I had arrived in Queensland the night before, dog tired and in need of a shower. After several days in Australia, I was still a bit lagged by the time difference, but had been otherwise distracted since my arrival in the land Downunder. Downunder what?
I mused. What if we only call the north pole north out of convenience? Who is to say that Oz couldn't have been the northern most continent had Euro centric navigators not determined otherwise? I'd showered, and dressed simply, hooking up the laptop I'd brought along as part communications device, part DVD player for the long trip. Logging on to the hotel's ISP service, I quickly found the person that I had come to the east coast to see.
Since first meeting my sweet friend, the friendship had been wild and mild and very unorthodox. I have two friends in Australia, that I am very fond of, and much to my horror and eventual delight, they became mutually aware of each other, and beyond my hopes, friends. Many was the night we would form a trio to play pool on yahoo, or just hang out. Memories of my time spent with my other friend brought a smile to my face, however they quickly took their proper place as I found myself looking at the lovely woman on my screen. I have a rule, well several, that both women have accepted, quite to my surprise, and the main one is that I don't get exclusive online. The reasons for this are varied and complicated, however the fact of the matter was, that barring occasional, and usually very forgettable dalliances with others, I was in a relationship which up until the last week was a cyber daters dream. Oh not that it had taken a turn for the worse, but rather I'd come to Australia to put the pain of a bad marriage behind me, and seek solace in the arms of my two close confidantes.
It is difficult to explain to the person not in a trio the reality of feeling affection for two people, on similar levels, and then on completely different ones. It wasn't a perfect arrangement, but for us it worked, largely because we were determined that it should. There was no betrayal of the other partner in my choosing to devote time to one or the other, but rather a respect for the fact that when with each, I would hold nothing back.
I won't belabor the point about the emotional bond, oh it was there on some levels, but none of us confused it with love. And yet, as I looked at her face, her soft smile, her shy mannerisms that belied the passions that I knew existed under the surface, seeing her look into the camera, with those eyes that make my insides twist deliciously, I felt the very real affection, such as it was, begin to warm my heart.
Kaye, is for all the frustration and tiredness that life as a wife and mother can bring, a very sweet lady. She has the loveliest soft accent. Incredibly, she and her husband have a quite open arrangement regarding cyber romance. I was in no ways intruding, or home wrecking. I sincerely appreciated her husband's allowing me to spend wonderfully erotic moments with his wife. Of course, he had the benefit of sometimes being able to extinguish the fires that I sometimes built within her, so perhaps that's why he permitted such indulgence. As I sat before the computer, I spoke into the mic. We chatted about my trip, about our mutual friend a bit, and then got down to business.
"Your sure this is okay with hubby?" I asked, not entirely sure that I wanted to hear the answer. If she said no, well, damn, would I do the stand up thing, or not? Not wanting to piss anyone off or create problems, I was willing to become a tourist for a day or so, but...
"Yes he's fine with it. I'm sooooo glad you're here baby."
"Make sure you show him some appreciation for this baby..." I said, a suggestive tone in my voice.
"Oh, he's been fully compensated already baby," she purred with a slight grin.
"Lucky man, " I returned.
"Oh, by this time tomorrow, baby, you'll be a very lucky man, I'd wager."
she said with a twinkle in her eye. I could barely breathe. Now to understand my infatuation, you must know that Kaye is a very different kind of beauty. She is a real woman, not one of these pasty, pencil thin namby pamby so called super models. I wouldn't give a second thought about one of them. To say she has an inner beauty, that comes from her heart, would be to lead one to think that she's just a girl with personality. She's not. She has the loveliest eyes, cute nose, fantastic mouth, and spunky short blonde hair. As far as the rest of her goes, I couldn't be happier. Her breasts drive me crazy. We're not talking Dolly Parton here, but her breasts are very sensual and full. She is curvy. But, unlike some men, I like curvy women. As for her equipment, she has the sweetest little bit of bush and a pussy that is tight and perfectly proportioned. Many is the early morning when we've shared delicious masturbatory sessions online, and the sight of her pleasuring herself has driven me to ejaculatory delights I had never imagined. Being able to hear me and my being able to see and hear her drives both of us crazy. But tomorrow would be for real. And my head was spinning.
"Oh baby, I wish I didn't have to wait until then..." I answered, my voice husky with desire.
"I know," she answered demurely," but its late and I want you rested for me..."
Those eyes again. My desire only grew looking at her.
"I know baby, I know... but you're so close, and for once, I've caught you at a good time of night... I really want you bad..."
Looking around to see that all were asleep, she smiled.
"No reason why we can't have some fun..." she teased.
Settling back in my chair, I moved the mic a little closer.
"Baby, tomorrow I'm going to repay you for all the times you have done this for me..."
She smiled as her hands began to play about her breasts, teasing her nipples through her silky nighty.
"You know I love to do it baby..." she said, "I love hearing you cum."
She began to undo her top. My erection was instantaneous.
"Oh yes baby, oh I want to see your breasts.
She smiled and pulled off her nighty in a smooth, sensual motion.
My breath sucked through my teeth with an audible hiss as I watched her tweak her lovely nubs.
"I'm taking off my clothes baby"... I told her, for no apparent reason, but she smiled.
"I can't wait to see you naked baby," she said, cupping her breasts, fondling them.
I grabbed some lotion and began stroking my straining cock.
"Ohhhhh baby, I'm stroking here watching you..."
Now, some people may find that a bit corny, but when you have a woman who is on cam
and you are on mic, you'd be surprised at how turned on they can become when they know that what they are doing is turning you on.
