Cyber Cam: Try Cold Water
Authors: NaiveEve and Houseketeer
It is such a burden….
but such a delight….
The throb, the subtle tingle, the warmth starting down low and coursing up and through the extremities.
But why here, and why now?
5:45pm – dull early evening light permeating the dull conference room.
Why? She knows the answer very well. 5:45pm. Approximately eight hours of a day with him. Approximately eight different scenarios about how he might…
'Cameron…'
She hopes he won't ask a question. She may not be able to answer. She thinks she will open her mouth and simply release a long, hot breath.
'Did you get the blood work?' he asks.
She is relieved. This doesn't require a verbal response.
Yes. Wanna fuck?
She nods once and presses two fingers on the paper, sliding it across the glass surface of the table towards him.
He watches her do this, eyes narrowed, brow dancing in contemplation.
She knows she is flushed – she feels her cheeks burning and his acknowledgment of this fact rouses her and embarrasses her all at once.
She bites the end of her pencil. She never does this. Her teeth sink easily into the soft wood, flecks of paint lodging in her molars.
She wants to snap it.
Her tongue dances over the rough, pitted end. Nothing obscene, her mouth is barely
open, but he notices nonetheless.
You like that, huh? she thinks, watching him watching her, that's nothing, I could show you…
'Good,' he says simply – seriously, eying the paper, pursing his lips and furrowing his brow.
She imagines him saying this word in a very different context: sprawled on her mattress, the sheets crumpled and bundled around his legs from their activities, his naked chest shrouded in sweat – both his and hers, calling out to her, breathlessly: 'Good… good… oh, that's so good Cameron!' as she gently kisses and licks the head of his erection.
Now she is watching the clock, counting each rotation of the second hand.
She is remembering her conversation with LoveDr.
25 cm not enough for you?
She smiles.
Her eyes dip and fix on House's fly. She has wondered about his cock – spent considerable bouts of her day simply contemplating its color, size, shape: length and width. She wants nothing more than to open his fly, slip her hand behind the teeth of his zip and touch him – just touch him.
Well, maybe a little more.
She wants him to share himself with her, to take her and fuck her with that glorious cock.
'Is that it then?' she says, bouncing her knee under the table and rapping her fingernails atop the surface.
Getting antsy.
He looks at her in his way – accusingly.
'Want an early mark Doctor Cameron? Hot date tonight?'
A small smile appears in the corner of her mouth, but she turns to hide it from him – retrieving her jacket from the back of the chair.
'You could say that,' she replies.
You could say that – I'm going home to chat with a guy I met on the net – he reminds me of you, so I'm going to fuck myself while I talk to him.
'Cripple or not,' he says, discarding the paper on the table, and tossing the marker back to its position on the ledge of the whiteboard, 'I bet I can beat you out the door.'
6:45pm
A quarter of an hour to burn. Regardless, she logs on as soon as she has thrown her keys on the side table and disposed of her bag on the sofa.
She dims the lights because she likes the bluish white glow of the screen to be exclusive. It's somewhat sleazy, like a neon sign in a red light district: Live Nude Girls – where the bulbs on every second letter have blown and the joint is too cheep to have them replaced.
She scans the crowd – her eyes moving over the letters more slowly than she would like – becoming snagged on the visually unharmonious shapes of some of the screen names. Nothing original.
MeOw
MrGQsmoov
plentyOpussy
thiIiIiIickmike
stIckyGrrl
h0tbl0nDDe
69katie696969
BIGboy11
She finds herself disappointed.
The doctor is not in the house, she thinks. So to speak.
Reluctantly, she treats herself to a shower.
She is pleased at having completed this task however, when she is rewarded by the delicious smell of her star-fruit and papaya body wash.
Wet hair slicked to her neck and shoulders, and plush yellow towel clasped to her chest, she sorts through her draws for something comfortable to wear.
Comfortable.
First thought is: track pants and a tank top – her outfit of choice for when she is completing his backlogged discharge summaries – a task which proved not to be as tedious as she had first imagined, for she has the privilege of reading his notes – his elegant handwriting.
By habit she rolls the first drawer out and is distracted by the sea of soft silk and lace.
The naughty drawer.
Her pinkie finger hooks through the strap of an item and she lifts it, regarding it with a smile.
A cream, satin negligee.
Her mother had bought if for her in Paris. She remembers blushing when she received this gift. It is not the sort of thing a mother would be expected to give her daughter.
It is the color of sex.
She drops her towel at her feet and views herself – naked, in the full length mirror.
She is already throbbing with anticipation.
She lets the negligee fall over her head, and the feel of it shifting against her skin is almost as good as the way she imagines his touch.
She returns to the lounge.
He has logged on.
A wide smile breaks across her face.
LoveDr25: you're late
She had told herself that she would hold off, but she sits back in the chair and her hand settles on the silk that collects between her thighs. She cannot wait to touch herself because even with this one line – he reminds her so much of House.
She replies with one hand.
webcam2356: 7:15. So are you.
LoveDr25: I never come too early
webcam2356: length, AND stamina. You're measuring up pretty well
LoveDr25: It's not the first time I've been told that
webcam2356: lol. Right
LoveDr25: waylaid?
webcam2356: well since you're offering…
LoveDr25: ah, she never skips a beat
webcam2356: lol
webcam2356: I was in the shower
LoveDr25: great! Setting the scene…
webcam2356: no really. My hair is still wet
LoveDr25: Ok. But I may be more inclined to believe you if you switch the webcam on
webcam2356: (giggles coyly)
LoveDr25: So that's a no?
webcam2356: Yes. No.
LoveDr25: You're a pricktease
webcam2356: only to a point
webcam2356: let me tell you what I did in the shower
LoveDr25: Please tell me you…
webcam2356: touched myself?
Immediately, she makes good on this declaration by lifting the satin slip and applying pressure to her clit. She sighs loudly in relief.
LoveDr25: yeah, you got the general gist
webcam2356: of course I did. You were late.
She waits for a response. The doctor seems delayed.
webcam2356: what are you doing?
LoveDr25: working with some stunning visuals
webcam2356: have you got your pants open?
LoveDr25: yeah
'Fuck!' she exclaims.
She closes her eyes and imagines House – seated at his desk in his office, with an open fly. She begins massaging her clit, making circular strokes and slipping lower on every second stroke to dampen her finger.
She is disappointed when her visual fantasy stops at a dead end – she is having difficulty seeing anything more.
She needs more fuel for her fire.
webcam2356: what are you doing to yourself?
LoveDr25: I think that's pretty obvious
webcam2356: well yeah, but you're missing the point
LoveDr25: I'm hard. Full size. I've got my cock in my hand and I'm thumbing the head.
She gasps out loud.
Now when she sees House, his cock is exposed, and he is making languid strokes down the long length of it as he glares at her.
She has to stop touching herself before her actions result in a premature end.
webcam2356: well you might find this a bit obvious but I'm wet
LoveDr25: Obvious, but good.
LoveDr25: very good
She touches her breast through the satin – her thumb finding her erect nipple, before leaving it to type again.
webcam2356: I'm wearing the cream negligee again
LoveDr25: did you put it on for me?
webcam2356: Yeah, and I wearing nothing else so that when you get here, all you have to do is lift the satin away, drop your pants and you can slip into me
At this comment and with a deep breath, she boldly slips a single finger into her swollen entrance.
LoveDr25: when I get there?
webcam2356: Realism. Work with me.
LoveDr25: when I arrive, I'm going to get on my knees, push the satin aside and lick you
'Oh my god,' she groans, and she has to remove her finger.
webcam2356: how?
LoveDr25: tell me how you like it
webcam2356: slow, flat tongue, lots of pressure
LoveDr25: one finger or two?
webcam2356: right now, I'm using two
She slips her two longest fingers inside.
LoveDr25: ah, getting ready for the real thinf?
webcam2356: thinf?
LoveDr25: thing. I'm typing with one hand here
webcam2356: lol
webcam2356: I'm more than ready
LoveDr25: how do you want me to fuck you?
webcam2356: from behind
LoveDr25: I'll take you over the back of the sofa
When she closes her eyes she can see House naked and hunched over her – his hips pounding relentlessly to her, an expression of determination glinting on his face.
She starts thrusting her fingers gently.
webcam2356: mmm good
webcam2356: you know why I like it this way?
She pauses her hand for a moment before forcing her fingers in deeper – bending them and finding the loveliest collection of nerve endings.
LoveDr25: G-spot
'Shit, he's good.'
webcam2356: mmmhmm, and if you bring your hand around the front, between my thighs, you can stroke my clit…
She has to withdraw her fingers again to enact this suggestion, and she is disappointed at this – she was only just getting started, but nonetheless she enjoys the benefits of abundant lubrication – her fingers are glistening, wet all the way past her knuckles.
LoveDr25: I bet you're tight
webcam2356: I bet you're good
Her fingers slide effortlessly over her clit.
LoveDr25: do you want me to ease in slowly, or just push in hard?
webcam2356: hard. I've been waiting for you to fuck me all night
LoveDr25: alright, I'll fuck you hard against the sofa
webcam2356: good, that's just the way I like it. Don't hold back, and don't be afraid to push HARDER.
She decides to give herself a moment. She needs better access, so she stands. She wastes no time forcing the fingers of one hand inside herself again, and stroking her clit with the fingers of her free hand while she imagines House fucking her hastily, recklessly. The speed of the thrust of her fingers matches the thrust of his hips in her imagination.
LoveDr25: are you going to say something clichéd like: I'm gonna cum?
She manages to respond to this message after a moment.
webcam2356: r u still stroking my clit?
LoveDr25: yes
webcam2356: Im gonna cum
Her hand moves from the keyboard, back to her clit, and with just two more thrusts of her fingers, she comes.
'House,' she breathes.
She trembles from the aftershock of her orgasm.
She dries her fingers on her negligee.
Her legs fold beneath her. She slumps back in the chair and looks at the screen.
No response from LoveDr. She is preparing to type 'did you just cum?' when he responds.
LoveDr25: are we going bare?
The prospect makes her tingle – heightening the sensitivity between her thighs. She feels herself dribbling on the seat.
webcam2356: yes
webcam2356: I love the feel of you. Bare.
webcam2356: will you cum inside me?
No response.
webcam2356: you just came all over your keyboard didn't you?
LoveDr25: no
LoveDr25: I came all over my jeans
The idea of House – coming over his jeans after masturbating to thoughts of her is a scenario she will store for future reference.
LoveDr25: thanks
webcam2356: pleasure
LoveDr25: I tell you what, it's a bitch to get out of denim
webcam2356: cum?
LoveDr25: that's the stuff
She laughs loudly to herself.
Again, she thinks, so like him.
webcam2356: lol, don't I know it
webcam2356: try cold water
LoveDr25: thanks. I never thought laundry tips could be so hot
webcam2356: welcome. I hope I can make you come over many different surfaces.
LoveDr25: me too
webcam2356: what are you doing tomorrow night at 7?
LoveDr25: you
webcam2356: Good. Don't be late.
LoveDr25: I'm sure you'll find some way to amuse yourself in the event that I am
And with that, he logs off. No final words. No farewell.