Morning Chat Time

I rolled over and smacked the alarm clock for the second time, willing it to please give me just ten more minutes. It’s going to be a hell of a day, and I do not want to go to work. Satisfied that the alarm would obey me, I snuggled back under the covers.

All too soon, that dratted buzzing started up again. With a heavy sigh, I turned off the alarm and just lay there. Maybe I could steal a few more minutes without the snooze, I thought. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, noticing that I had a message. Who would message me at this hour, I wondered?

It was the guy I have been chatting with. He sent a smiley face, and a kissy one, and a line that said “I miss talking to you.” Well, that certainly is a sweet thing to wake up to, I thought. I shot him back a smiley as well. A few seconds later he replied with “What are you doing up so early?”

“I’m too cold to get up, but it’s almost time to go to work,” I replied.

“I could come warm you up,” he sent back, with an evil grin.

“I would love that, but sadly, no time,” I told him. I was also a little wary of meeting him under such circumstances for the first time, but I did not say so. The first time I met him I wanted it to be in public, in a safe place.

His response was a bit slower.

“You could warm yourself up,” he said.

“I could…”

“I would love to see that,” he sent back. “Show me what you are wearing.”

Well, it’s still early enough that I am not quite awake, but I definitely knew what he wanted. I hit the camera button and took a picture of myself in my sleep wear—a button down cami and some shorts. I sent it before I could think too much about it.

He sent back a surprised face. “Is that all you’re wearing?”

“Yes.”

There was a short pause. “Will you take it off and show me your body?”

I unbuttoned the top part way, exposing the inner curve of my breasts, and took another pic.

“OMG,” he typed. “I am so turned on. Show me more.”

The sun was coming up by now, so the light in my bedroom was getting better. It also meant it was nearly time to quit stalling and get up for work. Still, I was having fun, and feeling a bit naughty by now, so I decided to oblige him. I set my phone down and opened the shades to gain more light, then lay back on the bed and took a couple more pics, revealing a little more each time until my breasts were nearly exposed.

It was at this point I realized the landscapers were outside doing the lawn, which meant I only had about an hour before I had to be at work. I decided to hurry things along, and took a short video of myself removing my top, my breasts completely bare. His response was immediate.

“I want to touch them,” he said. “I want to lick and fondle them for hours.”

The sexually charged banter began in earnest at that point, and eventually he asked if I would show him more. Feeling aroused myself, I slid my shorts partway down my thighs, sending him a pic of my hips, a teasing sliver of my peach panties visible above the waistband of the shorts.

He wanted to talk on camera, but the sound of the weed whacker or whatever tools they were mowing the grass with was entirely too loud, so I declined.

Still, the idea of being watched... used as a tool for arousal... was becoming attractive. I slid my hand inside my panties and took another pic, sending it to my new friend.

“Damn, you are hot,” he sent back.

By now I was fully awake and feeling pretty adventurous. I stripped naked and lay back on the bed, and turned the video chat on. Sure enough, his face came online, and he watched me with intense eyes as I moved my hands down my body until they rested just on top of my vulva. I could hear his breathing becoming more rapid, and I decided to let him watch me as I gave myself pleasure. I slipped my hand between my thighs, gently stroking the lips of my womanhood. I used my fingers to part them, then flicked my middle finger across my clitoris.

His eyes never left my body as I stroked and flicked, then massaged the tip of my clit. It was getting hard to hold the camera still, and I longed to put it down and finish. At least the lawnmower had stopped, so it was quiet in my bedroom. I reached on my nightstand and pulled out my favorite vibrator, the enormous 9 inch one with the clit stimulator. All the while, he watched me in silence.

I rubbed the head of the vibe across my pussy lips, getting it wet. Oh, how I loved the feel of it. Then slowly, I slid it inside me, a little at a time, and turned the power on. It filled my tight pussy, and the vibrations were incredible. I slid it in and out, ever so slowly, as he watched and began to stroke his cock. Fascinated, I watched him as he grew hard, the end of his cock damp. I began to fuck my pussy faster, the dildo filling me and stretching me. Faster I played, and faster he stroked, and when I came with a scream he shot his cum straight up in the air.

I took a moment to catch my breath...what an experience. We agreed to talk later, and I laid naked in my own juices, thinking about the next time...