Chapter 2: Waiting Around

The minutes creeped by as I paced around the room like a tiger in a cage at the zoo. Finally I logged in to Yahoo to check my e-mail. Not many people on my list were on-line and since I didn’t have much else to do I changed my status to “Available”. The results were predictable and I sighed as my screen suddenly filled with about a dozen windows as guys tried to contact me. It was overwhelming so I went back to being invisible and looked over the ones who were now on my screen. As was typical, a couple guys had invited me to watch them on their cams so I closed the other windows and responded just to them. Since I was incredibly horny after thinking about Brenda all week I figured watching some guy masturbate about me was better than nothing!

Just to say ... people always ask me why I like watching some strange dude jerking off about me and the answer is really pretty simple. First, you need to understand I don’t particularly like porn because it has no personal connection to me. Watching some paid actor masturbating for a camera, knowing a production crew is also watching and the whole thing is totally fake, well it does nothing for me. Instead, I get turned on a thousand times more when a cheating husband sends me a pic of his wife or daughter he took at the last family reunion. It may be hard to understand but when a guy sends me his family photos it’s like he’s sharing something personal with me ... something he knows he shouldn’t. It’s not that the pics themselves are naughty but it is the INTENT behind sharing them with me that makes me wet. Knowing his wife wouldn’t appreciate him sending her pics, even perfectly innocent ones, to a girl with whom he discussed his desire to commit adultery with super turns me on.

Guys camming is similar except it’s even hotter. I’ve watched cams on adult web sites where they broadcast it out to anyone and everyone and found it doesn’t really do much for me. It’s like porn - terribly cold and impersonal. They don’t even know I am there so how can it mean anything to me?

On the other hand, when a guy talks to ME on his cam and I can actually watch him stroking himself, getting all nice and hard because he wants ME and desires ME, well THAT’S meaningful to me. I often get wet and usually masturbate myself as I see them get hard and stroke themselves as they chat with me and tell me how bad they want to fuck me.

Cams are erotic but I also love it when guys cum on a picture for me. Sometimes I like it to be on me or someone else in my family that turns them on from reading about them in my diary. It’s even hotter when they use one of their wife or daughter, maybe a picture in a frame that is sitting around the house. I think one of the most erotic sights for me was watching a guy cum on a photo of his own mother that was on the shelf next to his computer desk. Imagine how he must have felt next time his mom was over and saw it!

So anyways ... I started chatting with one of the guys and predictably he quickly invited me to watch. He was still dressed when his cam came on so I asked him to strip for me which he quickly did. His cock was already erect and so I asked him what was making him so hard. Mmmmmm, I smiled as he replied he’d been looking at some of my pictures and was dreaming about fucking me while his wife slept in the room down the hall. We chatted some more and I licked my lips as I saw his hand stroking his nice hard cock just for me to see. Mmmmmmm, he was nice and thick and getting bigger by the minute.

Feeling even more horny now, I put my finger in my mouth and imagined it was his cock I was sucking while rubbing my hungry pussy through my jeans. It became quickly obvious as I watched him jerking off that my current situation wasn’t going to work so I stood up and pulled my tight faded jeans down and off, dropping them unceremoniously in a pile by the chair. It left me with just my blouse on which I didn’t bother to remove since nobody could see me anyway. I sat back down bare-bottom on my desk chair and spread my legs apart as I tried to type words of encouragement to him as best I could while playing with myself.