proud, now reversing roles and holding up the bra. Casually, I pulled it from me and placed it on the bench.
My nipples came up hard, partly from being exposed to the air, and partly from the thoughts running through my mind. I held one of my breasts in my hand, and used my other hand to rub along where the seams of the bra had been. The nipple tightened further. I repeated the action on my other breast, and reached for my bottoms.
Pushing them down over my hips, I bent and slid them further, over my knees. Standing, I let go of them and let them fall to the floor, where I kicked them up onto the bench with a flick of my foot.
My mind was in a daze as I grabbed my towel and began drying off. The thought that Shane was watching me, or would be watching me, made me dizzy. Unfamiliar sensations shot through my body as I imagined him looking at my nudity.
I spent extra time drying my breasts, and the nipples were like hard diamonds, ready to cut glass. I patted the terrycloth on my mound, lifting one leg and resting it on the bench to give myself room, but more importantly giving Shane a better view of my pussy.
I didn’t want to be too obvious, so I never faced the camera directly. But I made sure he always had a clear oblique view, wanting to tease him. I rubbed the towel in circles, pretending to dry my pubic hair. Jolts of pleasure sparked through my clit.
Next, I dried my legs, bending over to reach below my knees. Again, I gave him a sexy angle on the proceedings.
Reaching into my swim bag, I pulled out a hairbrush and a bottle of lotion. I sat on the bench and began brushing my long hair, working out the tangles as I sat demurely with my legs closed. My breasts bounced slightly with each comb through my hair, and the nipples still strained hard.
When my hair was tangle-free, I put the brush down and picked up the lotion. Squirting a glob into my hand, I began rubbing it into my arms. Next, my breasts received a coating of the lotion, my hands working the scented cream into my soft skin. I allowed my fingers to linger at the sensitive nipples, even squeezing them gently as I pulled on them.
I wondered if Shane would enjoy that.
More lotion for my stomach, and then down to my legs, doing the tops of my thighs first. I coated my calves before moving back up to my inner thighs. I spread my legs, giving the camera an angled view again, and began rubbing the lotion in. As my hands reached higher, I spread wider, opening my pussy to the camera’s unblinking gaze. My fingertips ran through the junctures of my thighs, my hands framing my puffy pussy lips.
I was soaked with my own lubrication, and I felt its warmth inside of me. I couldn’t wait to get my fingers on my clit.
But I reached for the lotion bottle again, and squirted one last drop onto my fingertips. Reaching down, I began rubbing it lightly into my mound, right above the fur-lined slit. My fingers traveled in ever-increasing circles, smoothing the lotion into the skin, mixing it through my blonde pubic curls.
When it was gone, my fingers continued to move, and my eyes closed. I teased the top of my slit for a few seconds, then slid my finger into it, parting my outer lips and feeling the hot wetness inside.
I gasped, and hunched my hips up against my finger, putting my feet up on the bench to spread myself wider.
My outer lips were parted slightly, revealing the wet pink folds between. My finger slid down, through the slick valley, sending sparks of pleasure out from my core.
Using two fingers, I pressed them into my tight tunnel, feeling my cuntal flesh grasping at them, as if trying to pull me deeper inside.
As I fucked myself with my fingers, I thought of Shane watching me. The video was high-definition, and I wondered if he would zoom in to watch exactly what my fingers were doing. A small bubble of additional wetness burst inside, and my fingers picked up their pace.
I moaned softly as the pleasure flowed through me. My fingers were making wet sticky sounds as they slid in and out of my tight cunny. With all the excitement of the day, I knew I wasn’t going to last long, and my body prepared for the coming explosion.
An image of Shane fucking Beth came to my mind, and I watched his body move over hers, dominating her with his size as his cock invaded her tight vagina in a barrage of hard thrusts.
“Yesssss,” I moaned.
The image blinked, and suddenly it was me instead of Beth, lying beneath Shane as he mercilessly pounded my pussy with his fat cock.
“Uhhhhhh.”
A new image appeared. This one was of Shane, sitting at his office desk, watching me touching myself. His stiff cock was sticking straight up, and his hand was wrapped around it, stroking his long length. That was my erection. I had caused it, so it belonged to me. I could do anything I wanted to do with it. I could stroke it, or I could take it into my mouth until it blasted its load into the back of my throat. Or I could sit down on it, sliding my tight sheath over its thick hard girth, bouncing on it until it jetted its cum deep into me.
These last thoughts sent me over, and my fingers became a flurry as my orgasm burst like a Fourth of July firework — white hot and overwhelming. Ecstasy blotted out all other sensations and my body convulsed in erotic bliss as my fingers thrummed, and I cried out my passion in the small room.
After a moment, my body relaxed, and my legs closed, trapping my hand between them. After a minute to rest, I got up, feeling week from my exertions, and removed my robe from the hook, putting it on.
Taking a deep breath, I left the changing room and headed into the house. I was about to turn up the stairs when Shane’s office door opened and he came out. We stood face to face, our eyes wide.
He blinked and his surprise was replaced with a smile. “Hi Erica. My work took longer than I thought. Good night.”
“Good night, Shane.” I headed up to my room.
I lay in my bed, thinking. He had watched me. I knew it without a doubt. And he had to watch it live. He couldn’t even wait to see the recording in the morning. A mixture of fear and pride went through me. I stared at the ceiling, my mind a jumble of thoughts until I dropped off to sleep.
Chapter 6
When I went downstairs the next morning, I found a note from Shane on the refrigerator letting me know he had gone down to his warehouse and would be back around noon. The clock said it was nine, so I had plenty of time to check out his new videos.
I went into his office and logged onto the computer, got the external drive from the drawer and plugged it in. In seconds I was browsing the video directory.
I checked the pool section first. There was a new directory with yesterday’s date. In it were nine new files. I skipped down to the last one and opened it. My heart skipped a beat as I saw myself walk into the changing room. Jumping ahead, there I was, naked and drying myself with the towel. I clicked ahead again, and stared wide-eyed at myself sitting on the bench, with my legs spread wide as I finger-fucked my pussy.
I took a deep breath, attempting to control my emotions. Last night, when I had done this, I knew there was a good chance Shane would be watching. Now there was no doubt. He had seen me finger myself to orgasm.
I moved back up to the bedroom section, wondering if my intuition about Beth was correct. There was a new directory in there with yesterday’s date. I knew it!
Inside were two files, and I opened the first. The bed was empty for a moment, but then two bodies fell on it. Beth and Shane were in a lover’s clinch, and from their actions, it was obvious they were in a hurry. She undid his pants and pushed them down onto his thighs. She pulled her bathing suit bottom to the side and he moved between her legs, entering her completely with his first thrust. They fucked frantically as she made soft mewing sounds, obviously unable to be as loud as she wanted. It lasted less than ten minutes, with her coming first, writhing and grunting out her moans into his neck. He kept fucking, and a minute later he joined her in orgasmic bliss, arching his head back and groaning as his muscles knotted.
They lay together kissing and smiling for a couple more minutes before Beth got up, adjusted her swimsuit,
