We logged into Phil and Betty's reflector. It was pretty early for reflector activity on a Sunday and there wasn't anyone there when we got there. Kim commented on this and I said "Most webcammers tend to be night people for one reason or another. If nothing else, they sure do enjoy sleeping in on a Sunday morning and getting a very casual start on the day."
Kim snuggled up to me and said "Well, I can think of several reasons to stay in bed on Sunday morning."
"You're so cute!"
No-one was on Phil and Betty's reflector. I tried several others I'd frequent. There was an occasional smattering of people, but nothing was happening yet and there wasn't anyone I was particularly close to. A quick check on mIRC showed that most of the associated chat channels weren't very active, either.
"I think it's just too early, hon," I said. "There's always something on the gay channels no matter when, but only because men are complete horndogs. There are lesbian reflectors, too, but I'm not allowed in them for the obvious reason. You could, though, if you'd like; I'm sure we could get you into one of them if you're interested."
"Not really," Kim said. "I had fun the other day with Lynn and Honeybare, but only because I'd already gotten to know them slightly. And I liked the idea that we were all sharing information about what made men hot. And they
really
liked it when I sucked on you, too. That made it all the hotter: I got to do filthy things with you in front of an appreciative audience. It'd be nice to be admired by a bunch of lesbians, but they probably wouldn't care what I did to you."
"I understand. Once in a while, I'll log on to a gay reflector and jerk off with a few of the guys. It gets me hot, but I have to be in the right mood," I said.
"Wait a minute!" Kim said. "You have gay fantasies?"
"Well, sure," I said. "I think a lot of guys do. It's not a steady thing, but I occasionally get hot watching another guy getting off. Think about it: most guys don't watch just lesbian porn; they like seeing men and women fucking. And while they may be getting off on watching the woman and identifying with the man, they're watching when the guy cums. They just don't think of it as watching a guy cumming. You know how much I like seeing women get hot, but I like the thrill of watching of a guy shooting cum everywhere. Even me: have you ever masturbated in front of a mirror and watched yourself?"
"Oh, yes!" Kim said. "Sometimes I'll be in a really horny mood and I'll have just gotten out of the shower and I'll have my hair up in a towel and I started squeezing my nipples and before I know it, I've got my fingers deep inside me and I'm cumming hard while I stand in front of the bathroom mirror." She paused to squeeze my arm and said "The last time I did that was a few weeks ago and I was thinking about you fucking me from behind." She blushed a little.
"Oh, wow, that's exciting!" I said. "Look, no-one's likely to be online for a few hours at least and that story warmed me up a bit. What say we go upstairs and we can try watching the movies and tell each other what we like about what's happening on the screen. Or we can share past experiences and see how turned on we get."
"I'd love to try telling each other stories," Kim said. "I've got some questions to ask you about a few things and I can think of a story or two from my past that I
know
you're going to enjoy."
"Cooooooooool," I said. I shut down the CuSeeMe and mIRC software and we walked back upstairs. "Let's curl up on the couch together with a pot of tea and the movies and see where we go."
Experience showed me that we'd want a towel or two. I grabbed two towels from the linen closet, thought a second, and added a third for me. This left me with one clean towel in the cupboard, so I said "Just a moment, cutie, I'm going to start a load of laundry."
"Okay, I think I'd like to hit the bathroom change out of this nightie and into one of those kimonos," Kim said. I ran downstairs to the laundry room. I pulled the eight or nine towels that had stacked up at the bottom of the laundry chute and threw them into the washing machine on hot. I went back upstairs and laid out two towels on Kim's side of the couch and the third on mine. There might be stray drops of whatever, but we'd have most of the couch covered.
Kim was still in the bathroom. I made a pot of an aromatic blood orange tea and put it on the coffee table with cream, sugar, and large mugs. I looked at the movies we'd gotten and decided to put in "Candystripers" first. I loaded the movie. I looked around: everything else seemed like it was ready.
I heard water running in the bathroom, then Kim called "John, how'd you like to put on the tattoo?"
"Yes, please! That sounds like fun!" I headed into the bathroom. Kim was nude and had the blue-and-gold koi tattoo out. One of the basins was half-full of water and a hand towel and washcloth were next to it.
"This is definitely something that's big enough to go on a thigh," Kim said. "How about the right one?"
"Sure thing!"
"Okay, I want to do this. You just stand there." Kim dipped the washcloth in the water and washed off my thigh. While she was it, she reached up with washcloth and washed my cock and balls. Kim even gave my cock a few strokes with the washcloth. She smiled at me.
"Now that everything's ready, we put on the tattoo." Kim dipped the tattoo in the water for a second, then laid it tattoo-side down on my thigh. She patted it into place gently, then dipped the washcloth a second time and laid it on the tattoo. "You need to keep them really wet while they're transferring so they stick well." We stood like that for the better part of a minute, then Kim said "Should be done."
She lifted the washcloth and then carefully peeled away the stiff backing paper. The koi tattoo had transferred beautifully to my thigh and I now had a blue-and-gold koi swimming up my right quadriceps.
"Very pretty!" I said.
"That came out really nicely," Kim agreed. "Okay, let me finish the job." She patted the tattoo all over with the wet washcloth to make sure it was sufficiently moist, then patted it dry with the hand towel. "All done! The package says that it'll last for several days as long as you don't scrub it or get oil on it."
I flexed my leg and admired myself in the bathroom mirror. "Mighty cool!" I kissed her and looked at both of us in the bathroom mirror. "We make an attractive couple, Kim."
"We do indeed!" She kissed me again.
"I've got a movie loaded in the machine and a pot of tea for us."
"I was thinking of heating this up a bit," Kim said.
"I've got to ask: we're going to be on the couch in very little clothing, telling each other hot fantasies, and touching each other while covered in tattoos and watching filthy movies, and that isn't spicy enough? I'm curious where you were thinking of taking this further," I said.
"Well, I was thinking that you might show maybe show me how the Fleshlight works at some point."
"Oh!" I said. "Yup, I suppose that could be a little spicier, yes. And I'd be glad to show it to you. Well, let me get it ready while you get changed."
I got the Fleshlight from the bedroom and took it into the bathroom. Kim had just finished cleaning up the remains of the tattooing job and went into the bedroom to change. I opened the Fleshlight up, ran scalding water through it, then washed it off with a sterilizing sex-toy scrub I'd picked up on the recommendation of a webcamming friend. I then rinsed it off with more scalding water, shook it out, and took it, a hand towel, and the bottle of Astroglide out to the coffee table.
Kim came out of the bedroom wearing the red body veil she'd showed me on Friday afternoon. She'd left the little red lace panty off, which worked out nicely. She was carrying one of the Prelude 3 vibrators, the big cock dildo I'd given her the night before, and the bottle of Kama Sutra oil. Kim also had yet another hand towel.
"You look like you're settling in for an extended stay," I said.
"And who says I'm not?" Kim replied. She set the hand towel on her side of the coffee table and said "I think we're running out of room for the toys, you know." The Kama Sutra oil and dildo were laid on the towel and Kim said "Where's an outlet?"
"Right there's the closest one," I said, pointing to the outlet the lamp was plugged into. Kim plugged in the Prelude 3, switched it on and off for a second to make sure that it worked, then set it down on the table with the other toys.
"Right, then!" Kim said brightly. "Would you please pour me a cup of tea?"
"Certainly, my love."
"I get all shivery when you call me names like that," Kim said. "It makes me very happy."
"We'll do more of that, then," I said. I handed her a mug of tea, doctored with milk and sugar. Kim sipped it and said "This one's nice!"
"I got this one at the Seattle Teacup last month. It's perfect for weekend mornings when you're not going anywhere."
"Do they sell a tea specifically labeled 'Excellent for serving while getting hot and bothered'?" She sipped again.
"No, not as such, but the owner's a friend of mine and I can ask her. She might even suggest an 'apres-sex' tea. Or how about this: 'Pussymint,' a refreshing mint tea that goes with cunnilingus?" Kim laughed and then looked suddenly thoughtful.
