The Webcam Voyeur

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This story is true.

 

I am often separated from my mid-twenties Asian girlfriend for months at a time. Despite our 20+ year age difference, we are very close, and we talk every day.



About six months ago I bought her a computer with a webcam. On returning home, I bought myself a webcam (never had use for one before), and now we voice/video IM most days. As you might imagine, when her roommate is out, the GF has provided me many occasions of pleasurable entertainment with that webcam.



My girlfriend is a night-owl. We often talk for hours at two or three in the morning her time, which is long after I get up. This morning, however, my girlfriend woke me with an SMS, and asked me to go online.



I found her planning to go out for a while with a girlfriend; she wanted to talk before she went out. We fired up the microphones and webcams, and we talked for a while about what we planned to do when I returned to her, later next month. Her roommate hovered about the conversation.



Her roommate is two years younger, yet a little taller, than my five foot-nuthin' girlfriend. While her roommate's face really doesn't reach the top of my list, she has a body that just makes me salivate. Slender torso, nice C-cup breasts with long chocolate-colored nipples topping beautiful conical areolae that point perpetually skyward. Further down, a pert bubble ass tops long legs that are slim but with a nice touch of muscle tone in the thighs and calves, just like I like. I have had occasion in the past to see this little beauty in the raw, but never had opportunity to take it further.



My girlfriend and I voice/video chat for a while about nothing in particular. Her roommate strolls over to sit next to her as we talk. The cam is on top of the computer's monitor, which sits on a table just past the end of the bed. Her roommate wears a blue sleeveless t-shirt and little blue shorts. As she shifts position, I get little peeks up the leg of the shorts. GF's roommate is slightly darker-complected than my GF, a consequence of her Cambodian extraction, so there is absolutely no hope of seeing anything up her shorts. As GF and I continue to talk, roomie crawls up the bed and reclines lazily under the comforter, head on pillows, feet poking out toward the cam, watching TV.



'Well, I'm going to go now, but my roommate wants to chat with her boyfriend. After she logs in, I'll turn the cam back on so you can see me for a few more minutes.' My GF logs off, disabling the voice chat. I see her friend's screen name light up. A conversation window pops up, and my GF verifies (in writing) that I am receiving the webcam's pictures. She then walks off-camera to where her closet and bathroom are, and her roomie takes over the controls.



I have known her roommate for as long as I have known my GF. Some time back I even asked roomie out when the GF and I were on the outs. She turned me down, knowing that my GF was just brain-farting and would soon return to me. I also knew that, and I was mostly trying to piss the GF off. When she came back to me I told her about hitting on roomie (they weren't living together at that time) and she just laughed and said she knew her friends would never do that to her. Case closed. However, this girl and I tease each other occasionally, me bragging about my many hours of stamina (my GF has verified this to her I'm sure), her bragging that she could take that stamina in whichever hole I prefer.



Well, as soon as her roomie takes the helm I start teasing, asking for a sexy show, but she just basically flips me off (like she always does when I ask this) and starts chatting to her fiance. Like me, her fiance frequently travels for long periods, and the web is their main mode of contact. Judging from watching her, it would appear that he doesn't have a microphone wherever he is, and probably not a cam either. She repeatedly leans in to type, and I see her asking my GF, whose English is vastly superior to hers, about how to say things.



Rather than push the issue, I just start surfing smut, glancing at the cam occasionally. I really have nothing to say to her roomie anyway. I just leave the chat window and the cam open, and continue surfing.



Soon I start seeing roomie laughing and looking embarassed, hand over her nose and mouth. I am sure her fiance is asking to see her body. No fucking way with my GF around. However, I know the GF's leaving soon. An idea forms in my mind.



Leaving her webcam window open I close mine, switch myself to invisible mode, and close the chat window so nothing gets sent accidentally. Sure enough, I see roomie look over and say something to my GF; I'm sure she's telling her that I have gone offline. The webcam remains on. After a few more minutes roomie switches to invisible mode too. The cam stays on.



The girl who is going out with my GF comes into the room. I see her wave to roomie's fiance on the cam. They both laugh, and the friend grabs roomie's tits suggestively. They exchange a look, THAT look.



A few more minutes of talking, clowning and grabbing of boobs. Then, my GF comes into the frame, dressed to go out. She makes no attempt to contact me, so I am convinced they are sure I am offline. GF and friend wave goodbye to the cam, and they leave.



Time passes. More messaging. More giggling, hand over nose and mouth. Anticipation is building in me; I release my penis from its lair. He already knows what's afoot; his anticipation is obvious.



Several times she gets up, walking back and forth across the room, into and out of the camera's view. I know she's checking the door and the drapes. This girl is very sexually experienced, so I am surprised at her shyness and modesty. Several times she leans back on her hands, her tits straining forward under her shirt, smiling, and I say to myself, 'This is it.' Then, I see her overcome by modesty; she loses her resolve and types something else into the IM.



She gets up again, walking to the door then the window. Sits back down. Suddenly, in a single swift motion, her hands pull her shirt over her head, and her lovely breasts fall into view, bouncing once before coming to rest in all their glory, a feast to the eyes of her fiance, and to mine.



She smiles, running her hands under and between those bronze beauties, caressing the underside curve of each globe. Her fingers move up, and between her left thumb and forefinger she grasps the small ringed piercing in her right nipple, pulling and twisting it gently.



She continues to caress her breasts, fingers tracing the bumpy brown swellings to the tips where she pulls the piercings. She stops occasionally to type something into the computer's keyboard. It seems to take her a long time to gather her courage, and I suddenly wonder if this is the first cam show she has put on for her fiance. No matter, the shyness and slow buildup is working wonders on my lap-rocket, which is now getting gentle encouragement from my left hand.



Suddenly, more giggling, hand over nose. She pulls her nipples more; I can see her making herself hornier so she will gain the nerve for the next step. Finally, she stands. Fingers swiftly undo the button on her little blue shorts, and down they go. She sits back a short distance on the bed, reclining backward on her hands so her lovely breasts poke out proudly, long hair cascading over and around them like a rushing black brook. She has a small pair of black knickers on, a beautiful color contrast to her silky cafe-au-lait skin.



No more typing now. She moves further back on the bed. Leaning back on her right elbow, her left hand moves down over her taut young stomach, and her long fingers slowly disappear under the waistband of her knickers into the moist playground waiting beneath.



Her eyes glaze over. I see her fingers move up and down under the knickers, hand flexing and flattening as her fingers work between her labia into her moistness. Legs splayed, masturbating herself gently, she looks more lovely to me than she ever has. My prong is definitely in agreement, and I have to slow my pace lest I lose it before the show ends.



I see her hand moving with more purpose now. She is getting hot. She lays back on the bed. Pushing the comforter away from her head, she arranges a pillow so she can see the monitor. I suspect that it is not her boyfriend she is looking at, but her own hand moving in the crotch of her dampened panties that is visible in the webcam's monitor pane.



A few minutes pass, with her continuing to masturbate languidly under the knickers. Her hand starts pushing the front of the waistband downward, teasing the cam with glimpses of pubic hair. She stops, and I see her fingers crook under the waistband at her hips. She sits forward, arms extending as she slides the knickers down her long brown legs and off her feet, out of frame.



With a shy smile, her hand moves quickly up to cover her mons. She spreads her legs with the hand modestly in place, then I see her fingers part, gently opening her pink musk-box for her fiance. I just barely managed not to lose it right then!



She lays back on the pillow. Legs spread, left leg drawn up slightly. We can see her masturbating now. The palm of her hand rests on her mound; her hand flexes with each stroke, pulling the middle and ring fingers up on each side of her inner labia. As her fingers go higher in the stroke, she closes them slightly to pull up on her clitoral hood and pinch gently on the sensitive shaft before she flattens her palm to move her fingers back down along the labia to finish the stroke. She masturbates slowly, about one stroke per second. I am mesmerized, cursing the low light and the bad quality of the webcam picture.



Her right hand continues to pull alternately on her nipple piercings as her masturbation picks up in pace. Her head is back on the pillow, but she watches intently as her cathode-ray alter ego continues to rub its now fully-exposed pussy, bringing us all closer to orgasm.



She stops suddenly, and sits up to look at the monitor. Her fiance has obviously made a request. I can guess what it is. We are all ready.



She lays back on the bed, on her back again. Her pace is faster now, fingers continuing to run up her inner lips and squeeze the clit shaft at the top of each stroke. She has now lost all modesty, legs spread and knees back on the bed in that 'M' spread that is so beautifully special to Asian girls. She is no longer looking at the monitor; she is plainly driving headlong toward her orgasm.



A quick stomach contraction lifts her ass off the bed slightly, forcefully heralding the onset of her climax. Her head rolls side-to-side on the pillow, spraying a dark corona of hair around her head as she comes. She rides the orgasm gently, quietly, until it subsides. She lays still for a moment, legs open, sex split wide. Sated. Resting.



As you might imagine, this was all a bit too much for me, and I barely had time to pull the wastebasket out from under the desk before the salvo started. I've been away from the GF for about a month, and a bit too busy with work and other commitments to pay much attention to onanistic pursuits. Between my celibacy, my self-neglect and my extreme arousal at the sight of the sensuous self-pleasuring of this shy tigress, my emission was long and copious.



As the haze in my eyes dissipates, she sits up, pulling the comforter around her for warmth. They begin chatting again. Before long she stands, wafts an air-kiss close to the monitor, then the screen goes black.

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