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It’s going to be my first time; I’ve never done anything like this before.
Another five minutes and it begins. My heart is attempting high jump out of my chest, the laptop screen in front of me appears blurry. I am not wearing my glasses; it’s not an attempt to look sexy, but one that may calm my nerves. I reasoned that if I can’t see my laptop screen, I won’t be so nervous.
I did a double take on the list we agreed on, one dildo, two clothes pegs, a blindfold and a towel.
One minute to go, I take a deep breath and turn on my laptop.
Slow down, I beg Windows.
I want to do this,
yet I don’t.
I was torn, unsure, and uncertain. But I was definitely turned on, wet even. With a shaking hand, I open the browser, signed into my Google account; dragging the mouse over Hangouts Icon and clicked.
One click on the conversation thread with Lucy. This is it, as my mouse pointer hovers over the video icon. I click and it rings once. Her pretty face appears almost immediately, she must have been waiting nervously like me.
She waves and says “Hi.”
“Hi back.” I wave. I am really having trouble breathing.
“Ready?” she asks. I nod. I reach back and unhook my bra, and then sliding a finger under one strap, I pulled it free over my shoulder, then the other, dragging it out through the neckline of my T-shirt. My eyes never leave the screen as I watch Lucy do likewise. We wave our bras in front of the camera, hers black, and mine white.
“On a count of three? One, two, three.” we throw our bras over our heads and giggle.
I’m not a natural exhibitionist, but this wasn’t any public display. It's an intimate sharing, between two people who love each other. I am comfortable with it.
I look at Lucy, took a deep breath and smile. I want her to see me and I want to see her.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Count of three. One, two, three.” I lifted my T shirt over my head and sat topless in front of the screen.
There was a smirk on her face. She still had her top on. My hands automatically went up and covered my small A cups.
“You cheated.” I accused.
“Watch and learn.” Slowly, she lifts her T-shirt, I could just make out the shadowy curve, exposing the underside of her boobs, the T-shirt lifts higher still, exposing her gorgeous naked breasts. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, I stopped breathing.
Finally, I exhale and run my tongue over my dry lips. It must be cold where she is, her nipples are erect, as are mine.
Another five minutes and it begins. My heart is attempting high jump out of my chest, the laptop screen in front of me appears blurry. I am not wearing my glasses; it’s not an attempt to look sexy, but one that may calm my nerves. I reasoned that if I can’t see my laptop screen, I won’t be so nervous.
I did a double take on the list we agreed on, one dildo, two clothes pegs, a blindfold and a towel.
One minute to go, I take a deep breath and turn on my laptop.
Slow down, I beg Windows.
I want to do this,
yet I don’t.
I was torn, unsure, and uncertain. But I was definitely turned on, wet even. With a shaking hand, I open the browser, signed into my Google account; dragging the mouse over Hangouts Icon and clicked.
One click on the conversation thread with Lucy. This is it, as my mouse pointer hovers over the video icon. I click and it rings once. Her pretty face appears almost immediately, she must have been waiting nervously like me.
She waves and says “Hi.”
“Hi back.” I wave. I am really having trouble breathing.
“Ready?” she asks. I nod. I reach back and unhook my bra, and then sliding a finger under one strap, I pulled it free over my shoulder, then the other, dragging it out through the neckline of my T-shirt. My eyes never leave the screen as I watch Lucy do likewise. We wave our bras in front of the camera, hers black, and mine white.
“On a count of three? One, two, three.” we throw our bras over our heads and giggle.
I’m not a natural exhibitionist, but this wasn’t any public display. It's an intimate sharing, between two people who love each other. I am comfortable with it.
I look at Lucy, took a deep breath and smile. I want her to see me and I want to see her.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Count of three. One, two, three.” I lifted my T shirt over my head and sat topless in front of the screen.
There was a smirk on her face. She still had her top on. My hands automatically went up and covered my small A cups.
“You cheated.” I accused.
“Watch and learn.” Slowly, she lifts her T-shirt, I could just make out the shadowy curve, exposing the underside of her boobs, the T-shirt lifts higher still, exposing her gorgeous naked breasts. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, I stopped breathing.
Finally, I exhale and run my tongue over my dry lips. It must be cold where she is, her nipples are erect, as are mine.



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