In which I act as camera person while my lady friend gets herself off for posterity.
One fine evening back in the day I got a phone call from my jilloff buddy Hariett Anderson:
"Hello Averti, what are you doing this evening?"
"Well I'd like to be doing YOU, sweet cheeks."
"Ha! In your dreams, you impertinent horndog!...actually, I have a new digital camera, and I'd like to have you come over and record me."
"Doing what?"
"Myself" Harriet replied with a smile in her voice. More of a dirty grin, actually.
Needless to say, I hopped in my Nissan and beat it over to her home in record time.
I had met Harriet a few weeks earlier at a BDSM play party -- where she had come to spectate rather than to participate. Many women did so, enjoying the exhibitionistic sex games without directly taking part. All good.
Harriet was a tall, big-boned woman with an aristocratic bearing and taffy-colored hair (both above and below, as I was later to find out). I didn't so much as meet her as I did eavesdrop on her conversation with another gal who was sitting next to her. They were discussing dating, or the lack thereof, and Harriet said, "Actually I have been working on perfecting my masturbation technique."
Quick as a flash, before my brain could engage, my mouth blurted, "Can I come over and watch?"
She drew herself up and imperiously said, in a perfect Margaret Dumont voice, "Oh you most certainly may not!"
But subsequently I did, hee hee...
We developed the kind of sexually based friendship that two people sometimes have who are not in 'love' love but strongly enjoy sexplay on a casual basis. And now that appeared to include her playing with her lady parts while I videoed the proceedings.
Harriet answered the door wearing a long slinky gown and a smiley grin.We chit-chatted for a bit while I familiarized myself with the new camera. She settled down on the couch and opened her robe.
Boy o boy do I love big women! Also little petite ones and in between sizes. Pero, estoy enamorado con mujeres grandes! (If you will pardon my Castilian.)
"I want you to record my O Face" she grinned.
"Do what now?"
"I wanna see what I look like when I orgasm. Tight closeup from the shoulders up."
What fun! I focused as she requested and she went to working her strong fingers on her wet pussy. A succession of passionate expressions passed across her face as she thrust the fingers of her left hand into her vulva while stroking her clitoris with her right. I kept the camera tight on her aristocratic features as she winced and grimaced as only a woman who is working toward climax will.do.
Soon enough Harriet let out a long moan, and clenched all over. She squinched her eyes tight shut and clamped her lips, then opened her mouth wide in the well-known 'silent scream' that signals a good, powerful cum!
(The faithful camera operator, by this time, had a distinct boner in his pants, but that could wait...)
Wiping sweat from her brow, Harriet asked, "Did you get it?"
"Every little twitch and gurgle," I replied.
"I don't 'gurgle," she said with indignant pride.
"Check the tape baby..."
So that is what we did. Matter of fact, we recorded her masturbating while watching herself masturbating...ain't tech wonderful?
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