Virgo’s desired damsel gives a surprise ‘window-cam’ private performance for him.

By Millsy. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 We

snogged on her doorstep again, and when she disappeared inside I ran

home, straight back up to the loft, and trained the telescope on her

bedroom window. Tonight she stood in front of the computer desk with the

bedroom light on, facing the window, and unbuttoned her blouse, peeling

it off her shoulders in one smooth shrug and allowing it to drop to the

floor behind her. She was standing there in jeans and her straining

white bra, and I unzipped my trousers and awkwardly pulled out my stiff

and aching cock as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

I

saw her big tits full frontal then for the first time, and I watched

rapt as her hands cupped them, thumbs stroking the still hard nipples in

exactly the way that I had wanted to touch her just moments before as

she closed her eyes and licked her lips. Did she know, I wondered, that I

was watching her? Was this a show? Had she twigged that the second loft

window, the one that I hadn't let her look through in the telescope

gave me an unobstructed view of her window? Or was she just doing what

she liked to do, touching herself up after she was turned on, whether by

the strangers on the internet or by what we had done tonight, and had

simply forgotten to close her blinds?

Did

it matter, I asked myself as my hard cock jerked again at the sight of

her unbuttoning her jeans, unzipping them, easing them down past her

hips, her panties inadvertently coming down her legs with them. The

triangle of her pubic mound stared me in the face, then disappeared as

she bent forward, eclipsed for several seconds by her hanging tits as

she stepped out of her jeans. I swallowed as she stood again, now

totally naked, and she threw her long black hair back over her head and

put one foot up on the foot of the bed. I watched her hand slide between

her legs and hug her crotch, watched it move up and down as she rubbed

herself, watched her pinching her teats with her other hand as she

closed her eyes and fantasized about fucking me. Did she know I was here

with my cock in my hand, wanking slowly? Did she know that we were

right at that moment doing exactly what she did with her internet

lovers, that I could see her the through the telescope the way that she

could see the webcam cocks that had gotten her off so often in the past?

Then

she turned and touched the keyboard of her PC, and the monitor sprang

to life. She sat down still naked at the desk and typed away. My laptop

burbled a warning of an incoming message.

"What are you doing,” called the screen.

"Thinking about you,” I replied.

"That's sweet,” She responded. "Are you busy tomorrow night?"

"Nothing planned,” I fired back.

"Come over at eight?"

"Love to. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course,” Rebecca replied.

"Can you send me a photo of you?"

She

lolled a reply, asking me if I'd forgotten what she looked like

already, then I watched her browse through a folder before forwarding me

a small 100k jpeg. When I opened it I saw a picture that she'd

obviously taken with her mobile by simply holding it out in front of her

and guessing. It was skewed and grainy, but the more I saw of her the

better looking she seemed to be getting.

"I like that one,” I thanked her.

"I

chose one of the better ones. I don't seem to be very photogenic, to be

honest. Then she warned; “Now, no jerking off over it. I know what you

boys are like."

In

a way I was shocked at the way she just blurted that out, but one thing

I was learning about Rebecca was that she had a very mischievous sense

of humor and wasn't afraid to use either innuendo or overt and frank

sexual language.

"Well

I'm completely flabbergasted at your tone,” I sent back. "As if I would

do something like that? Bloody good idea, by the way. See you on the

bus."

"Good

night,” Came back, then we both shut down our screens more or less

simultaneously. I watched her for a while longer as she sat naked at her

desk, exploring the drawer. After a moment out came a shocking pink

colored tube that it took me a few seconds to recognize as a vibrator.

She slipped it into her mouth and turned out the light."

"No,”

I silently screamed, denied the delicious sight of her spearing her

pussy with that sex toy, then my cum sprayed all over the floor,

catching me completely by surprise.

I

was late again for the bus, but this time when I boarded there was a

youngster sitting next to her. I put my bag on a seat that a friend had

kept for me, then I quickly moved back down the bus before the driver

pulled away from the bus stop. I leaned over the third former sitting

next to Rebecca and kissed her hard on the mouth for a full five seconds

before winking and returning to my seat before the driver yelled at me

again. I left her red faced, while some of the younger kids whooped and

laughed. I did it purely because I didn't want her to think that I was

keeping our relationship secret. I didn't care who knew I was seeing

her, though I had no way of knowing at the time that this act would see

me suspended from school in the lunch break.

"Morning,” I grinned at my mate Steve.

"What the fuck was that,” He asked. "You and Rebecca Lewis?"

"And why the fuck not,” I said, still grinning.

"What-the-fuckever, dude,” Steve shrugged. "Didn't think she was your type."

"What is my type?"

"Dunno, just thought you went for more skinny girls than her. Girls more like your size. You usually do when we're out."

"And where exactly has that gotten me in the last, oh, three years?"

"Hey,

I'm not judging, man. If that's how it is then you go for it and don't

listen to what anybody else says,” Steve went defensive.

Mark,

another friend, leaned across the aisle and said with a wink; "Ignore

him, he's just jealous. As he should be. He hasn't snogged a girl since

his great aunt Mildred on his twelfth birthday."

"Fuck you,” Steve gave him the finger as the rest of us laughed.

The

incident that triggered the suspension happened in lunch break when

another sixth former caught up with me while I was sat in the dining

hall by myself minding my own business with a paperback. I knew the guy,

he was lower sixth, fresh in, and a bit of an asshole. Bigger than me,

as were most people near my age, and uglier. Which is saying something,

believe me.

"Becky Lewis,” He asked.

"No, my name's Chris,” I deadpanned. "And it's none of your business.”

"No need to be a twat. I'm doing you a favor."

"Oh?"

"She's used. Been fucked before. I've had her,” He said, leaning in closer. "Just thought you should know."

"So?

What makes you think I give a shit,” I stood up, fists clenching at my

sides. People were watching now, heads turned by the beginnings of a

commotion. "It's still none of your fucking business, so piss off. Who's

being the twat now? Just because you say you had her first you have to

show off to everybody who she goes out with in the future? What a

fucking loser you are. What did she do, dump you because you were crap

between the sheets and now you're carrying a grudge? Grow the fuck up,

you pathetic jackass,” I didn't realise my voice was getting louder, but

I saw the punch coming a mile away when his right shoulder bulged. I

stepped inside and head butted him full in the face. Fuck it hurt. But

he was on the floor with blood streaming down his face from his nose

while a chorus of 'Oh's sounded throughout the hall.

"Don't

bother getting up,” I spat at him as I walked away. "I'll just put you

back down again. Count yourself lucky I don't fucking piss on you."

Needless

to say I was in the head teacher's office before lessons began and my

mother was picking me up in the car before two. "Don't worry about it,”

she said after I'd explained everything. They won't keep you out for

long. They know you are an easy four A-levels for their league table.

You'll be back in on Monday,” And that was it. I expected a huge bawling

out over ruining my chances of going to university, but all my father

did was laugh himself silly at the big purple and yellow bruise growing

on my forehead and making me look like one of Star Trek's Klingons.

At eight I turned up on Rebecca's doorstep and she was furious.

"So what the hell happened in school today?"

"That

jerk was dissing you, so I put him on the floor. No big deal,” I

shrugged as I stood out in the drizzle. "Are you going to let me in or

are we going out?"

"You

got suspended over me? Jesus, you're even dumber than I thought you

were,” She shook her head. "Get inside before I change my mind."

She closed the door behind me and led me into the lounge. "So what the hell happened between you and Clive?"

"Clive?

That's his name? He just came up to me and started bragging that he'd

slept with you. Then when I gave him a bit of verbal back he took a

swing at me, missed, and I Glasgow-kissed him on the nose with my head.

No big deal."

"It is a fucking big deal when you get yourself suspended. Jesus. Why the fuck didn't you just ignore him?"

"He

didn't look like he wanted to be ignored. Honestly, I think he still

fancies you and was trying to put me off by talking shit about you."

"And?"

"Well, I'm here aren't I?"

She

shook her head in disbelief. "He never slept with me,” She explained,

slumping down on the sofa. I sat opposite her in an armchair. "We just

fucked once, that's all."

That

was a bit of a hammer to the balls, I must admit. Obviously you can't

go through life thinking every girl you meet is going to be a virgin

when she falls into your arms, but I had always thought that my first

time would at least be with another virgin. "Look,” she carried on. "I

hope you don't think that I've been mummy's little angel all my life,

because I haven't. A couple of years ago I ended up getting mixed up in

the wrong crowd with a friend who dragged me along because I had money

for booze. We did a little drinking, got a little crazy, one thing led

to another and before I knew it was all over and I was walking home

crying all alone. It wasn't how I wanted my first time to be, it wasn't

how any girl would want her first time to be, but sometimes shit

happens."

"There's no need to explain. It's not important."

"Yes it is,” she interrupted.

"Not to me."

"Well,

it is to me. Look, I don't know how long we're going to last. We might

not even make it through the next hour, but I don't want there to be any

secrets, so that if some shithead like Clive starts telling tales

you'll at least know the truth from the bull, ok?"

"Fair enough,” I accepted, and leaned forward to listen to her.

"About

two years ago, after I'd moved up from lower band to upper band, I was

losing all my friends and had no new ones to replace them. Nobody wanted

to know me because all the clever girls assumed I was still thick. It's

why I've put on weight - I stopped going out altogether and spent

almost all my time studying and playing games on the web,” I almost

asked her what sort of games, but didn't think that this was the right

time for that. "I got lazy, and comfort ate. I'm working my way out of

it, but it's not easy. There was one girl that I used to bother with

when I visited my grandmother, and while my gran was looking after me

overnight when my parents went away for the weekend I went to a small

house party with this girl and some of her friends. There were about a

dozen of us - five girls, seven or eight boys, and there was booze. Some

of us got tipsy, some of us got drunk. Then my friend said it was time

to play dice and would I play. When I asked her how to play, she told

me.

"Each

of us took a number - one to six for boys, and one to six for girls.

Then there was a list of 'tasks' for the third roll of the dice. The

first roll and second roll paired a girl up with a boy, and the third

was for what they then did with each other. I said no at first, but when

they started playing I ended up watching and after a while the drink

sort of took over and I offered to be number five for the girls. The

tasks weren't all that big a deal, except for the six. Handjobs,

fingerfucks, blowjobs, all that kind of stuff. I gotta admit that I got

pretty turned on watching these impromptu couples making out. Anyway,

the dice rolled and sooner or later my number came up. Then the dice

rolled again and Clive's number came up. And the bastard groaned. I

always hated him for that, and that was when I weighed more than a stone

less than I do now. On the third roll came the six, and that's when

they all started chanting 'fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!'

"Like

I said, I was pretty blasted, and before I knew it I ended up on the

floor with my skirt pulled up over my waist and Clive just did me. It's

still all a blur in my mind. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't raped and I

don't have nightmares about it. I went into that dice game with eyes

wide open and fully aware of what the risks were and what might happen,

but that's the first and the last time that I've done anything with a

guy until you kissed me on Monday. The first time was painful, was over

in thirty seconds, and I'm not making that up, and afterward I just got

up and walked out, ashamed of myself. I haven't spoken to any of them

since. It was one of the most hateful, disappointing ways to lose your

virginity that you could possibly imagine, but what's done is done.

You're the first person I've told and I'd appreciate it if you didn't

spread it around, okay?"

 

"I

wouldn't do that. And I'm sorry. If I'd known the truth I'd have just

laughed at the little prick instead of flattening him. He was trying to

make himself out as some kind of stud,” Rebecca showed me a curled

little finger that signified what she thought of Clive's manhood, and we

both burst out laughing, Rebecca somewhat nervously with a moist look

in her eyes.

"Look,

I'm not going to lie to you,” I told her. "I don't know how long we're

going to last, either but I do find you very attractive. The more I look

at you the more I see that I find irresistibly alluring. I admit I'm a

virgin. I had a chance to lose it when I was fifteen, but there's no

point going there because that's just water under the bridge, a missed

opportunity more than anything else, and I'm not looking to lose it any

time soon, either. I'm just here to have fun, with you, doing whatever

you want to do, and if we get physical further on down the line then so

much the better. I'm not going to turn it down. Relax around me. I'm the

no pressure cool dude. Ask anyone, okay?"

She nodded. "Right then,” I said, changing the subject. "So what are we watching?"

It

was a Harry Potter film, and by the time it was halfway through I was

sat on the sofa while she lay on me with her head on my lap, her feet

dangling over the edge of the sofa. I played with her hair, caressed her

ear with my fingers, but most of the time I wasn't watching the film -

I'd seen the Prisoner of Azkaban before, and just watched her cleavage

moving up and down as she breathed. I knew she was dieting, but I hoped

she ended up keeping most of the flesh that I was struggling to keep my

hands off. They were big and round and I'm sure she knew that I could

barely take my eyes off them moving when she breathed. When the credits

rolled she turned her head in my lap and gazed up into my eyes.

I

bent over and kissed her on the lips, feeling her melt into me as her

arms folded around my neck. She was impatient, pushing her tongue into

my mouth before I'd fully parted my lips. I put my right hand on her

belly as she squirmed into a more comfortable position on my lap, and my

fingertips were just a few inches up from sliding between her parted

legs, where I had watched her own hand work just the night before, then

she twisted off my lap and got to her feet. I looked up at her as she

stood over me, then she hitched her black dress up to her knees and

straddled me, her knees sliding down my flanks, her hot crotch pressing

down against my hardening cock, just the thickness of her panties, my

jeans and a pair of boxers separating our sex organs. Her head dipped to

mine and we sucked on each other’s tongues again, and I could feel the

twin mounds of her breasts pressing down on me.

I

was unbelievably uncomfortable, my cock hard as a rock, trapped inside

my jeans, crushed beneath her insistently pressing weight. "You have no

idea what you are doing to me,” I breathed when we broke apart for air.

"I

can feel it. Don't be shy,” She whispered in my ear as she nipped at it

with her teeth. I wasn't sure what she meant, but I took a chance and

slipped my hands inside her blouse, running my fingers up and down the

bare skin of her back, from the base of her spine to the taut band of

her bra strap. She moaned into my ear as my fingers glided softly over

her spine, then her breath froze when I located the clasp and began to

work at it inexpertly. The moment I managed to release the plastic clasp

she began to gyrate her crotch against my bulging erection, and as the

bra went slack and my hands skated along her flanks to the underside of

her heavy tits she slid her tongue wetly inside my ear.

I

cupped her breasts in my hands, thumbs caressing the bullet like

nipples in precisely the manner that I had watched her do it, and her

lips and tongue quickly found mine and we hungrily began kissing while I

fondled her tits. "Oh God, that feels so nice,” She breathed when we

broke for air, and I felt the uncontrollable urge to take them in my

mouth. I eased her blouse up over her tits and used my hands to guide

one of them up to my lips. She gasped as I closed my mouth over the hard

bud and began to suck, my other hand still thumbing over the nipple of

her other breast. "Oh fuck,” She moaned, biting her lip as she leaned

back, giving me more room to work. I switched breasts, biting down on

the other nipple now and tweaking the soaking wet one that I had just

been nibbling on with my thumb and forefinger. Her hands closed around

my head, pulling me harder onto her tits, making me swallow more of her

teats, my tongue circling around the nipple as I jammed more and more

flesh into my mouth. I pulled away for breath and her face covered mine,

her tongue doing the work in my mouth as my hands pushed her breasts

together, the nipples nearly touching each other as I kneaded them.

"Nobody

has ever done that before,” She sighed as our lips released each other

again, and she buried her head against my chest, her hands reaching for

the buttons of my shirt, popping them open one by one before sliding her

own hands inside and caressing my chest. I eased myself back onto the

sofa and let her work, my shirt eventually fully unbuttoned as she

kissed my own small nipples tenderly, her hands massaging my belly and

my flanks absently while I played with her cascading black hair, feeling

it tickling me as her head moved on my chest.

Then

there was the sound of a car door slamming outside, and she

instinctively knew that her parents were back home. She slid off me and

tidied herself quickly, while I buttoned my shirt, then she threw

herself down onto the couch beside me moments before her parents came

into the room. Rebecca and I rose to our feet and I beat a hasty retreat

to the door, towing her behind me. She kissed me lightly on the mouth

as we parted. "MSN in five?"

"Sure,” I replied, then I pulled her to me, kissed her hard one more time, then walked home to my waiting telescope.

To

my great disappointment she was still fully dressed when the viewfinder

settled on her. The blinds were wide open, my view unobstructed, as she

sat in darkness, the glow of the monitor on her face and the keyboard

the only light in the room. I watched her for a few minutes, then my

laptop beeped it's message waiting tone. I ignored it for a moment,

teasing her, watching her impatience mount as she stared at the screen

waiting for a reply, then I opened her message.

"What cha doing?"

"Trying to figure out how to get this damn telescope to go low enough, that I can see you."

Her reply was lolled. "Not sure I like the thought of that,” came her next message.

"You love it,” I shot back.

"What makes you say that,” She pushed back.

"Instinct,” I replied. "Open your curtains."

"I don’t have curtains. I have Venetian blinds. And they are open."

"Fuck, wrong window,” I lied, grinning. "I've put a thick book under one leg of the tripod so it's pointing down your way."

She retorted with ROFLMAO, then; "Can you see me yet."

"I got you. Jesus, this is a fantastic view."

"What am I doing,” She asked, giving me the middle finger through the window.

"Being very abusive to someone you just let feel your tits up. Not nice."

I saw her laugh out loud in her room, then she turned her face to the window and waved.

"I'd wave back,” I messaged. "But you'd need a telescope to see."

"My God, you really can see me!"

"Not

enough of you, though. It's a bit of an odd angle from my house to

yours. I can see the foot of your bed and your desk, and you're turned

away from me when you are sat at the desk. I can see half of your back

and half of your side when you're typing."

"Fuckin' hell that's scary,” She sent.

"Close the blinds,” I advised.

"Nah, it's cool. I trust you."

Jeez,

if she ever found out that I'd been watching her cyber-fucking over the

web for the best part of two months I was history. Dead meat.

"Any regrets about tonight,” I asked.

"None,” came an almost instantaneous reply. "You?"

"Just one,” I typed. "I never got to see your lovely boobs."

"Boobs? You mean my titties, LOL" she replied.

"Yep, them things too."

She

turned to the window and did exactly what I suspected she would. She

lifted her blouse and flashed her tits at me for a half a second.

"Wow,” I typed. "I need some tissues."

I

saw her rock back in her chair as she laughed again, then she turned

back to the window and lifted her blouse for a few seconds, letting her

tits swing back and fore as she wiggled her shoulders.

"That's it,” I typed. "Now I need a fresh pair of jeans."

"Maybe you should have taken it out,” Rebecca sent, attaching a wink.

"You are so hot,” I told her. "Most people would freak out if they knew they were being watched. I know I would."

"I kinda like it."

"Does it turn you on?"

"It does,” She admitted.

"How much?"

"Very much."

"What's the wildest thing you would do, knowing that I'm watching but I can't do anything about it, can't stop you or nothing?"

"Jeez, Chris. I dunno."

"Just do it. Now."

I

watched her hesitate, alternately staring at the screen, then looking

at the window, knowing that somewhere out there she was being watched,

but could not see anything of who was watching her. This was just what I

thought turned her on, was exactly what she had been doing over the

internet all the time that I had been spying on her. I hoped like hell

she hadn't figured out that I had been watching her all this time and

was steering her into doing for me what she had been doing for total

strangers. I almost sent a message telling her to forget about it as I

watched the indecision of her body language, then she tapped away at her

keyboard for a second.

"Take

your woody out and stroke it,” She sent, then she turned to the window

and spread her legs. Her top came off, thrown onto the bed, and she

hitched up her skirt.

I quickly sent a message; "Lights on. All I can see is your silhouette as the glow of the screen is now behind you."

She

turned at the beeps, read the message, then switched on the lamp on her

bedside chest of drawers. It lit her up perfectly. Her skirt was up

around her waist, her white panties shining in the lamplight, and I

watched awestruck as she eased the gusset aside and showed me her pussy.

She reached between her legs and slowly squeezed the sides of her mound

together, and her crack duly opened into a glistening slit as she

leaked fluids onto her fingers. I held my silence, my engorged cock

thick and hard in my hand as I watched her fingers sliding up and down

the wet crack.

Suddenly

she stood, and for a second I thought she was going to turn off the

lights and close the blinds, but instead she simply eased her knickers

down her thighs and kicked them off. She settled back down in her

computer chair and leaned back, spreading her legs wide apart, and she

opened her labia with her fingers, showing me the hole that I hoped my

cock would very soon be reaming out. Then she pushed a single finger

inside that tiny hole and worked it in and out smoothly, in a delicate

sawing motion. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, her head

thrown back, tits upthrust as she slowly, deliberately finger fucked

herself.

I

swallowed dryly as I watched, my cum building up in my balls as my

stroking generated the desired biological effect, then I saw her

shudder, her thighs swinging closed, then open again as her finger slid

out. My cum exploded everywhere, streams of it shooting with

unprecedented force across the carpet and up the wall of the loft. When I

looked back into the telescope the light in her room had gone out and

she was sitting nude in front of the monitor once again.

A message flashed up on my screen. "Well?"

"Holy shit that was the hottest thing I have ever seen,” I texted back. "How was it for you?"

"Fantastic. Normally it takes a while for me to climax, but knowing you were watching me brought me off so fast."

"Are we going to do this again,” I asked.

"Wild horses couldn't stop me,” Rebecca fired back. "Your place or mine tomorrow?"

"Mine,” I responded. "Your room looks a bit of a mess."

She gave me the finger, grinned, and when she logged off her room was plunged into darkness.

I

was up early in the morning, watching Rebecca stumble out of bed and

dress. She paid no attention to the window, just acted like it wasn't

there, and I got a few seconds of tit for my troubles that set me up

nicely for the rest of the day, my first day of suspension. It dragged.

Daytime television sucked, and computer games only kept me busy for so

long. Later on I showered, shaved, and tidies my bedroom like it hadn't

been tidied in years. My cock books were hidden well, my dirty dvds

(bit-torrented off the internet), were tucked away where I doubted even I

would find them again. Air fresheners were strategically placed around

my room and in the loft around the telescope that had begun to smell a

little fausty with all the semen spilled up there recently, and I blew

some of my carefully hoarded cash on a bottle of white wine from the

local Spar and put it in to chill with a bottle of lemonade. It took a

while to find a dice, but eventually I stumbled across one in the junk

drawer and set it on top of my TV.

Just

in case of an emergency I put a pack of condoms in my bedside cabinet

and made a nice playlist of what I like to call 'fuck music' on the

laptop. Some Prince, some INXS, some Kate Bush, and Liz Phair. Some Hole

and some PJ Harvey. Girl-friendly seduction tunes. I wasn't expecting

to get laid, but I wasn't counting it out, either. When 8 o'clock came

and Rebecca knocked on the door everything was perfect. I took her up to

my room, poured her a glass of wine, topped it up with lemonade, and we

talked about my first missed school day in three years.

"You should be back in on Friday. Clive went to the headmaster and set things straight."

"Oh?"

"I

told him that if he didn't I'd tell anybody who listens that he's got a

tiny prick, can't keep it hard and blows his load in fifteen seconds."

I almost spat my wine over the walls. "Wow, I'd best not get on your bad side."

"Consider it a warning,” She quipped.

To be continued..

By Millsy for Literotica