Zoom With Dani!

I had turned in early, and wasn’t expecting her to call, but it’s always a nice surprise. She talked about her course, her flat, and I wasn’t listening to a word! All I could see was her, in a three quarter-length t shirt, looking more Fuckable than I have the word power to describe. 

When she moved slightly, I discovered it wasn’t a t shirt…it was a white man’s shirt. To my dirty mind, nothing looks more sexy than a naked girl clad only in a man’s shirt. Oh no…she hasn’t got a man (yet)… I've seen her in that shirt here….and could barely keep my hands off her! 

Chatter, chatter chatter…..then….a big sigh….”My cunt’s so wet. Would you like to see?” All I could manage was a nod of the head. 

Dani pushed her chair back a little and got both feel onto the seat. All I could see were her panties, although I could make put a little moist patch. Then she pulled them aside and pushed two fingers up herself. She brought them straight out again, glistening, and slowly spread them to reveal her wetness between them. I, of course, knew exactly how that wetness smells and tastes, and I promptly flooded myself. 

I must have looked a total goofball since I lost the power of speech when I saw her panties and had just been sitting there with my mouth hanging open while she demonstrated her wetness to me. 

She was saying something, and I’d missed it. Somehow, I managed the power of intellectual conversation and gave birth to a, “Huh?” 

She giggled, and said, “I said are you  wearing panties right now?” The power of speech fled. All I could do was nod and rely on my extensive vocabulary to reply with, ‘Uh-huh” (oh for fucks sake, Anna!) 

Dani sighed deeply….”You know….I’d really love to see you wet them.” I kicked the duvet off me and positioned the phone between my legs, giving her a view of my crotch. I was already wet, and wearing dark green panties…..well…I knew there’d be an almost black spot of wetness. Dani smiled. “Hmmm….very nice…..but not what I meant. Come on. Take me into the wet room.” 

Like some kind of robot, programmed only to obey, I got up and walked into the wet room. The textured stone Othank God for underfloor heating) felt crinkly on my feet. “Now….since you’re wearing your green school panties….i want to see you wet yourself like a naughty schoolgirl.” 

I found the perfect position for the phone on a stack of towels, and slowly squatted. For some reason Miss Brain insisted that I take my t shirt off, revealing my tiny titties, and that I suck my thumb. Dani nodded her approval and I saw her hand disappear into her panties and the material begin to move. “Go on. You know you want to do it…..do it for me…..let me watch you piss your panties…..” Slowly, painfully slowly…I began. “If I were there with you….i’d stand over you and do it all over you….your hair…your face……” 

Her words became disjointed as the tempo of her masturbation increased. She began to gain the pink flush in her cheeks and on her neck that heartless her orgasm, and I found myself mentally willing her on. Finally, she threw her head back and her mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’ as she came.

I was teetering on the edge myself, but I saw her orgasm through before asking her to ‘watch me…watch me Dani! Ohhh Dani!” My hand inside my panties, I rubbed my clit to push me over the edge. As I came, Dani provided the perfect backing track, insulting me, and abusing me as if I was an errant teenager whose mother had discovered her playing with herself. 

My orgasm was immense….and it felt….different. I was not only wet down there, but slippery too. I pulled my hand away….

…and that’s when I saw the blood.