Webcam Diaries

This first encounter was refreshingly simple. An exchange of names. Calling himself Blake felt empowering. Catalina suited her perfectly. She asked if he thought she was overdressed. He said she looked beautiful. He was like no other client, she thought. He could have any woman. Right now, all he thought about was her. She filled a void that had become a chasm. In just 30 minutes she had lifted his spirit and gently cradled his soul.

The next date was set. Something deep inside her stirred. What would she wear to please him? Each night he closed his eyes and pictured her. Her femininity washing over him like a cool breeze. His vulnerability represented immense strength to her. Her presence was all he desired as he slept.

She was surprised at herself to be in such anticipation for her next meeting with him. How he interrupted her daily reality by constantly popping into her mind unexpectedly, uninvited, but there he was, over and over. “What is it about this guy?” she thought to herself out loud as she browsed the frozen pizza aisle in the supermarket. She had encountered memorable men, even women, through her webcam experiences. Some she even became quite infatuated with for a brief time. But this was different. He penetrated her being like no one ever has and this confused her. However, more than it confused her, it brought her great pleasure. Finally, for the first time in a long time, she had something to look forward to. She had Blake to look forward to.

Catalina’s was excited to see Blake’s text, "Wednesday, 5pm for 1 hour". Why did she feel like a silly teenager? She passed it off as feeling hormonal. But still, why with Blake, what was happening? Blake wandered around in a daze most of Wednesday. He almost slipped in the shower. He spilled his cereal and came close to pouring coffee down his crisp white shirt. He checked his internet connection strength, tidied the backdrop to his webcam and closed the blinds. At one point he felt himself get aroused at the thought of what she would wear. He fantasized, fishnet bodice? Or maybe a schoolgirl outfit? He avoided more accidents by reading a book but could not concentrate. His mind was racing. Everything felt so wrong, for all the right reasons.

All Catalina could think of was being on show for him, commanding the scene while quietly quivering with excitement! Who was he? What made him tick? How would he kiss her! She snapped out of her fantasy, he was a client, click and pay. She had some serious talking to do with herself.

It was ridiculous. For the last hour and a half, Blake was checking the time approximately every four minutes. It’s as if time wasn’t real and the numbers on his digital clock could read “5:00” at any moment. There was no logic to it and he sure as hell didn’t want to miss it. Catalina also couldn’t stop thinking about 5:00 all day but by the time it was 4:47 it was too much for her to handle.

“Why am I so nervous???”, she thought to herself. “I can’t let this attraction affect my performance, my skill and professionalism that I’ve built over the last years. I need a quick remedy.”

She walked over to that beautiful oak and silver bar she had purchased after the first time she broke six figures with her pleasure business. It was an object of luxury and pleasure she gifted to herself because she could. It was beautiful. Inside the two oak cupboard doors lay the most delicious, exquisite elixirs of the mind body you could ever imagine. She reached for the Don Julio Reposado and poured herself a little more than just a shot. She sipped on it calmly, enjoying the richness of this nectar and then unwillingly glanced at the clock. 4:53. "Shit!" She gulped the rest of Don down in one swallow and went into her webcam room. She fixed her hair a bit, reapplied her lipstick, sat down on her spot, took a deep breath, and another one, then hit “click”.

It was 4:57. To her surprise Blake was already there, waiting for her. The moment the webcam opened its curtain, revealing themselves to each other, they each experienced the same thing. An impossible thing to explain. If you tried, you might say an explosion. The heart stopping. Time expanding into forever. Fireworks? Beauty being the only truth/ reality? All of this? None of it?

“Hi.” she says.

“Hello.” he says.

“I like your shirt.” she says.

“I love your uniform.” he says. A sense of relief washed over her.

“He loves my uniform”, she whispered imperceptibly.

She had deliberated so long on what to wear. Something slutty, something sexy, something shear? The uniform made her feel young again, an innocence remembered, excitement, intrigue. “That’s it!” she thought, “Blake transports me back in time. He makes me feel young again.”

Blake was all smiles, soaking up her sweetness and beauty. Pure joy flooded his brain, like amyl nitrate arresting him, heart thumping, mouth slightly open, smiling. Catalina smiled back. She had not felt this happy in a long time. Her stubby tie, unbuttoned blouse, and gray pleated short skirt had won him over.

"Will he like my white socks too?” she wondered.

She lifted her knees, keeping them together so as not to flash her navy blue panties and presented her feet like a gift. Blake’s eyes almost popped out of his skull! This perfect reveal teased his imagination to arousal.

“You like?” she asked. Red-faced and stumbling to find his words he replied, “Sorry, um...can you?”

Catalina giggled quietly and said, “Do you like my white socks?”

Blake was still lost for words and now feared he’d ‘flood’. Gathering his thoughts and focusing on each word he replied, “I feel like I’ve been woken up and everything is perfect.”

Catalina smiled, turning to the side to reveal her soft thighs, looking Blake directly in both eyes. And then he said something that she will never forget...

“I would count every kiss I place on your body and not stop until I reached 10000.”

She gasped, held her breath, imagined, blushed, smiled and let out her breath with a positive "OH YES!"

“Oh yes?” Blake asked.

“How about I touch my body with my finger everywhere I want a kiss and as I do this, you count the kisses?” Catalina offered.

“Ok.” is all Blake could manage to utter. This felt incredibly exciting and instantly aroused him.

“Are you ready? Here we go..." she placed her right fore finger on her left cheek.

“One”, he says.

Finger on her nose.

“Two”

Finger on her right cheek.

“Three”

Finger on her lips, which were slightly parted.

“Four” he says slightly more excited now.

She keeps her finger on her lips.

“Five...six...seven...”

As Blake continues to slowly count, Catalina inserts her finger gently, deeper into her mouth. She begins to suck here finger, moving it rhythmically in and out of her mouth, as she looks at Blake right in the eyes, her red glossy lips seemingly getting wetter and wetter. Blake remained focused on her as he continued to count. Every now and then, a whispery moan escaped from his mouth as he said a number out loud. Catalina was becoming more and more aroused. She continued looking into his eyes, as she licked and sucked her finger, imagining she was licking and sucking every delicious detail of his cock. She wondered if her wetness was showing through her panties.

Blake was intoxicated by Catalina’s dewy gaze. As each number passed over his lips, he spiraled deeper.

“Eleven… twelve…thirteen”

Catalina’s hand moved down to her chin and then to the right side of her neck, her head gently leaning to the left, exposing her neck and shoulder. Sometime during this, her eyes gently closed as she continued to punctuate each moment, her finger barely leaving her flesh as it inched along. By now Blake’s sheer pleasure was aching in his pants, rock hard, throbbing and begging to be released. And then it happened, whether by instinct or simply captured by his peripheral vision, he saw how deliciously soaked Catalina’s panties had become.

What seemed like a long time but was probably only a few seconds, was enough time for Catalina to slide her hand inside her blouse. Those delicate fingertip touches flowed into a passionate caress as her hand moved self lovingly up and down her breast, her nipple visibly being plucked between her forefinger and thumb with each pass. Blake’s hand gripped his cock as if to steady it, squeezing it hard forcing it to pay attention.

Catalina took the deepest breath in… and on exhale exclaimed, “Fuck me, Baby.”

Blake’s heart missed several beats. He let the wave rush through him and at the crest of it, the words-

“How would you like me to fuck you?” came out of his mouth in the deepest, surest, soothing manner, as if the ocean itself was speaking.

“With your mouth.” Catalina said, surprising herself with the automatic and confident nature of her reply.

“Show me with your finger where you want me to fuck you with my mouth.” Blake demanded.

Catalina playfully let her finger sway upon her body, pausing seductively on certain areas, her nipples, her belly button, her upper right thigh, upper left thigh, inner left thigh...closer...closer... As she enjoyed her little dance, Blake continued to count in his warm deep enveloping voice. His body swirled with delight as he traced her body through her finger tip. When she stopped there, so close, so wet, she could barely contain herself.

He released his cock and allowed it to watch and dance with her, all the while stroking it steadily with his hand assuring it in how well it was behaving.

“Slide your finger inside, Catalina, as you feel my hot breath on your wet pussy. Feel me there so close, wanting to taste you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in this life.” he said to her.

Catalina slowly slid her middle finger inside her and let out a hot whispery moan that seemed to echo in Blake’s body.

“Feel my tongue on you. On your moist, fleshy, pulsing lips as it takes its time finding its way to your beautiful clitoris.” he said proudly in his warm, enveloping, deep, sexy voice.

Catalina’s breathy moans grew louder as she began grinding her hips to the rhythm of his voice, which also guided the rhythm of her finger. Even though Blake’s cock was aching for the kind of release that would hijack his entire body, that would crash and burn so quickly, he maintained his gaze. His hand gripping tightly, as if to hold the beast at bay. This was a battle of wills he had so often lost, but not now, not for Catalina. As he watched intently, Catalina placed two fingers inside her juicy wetness and slowly withdrew them, parting her precious glossy petals for Blake to peek inside.

“Come closer”, she whimpered as short breaths whispered across her lips.

Blake moved within inches of his monitor, his eyes glued to her unique and powerful femininity. Her hand slid down and covered Blake’s view as she inserted her slippery forefinger tip into her ass, jolting forward as shockwave after shockwave of pleasure hit every chakra on the way to her skull. Blake could only imagine what was happening, and then she interrupted his thoughts with these welcoming words-

“Stand up and let me see your glorious cock, Blake. I want to see it close enough to kiss, close enough taste your pre-cum, close enough to…”

Immediately, without thinking, Blake stood proudly, eased his jeans over his hips and heard the words-

“Mmm. I love it. So much.” echo through the speakers.

Regripping his throbbing cock, tight to the base, he squeezed and presented its bulging engorged head for Catalina to inspect.

“Play for me baby.” Catalina requested. “ I want to see you pleasure yourself so I can do it just how you like it one day.”

Blake’s head was fuzzy and his legs weak. But dutifully he started to work his shaft up and down, the words, “YES” spilling from Catalina’s lips with every complete cycle.

“I’m imagining you inside of me Blake.” she shared coyly.

“I can feel you now.” he replied.

“Yes. Feel me Blake. Feel me as I feel you. Your throbbing cock sliding inside me... back and forth... slowly and gently...”

For an infinity of time, they fucked each other, so relaxed, so tense, so connected. All that was heard was their heavy breathing and moans of different tones escaping randomly from deep within them. He stroked himself as she fingered herself, never losing eye contact with each other, except when their eyes closed automatically experiencing the almost unbearable ecstasy. Their bodies quivering and moving according to their inner rhythms, which happened to match the rhythms of their dance together. They flowed and grinded together. Never had it been so easy to let go, to let whatever was happening happen...without limits, without expectations. To allow the pleasure to flow through them without either one of them taking ownership of it. They both got lost in it. Flowing, falling, expanding, exploding...

Suddenly, Catalina sat up determined, almost as if she was suddenly possessed. She got close to the camera, looked him straight in the eyes and said,

“I want you to fuck me in the ass, Blake.”

Blake closed his eyes, tightened his already firm grip, and imagined looking down at his shaft sliding in and out as it purposefully penetrated Catalina, deeper with every thrust. Her face buried into the pillow, muffling the cries of pleasure-pain. With both hands on her buttocks, he rode her beautiful peachy cream ass with the determination of an artist, each stroke painting a picture on a canvas he would never forget. Catalina’s pretty red silk dress held in place by his thumbs, his senses not wanting to miss any of this glorious moment. He could feel her tighten her muscles around his cock on every withdrawal as if to keep him captured in her most secretive palace of pleasures, each time plummeting deeper, cries intimately connected to her moans of sheer joy.

Each withdrawal became a full spectrum of tingles and glorious aches to the very ridge of his throbbing tip. Catalina moved her right arm from above her head and swiftly began to work her clit, she knew he must be close soon, and if true perfection was what she desired in this heated moment, she was determined to flood her swollen pussy with sweet juices, ready to meld with his creamy cum that was about to drip deliciously from his balls and cock.

And then, as if ordained, Blake let out a primal moan from the very depths of his soul, dug his nails deep into her fleshy pink buttocks, and thrust every last breath within his body until release, ending deeper than ever before, moving Catalina so far up the bed that she was now buckling against the wall, shaking with pleasure as wave after wave of sheer bliss crashed against her shore.

Blake opened his eyes, cum artfully spread across his keypad and monitor.

Catalina’s eyes glued to the spot, she murmured, “Oh My! How wonderfully delicious you are Blake!”

Then she looked to the side as if distracted, her mind fully focused on what it would really feel like to have Blake deep inside her, connected beautifully, as one, in a dream.

"I'll see you next Wednesday?" Blake asked breaking her out of her reverie.

"Of course. But before you go, let's just stay here a little while longer. Together. Like this." she responded dreamily.

"Of course, Baby. Of course." he replied as the happiest smile in the world spread across his face.