Heather, and here I was balls deep inside her while on camera and she was loving it.

Her motions were hard to match in my position, she was fucking me fast and furious now.Her head was tossed back now and her teeth were clenched as she concentrated hard on the sensation of my cock splitting her lips and driving deep deep inside her.

Her orgasm was bearing down on her and she rocked and ground her pussy against me, rubbing her sensitive clit against my pubic bone, my cock into her as deep as it could go.

“I, unggg, don’t care if...unggg, everyone sees me fucking you Brent! I want to feel you shoot your cum in me!! Now Brent, NOW!! Oh GOD! I’m cuUMINGgg!!”

Her motion became frenzied as she started to slap her ass against my thighs, taking long fast strokes. Her pussy was quaking and fluttering in spasm as she came steadily. Again her excitement and the look of her face in orgasm made it for me.

“YeSS! UggHH...!! I’m gonna cum!!!” I grunted.

I could feel the cum boil in my balls for a few strokes then it exploded out of my cock in long strong blasts. My cock pulsed inside her, sending long hot splashed against her womb, she continued to erupt in orgasm, never breaking stride as she humped against me, making sexy squeals and grunts as she was crushed by a huge orgasm.

Slowly Heather slowed her rocking on me as her breathing slowed from frantic to simply exerted. She held me close and rested her face on my chest. The sweat on her brow felt cool on my hot skin. As Heather finally regained her breath she sighed deeply then shuddered.

“Holy Fuck that was good!” she said.

“Unbelievable,” I told her.

“I need to lay down before I fall down,” she said.

Slowly she unwrapped her legs from around me and as she slid back my now spent cock slipped easily from her, lubricated by our mutual juices.

She raised herself off of me enough to drop on the bed beside me.

“Oh, god that was so, so good,” she said as she lay exhausted on the bed.

“I’m going to shut the camera off now, k?”

“Yes, please.”

I went over to the computer and saw there was 45 messages for us. I shut the camera off and looked at them.

“Hey sexy, you were a star!”

“What do you mean?”

“There are a bunch of messages from people who were watching us.”

“Really? Anyone we know?” she giggled.

“I hope not.”

“Well, honestly, I don’t care who was watching. It was such a turn on to know that they were.”

“You think so?”

“ Oh, yeah! I’m getting one of those cameras.”

“Are you?”

“Yep and I’ll set it up in my bedroom and you can watch me cum.”

“Really?! I’d love that.”

“Ok, I will then.”

“So, Brent?”

“Yes beautiful?”

“Have you ever been sucked off on camera before?”

I smiled, “No.”

“Well we have all week. But right now I should run down to my car and get my suitcase.”

“Suitcase?”

“Yes,” she giggled, “I happen to have some clothes in a suitcase in my car. Just in case I never made it back to my hotel tonight.”

“Oh, you’re naughty. And here I thought I seduced you. I’ve been had.”

“Yes you have, and I intend to have you again.”