Virtual Infatuation
You know that lump in your throat? When tears well up in your eyes, and memories flood your mind...
I remember those days as if it were yesterday. We were having fun on Skype, joking and teasing each other. You were in your old bathrobe, fresh out of the shower. You were telling me something animatedly, but I was only looking at your lips, dreaming of touching them, feeling your scent, your breath, kissing you. Your brown eyes looked straight into my soul, and I felt your desire.
Some might say that virtual long-distance love is nonsense, but I know my feelings for you were genuine. I remember how we felt each other's emotions and anticipated
thoughts. It was a wonderful autumn.It's hard for me to recall our conversations from back then because I wasn't really listening to you; my thoughts were far away and yet so close to you. I remember we were being silly, as usual. At that time, we were curious about each other's bodies, and you teased me about it. You decided to show me a "trick" that strippers use. Slowly, swaying a little, you began to slide your robe off your shoulders. We both knew there was nothing underneath, and my eyes were glued to the screen. You smiled slyly, said something, and continued to lower the robe. Just a couple more moves and your crotch would be exposed, but you did something I didn't expect. With a quick motion, you bared your entire body but left the robe THERE, and then quickly threw it back on and laughed. Quite the tease. But I wasn't about to be outdone and had already devised a plan for revenge...
I can't say for sure if it was that day or the next. I think it was the next day. You loved telling me how others complimented your sexy butt in your favorite jeans. That day, I saw for myself that you looked incredibly hot and tempting in them. The gray sweater hugged your muscles and torso, the jeans fit perfectly, accentuating your butt. Others might deny it, but I know girls look at men's butts just as much as men look at women's breasts. And damn, you were gorgeous!
Later, you took me to your favorite island in the game. You told me about an unusual hostess (and that's not a typo), showed me secluded spots, and brought me to an abandoned theater. We were alone there. You were very tired and wanted to sleep, but I had missed you so much I couldn't just let you go...
Your virtual flirting was a bit sluggish, and I couldn't get that emotional charge, that feeling of merging in a single emotional surge, which left me upset and still aroused. Thoughts flashed through my mind like sparks. I dragged you back to Skype, even though you wanted to sleep.
We were sitting on video chat again, talking, and my mind was torn apart by desire and ideas. I knew you were tired, that I was thinking foolish thoughts and could ruin our relationship, but I couldn't control myself.
I was wearing short denim shorts and a top; the firm bra perfectly accentuated my youthful breasts, and below... everything was smooth and wet. Dissatisfaction, arousal, and playfulness took over me, and I began my seduction. While talking, I often showed you my breasts, pulled my top to expose them more, squeezed my arms to make my breasts look bigger, and so on. You smiled, got embarrassed, said it was time to log off, but you kept looking at me. In that gaze, I read a "green light" and pressed on. Reminding you of your robe-teasing, I knelt in front of the camera and playfully began to unbutton my shorts. It was wildly embarrassing, but I so wanted to be yours! The fly was already undone, and amidst your flustered remarks, I slid the shorts down my hips, carefully lay on my side, and pulled them off my legs. Then, I sat in front of the laptop camera so you could see both my panties and my breasts, and I erotically pulled off my top.
You licked your lips and looked at my slender body with greedy interest. Even though you had already seen my bare breasts, the situation was completely different now compared to the couple of seconds of my earlier teasing. You started to feel awkward and suggested balancing things out a bit by taking off your sweater. Mmm, your body was beautiful. That gesture only excited me more, and I unclasped my bra. It quickly flew to the side. I was kneeling in front of the camera again, but now I was taking off my panties. How nervous I was then! If you had been next to me, not on the other side of the screen, I would have burned with shame for my boldness and wantonness! But you were far away, couldn't touch me, and I couldn't feel you. There was only the screen where we saw each other.
You watched intently as I took them off, your eyes burning with insatiable desire. But you weren't in a hurry to undress yourself. I think you were more embarrassed than I was then because I had more intoxicating hormones coursing through me.
Now I'm lying on my back, slightly turned to the side, facing the camera, and gently caressing myself, enjoying your gaze. And you're standing in front of the camera, with your fly undone, stroking your swollen cock with your hand inside your underwear, turning it away, as if afraid that seeing it would make me stop everything. But I so wanted to look at it... I knew I wasn't the only one masturbating during our virtual flirting in the game, and I wanted to see you completely, to see it to get genuine confirmation of your feelings for me. But you kept teasing me and hiding it under your hand.
At some point, I got so carried away with our game that, taking my "toy" and turning my butt towards you, I inserted it into myself and began fucking my pussy with it right before your eyes. You were whispering something passionate to me, stumbling over your words, breathing heavily, and I was moaning softly into the microphone, imagining it was you. Turning a little to see the screen, I finally caught sight of your cock. You were passionately jerking off to me, admiring how the "toy" entered my wet pussy, imagining yourself inside me. My heart skipped a beat and I came, and a couple of seconds later I heard a whisper, "I'm done."
When I lay back down in the previous position, half on my side, I saw you wiping thick drops of cum from your cock, massaging it, and, embarrassed, showing it to me. And I tried to memorize you and that moment in as much detail as possible. Something inside me said it would never happen again...
Remembering this now, I don't regret acting that way. Those were wonderful days of my virtual infatuation, and to this day, I keep an ember of my broken heart deep inside. And I will never tell him that I loved him during those autumn days...