by Amore, C. C.
I smiled. I’d told him about my body type, but I hadn’t considered that he’d like it that much… After daydreaming way too long about what he’d look like, I tore open the plastic box and found two pieces of black lace lingerie in it: a burlesque bra and briefs which both had a red truffle trim. I also found matching garters in the box.
“They are so my style!” I said loudly, before covering my mouth with my hand. I would have to remember to keep my noise level down in case things got heated. I wouldn’t want my brother barging in and finding me like this.
I stood up from the floor, stuck out my butt and pulled up my new favorite briefs. The soft lacing of the briefs almost made me want to hug them instead, but having them against the smooth skin of my legs felt intoxicating.
When the fresh fabric touched my virgin nether lips, my eyes closed as I thought about him. He knew me so well! And they were the right size!
I embraced my perky tits and squeezed my nipples.
“Ah…”
Not yet! I put on the garters and bra before I got my laptop from my desk. But should I be wearing just these? We’d never seen each other, and I was already showing him my body?
He’d asked me to check out his package just before we would talk, so he had to have that in mind. Thinking he’d pick the underwear just for me filled me with confidence. I’d do it! No more Miss Shy. I’d be myself for him!
I walked inside the closet and closed the doors behind me. The white screen of my laptop lighted the darkness inside the closet as the laptop booted up. I knew him well enough that he’d almost certainly be waiting already. He had to be.
It didn’t take long for me to be ready and the website asked for my login information, but was I missing something? There had to be something missing. This felt wrong somehow.
I logged in and the small light next to webcam on my laptop powered on. I saw my image on the broadcaster window as it hit me.
“I had my webcam on already!”
I slammed the laptop close as my mind screamed! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I went back to my luggage and searched for the black masquerade mask I’d bought just for this occasion. How could I have forgotten this? I wanted to be confident, but I had agonized for a long time over whether I’d be brave enough to show myself to him. For some reason that small piece of mask made me feel confident and it would somehow protect my self confidence even if he wouldn’t end up liking me.
I put the mask on and opened the laptop. My webcam broadcasted on the site and I saw the image from the webcam: my mask covered face was dimly lit, but everything else disappeared in the darkness of the closet. I made sure my hair looked presentable and disabled the webcam.
You are the only person in the chat room. Your webcam is not currently broadcasting.
Ah, that’s a relief! I wasn’t ready to show my face right away and I needed to have our normal conversation first. Talking to him always eased my mind.
I put the room to private so there would be no fear of outsiders stumbling into our chat. He would know the password and no one else would bother us.
Tats’n’cars has joined your private room.
Just the man I’d been waiting for…
Chapter 4
Flexy Curves: Hi ;)
Tats’n’cars: Well, good evening to you ;) I hope your little break from me was worth it
Flexy Curves: You can’t believe how much I’ve missed you!
Tats’n’cars: Yeah, right ;) It just happens I had business for the last few days as well. I guess both of us had to go without our usual then…
Flexy Curves: I’ve had quite the day today! You have no idea how good it feels to talk to someone normal.
Tats’n’cars: Mine wasn’t that good either, but let’s not talk about that. Did you open the package like I told you? ;)
Just seeing him talking to me made me forget about the worries I had had. He’d like me the way I am or not. Either way, it would be now or never.
I aimed the webcam to only show my face.
Flexy Curves is now broadcasting.
Tats’n’cars: OMG! I wasn’t expecting that!
My heart pounded in my chest and I felt lightheaded. I guess this would be over now.
Flexy Curves: Is it bad? :((
Tats’n’cars: NO! NO! The opposite ;) It’s just. You take my breath away, and I haven’t even seen your whole face yet.
A wave of relief came over me and I had to hold my chest to stop my heart from exploding inside me. But he had only seen my face and not my body…
Tats’n’cars: Those bra straps look familiar, but I can’t see for sure if they are the one I sent you or not…
Flexy Curves: I love these! How did you know my size??? And showing only the straps is part of the plan ;)
Tats’n’cars: Let’s just say I have an eye for these things ;)
Flexy Curves: Why am I not surprised? LOL
Tats’n’cars: How about you spin around for me? I can’t see if they are as perfect on you as I’d imagined unless you show them off…
Flexy Curves: I thought we were supposed to keep it completely platonic until we’d actually met? ;)
Tats’n’cars: I don’t remember agreeing to that. Do you remember it? There’s no way you can remember that, so you can’t argue that ;)
Flexy Curves: But I’m not sure if I’m up for it. We’ve spoken about this before… you know how I feel about my body…
Tats’n’cars: I do remember the conversations we’ve had, but confidence is the key. Remember?
Flexy Curves: I guess, but still!
Tats’n’cars: There’s only one way to find out, you know? Either way, it’s up to you.
Every rejection I’d had in my life until this moment went through my mind. All the countless hours I’d spent looking for clothes that fit my body type and thinking finding clothes that fit me would have finally made men approach me, but they hadn’t. It had been the same way with everything I tried. A new hairstyle would surely work? It didn’t. Trying a completely new style? No luck.
I fidgeted with the edge of my laptop and my palms were beginning to sweat. Would he stop speaking to me if I didn’t show myself to him? Or would he understand?
The conversations we’d had told me he wouldn’t stop talking to me, but I might lose my chance of ever meeting him if I postponed him seeing my body.
I stood up and turned around. My whole body trembled from having a complete stranger looking at my almost naked body with all its curves. I covered my wide hips with my hands, which must have made me look the most awkward person in underwear in the history of the world. I heard the quiet peeping of the laptop indicating that he was sending me messages. He could have left already, but he didn’t, which could only mean that he liked what he saw... or that was what I tried to keep telling myself anyway. No matter how hard I tried to look natural, my hands were glued to my hips so he wouldn’t see them.
My anxiousness got the better of me, and I sat down after I’d shown him as much as I was comfortable with.
Tats’n’cars: Holy shit! I’m speechless
Tats’n’cars: C’mon, a little more? Please?
Tats’n’cars: You can’t just tease me like that!
My heart burst when I read his messages. The most overwhelming sensation of warm blood rushing through from my extremities to my stomach.
Flexy Curves: Of course I can ;) What about you? I thought we had a deal??
Tats’n’cars: I wanted you to ask for it ;)
Tats’n’cars is now broadcasting.
His camera showed him lounging on a chair. I could make out his muscular legs and a tight row of abs. He didn’t have any clothes on except some tight boxers that had a visible bulge. Without noticing it at first, I was licking my lips.
Flexy Curves: That’s what I like ;) But what’s that bulge
Tats’n’cars: Oh, it’s nothing…
Flexy Curves: BUT IT’S SOMETHING! A sneak peek?
I’d never behaved th
is way before and the words came out of my brain unfiltered. I didn’t speak to men like this. Heck, I’d never had the chance to, but still finding myself talking dirty to him caught me by surprise.
Tats’n’cars: Ok, just this one time ;)
He pushed his boxers down a bit, exposing first a groomed bush before the reason behind the large bulge started to become visible inch by inch. The thick shaft of his cock seemed to be larger than my wrist and seemed to go on forever.
Flexy Curves: Holy shit it’s huuuuge!
Flexy Curves: !!!!
All of a sudden, he stopped pulling his boxers down.
Flexy Curves: It’s not fair!
Tats’n’cars: Didn’t you just do the same thing to me? ;) You did, didn’t you!
Feeling the rush of being wanted by this handsome stranger, all of the constrains I’d had previously, disappeared.
Flexy Curves: I think the time is right to fix that…
I adjusted the camera to show my lower body as I sat on the floor with my legs crossed.
Tats’n’cars is writing…
Tats’n’cars: What are you planning…
I brought the camera closer to my crotch, which made the small moist spot in front of my passage visible.
Tats’n’cars: You’ve been naughty, haven’t you??
Tats’n’cars: Or was it what you saw? ;)
Tats’n’cars: I bet it was what you saw…
Flexy Curves: It might be… but you can’t prove anything ;)
Tats’n’cars: What would it take for you to move those briefs aside?
My stomach tingled from the excitement. No one had ever seen me in my underwear before, let alone naked. But yet, I couldn’t stop. The adrenaline and passion rushing through me because someone liked me for what I was for the first time in my life had made me do things I wouldn’t have done before, and something made me go further. I couldn’t stop. I wanted to feel more of whatever it was that filled my hear with joy when I spoke to him.
Flexy Curves: Is that missing ‘A pretty please’? ;)
Tats’n’cars: Pretty please!
Flexy Curves: Are you promising to show yours afterward…
Tats’n’cars: Of course ;)
I moved my finger along the brief line between my legs, pulling it as I traced its edges.
Tats’n’cars: ARGH no more teasinG!!!
I put my other hand on top of my mound and pressed down. My legs shivered as I hit my pearl from on top of the fabric.
“Ah,” I moaned. My eyelids closed down the longer I explored the sensation of my finger on my nub. I thought about what he would feel like on my body, his muscular body pressing against mine. Feeling his bulge between my ass cheeks. The more I circled my finger on top of it, the more I wanted to remove the fabric that restricted the pleasure. I had to remove it!
I pulled my panties to the side and exposed my shaved privates for him. I rubbed around my pearl, causing the fire inside me burn hotter. Each pass along its edges made my toes clutch on the carpeting of the closet floor. Before I realized it, one of my fingers was about to enter my virgin passage when I heard the beep of a new message.
Tats’n’cars: that looks tight!
I smiled at the camera.
Flexy Curves: of course it’s tight. No one’s ever been there ;) lol
Tats’n’cars: really? I wouldn’t have guessed that. Such a pretty girl and all ;)
Flexy Curves: I’ve just been saving myself for the right man ;) But what about you? Where’s the rest of the bulge!
Tats’n’cars: Would you like to see mine now?
My finger brushed between my lips and teeth, and I bit it.
Flexy Curves: how could I say no ;)
He scooched down on his chair, pulled down his boxers and teased me by taking his time removing them. I couldn’t comprehend how low he seemed to be pulling his boxers without his cock springing into freedom. Just as I thought I’d finally get to see his thick dick, he stopped.
Flexy Curves: why???
Flexy Curves: dont stop there!
Tats’n’cars: say please ;)
Flexy Curves: pretty please! pretty please with a rainbow and flowers and and and!!!
Flexy Curves: if you show it, I’ll show you how flexible I really am ;) you won’t be disappointed
Tats’n’cars: Flexible you say? I always wondered where your nickname came from…but I’ll take that as a promise ;)
He stood up from the chair and framed his rock solid abs and crotch in the center of the webcam. He pulled down his boxers, a long, long way down before his thick cock sprung up, freed from it’s cage. It widened to a large mushroom head and he slapped it against his palm. I imagined the sound it would make if he were to slap it against my curvy ass…
Flexy Curves: oh my!
Flexy Curves: god… will it…even fit anywhere?
Tats’n’cars: it’ll take some foreplay, but once you see it live, you can’t not have it inside you ;)
My hand had made its way to my crotch and I rubbed my nub as I looked at my Internet crush’s magnificent cock.
Tats’n’cars: did you promise me to show me your flexibility in return?
I took a long look at his dick. Why couldn’t I have it?
Flexy Curves: I did, didn’t I ;) lol
I stood up in front of the laptop, turned around and shook my ass for him to see it wiggle and spanked it so hard it left a red hand print on one cheek.
I moved my hand between my ass cheeks behind my briefs and went all the way down to my moist crotch. Then, in one swift motion, I raised my leg until it was pointing straight up. I grabbed it with my hand and circled around in place, showing him how flexible Flexy Curves really was.
The sheer excitement of showing my natural body to him and him wanting more of it made the moisture between my legs flow through my panties. I couldn’t keep the passion at bay and rubbed my clit from beneath the briefs. The passion inside me built, but I couldn’t keep on standing on just one leg. I lowered my leg until I found a steady spot on top of a shelf.
My hips thrust against my fingers to heighten the pleasure while I thought about what he would feel like inside me. He looked so strong he must be able to manhandle me against a table or against a wall. Just the thought of him giving it to me rough made my fingers move faster.
In the heat of the moment, I leaned on the shelf more, but as the heat inside me was about to peak, I leaned on top of the shelf a bit too much. I heard a crackle and then the whole shelf came crumbling down on top of me. All I could see in the darkness of the closet was hangers, part of the wall and shelves coming on top of me.
Chapter 5
“It huuuuuuuuuuurts!” I yelled out from beneath the pile of rubble.
“Alyssa? Is everything all right? Alyssa answer me?” I heard someone bang against the door.
“Heeeelp!”
“Alyssa? What is going on?” he said, the banging on the door continuing, “I’m coming in!”
I heard the door to my room crack and hit the floor. Soon after, the door to the walk-in closet opened.
“What’s going on?” I managed to cry out.
“I’m almost there. Hold on.”
The weight on top of me got lighter as he removed the rubble. He grabbed my arm and pulled me from under it.
“Alyssa, what happened?”
“I-I.”
“How did this happen? What were you doing?” Austin said.
“Nothing. It was nothing…” I hung my head on his naked shoulder, trying to wish he hadn’t seen me like this, but he grabbed me by my armpits and pushed me away.
“I thought the sheriff had busted in on your room or worse…” Austin said.
I stood in front of him, in my black lingerie and I held my head down in shame, while I stared at the floor.
“I-I…” he stuttered.
Austin was always confident and he never stuttered. What was going on?
I only saw from one corner of my eye until I realized
I still had the mask on. I pulled it up enough on my face to see that Austin stood in front of me in only his boxers.
Those boxers!
Our eyes met in a world filled with confusion.
“W-what? How come you… Why do you h…” I managed to let out.
He stared back at me, not knowing what to say.
“T-the mask… Those underwear… I-I…”
My hands came up to my face and I hid behind them. “Y-you…m-me…w-we…” After I realized I stood there almost naked, I moved my hand, trying to cover my hips and body from him.
“I-I don’t…” he managed to say.
My face blushed red and I pulled the mask back down on my face to cover my shame.
“Y-you…” Austin said, pointing his finger at me.
“And…you?”
He sat down on my bed, looked at the ground and rubbed his head with his hands. “I don’t even know what’s going on.”
I didn’t know what to say and only stared at him while going through the events of the past few months. I’d been talking to what I believed to have been a complete stranger, but it had been him all along.
Austin raised his head from between his hands. “Are you at least all right? You didn’t hurt yourself?”
“I-I don’t think so…” I moved my legs to make sure and noticed that I had some bruising, but no cuts.
I thought I saw him look at my body before he lowered his head back down. “I don’t know what to say. Just give me a minute.”
I looked at his chiseled body in the dim light of the motel room. The abs and muscular frame I’d seen on the webcam hadn’t done his body justice.
I caught him looking at me, but this time he took his time and didn’t turn away as soon as he realized I saw him watching me. He took in every detail of my ample bosom, my curvy legs and my wide hips, which I still tried to cover with my hands. I couldn’t be sure, but it was as if something grew in his boxers.
“We’ve been talking for months now. Was any of it real? I mean, you’re my stepsister for heaven’s sake,” he said with a low voice.
“I-I… I think so,” I whispered. I didn’t know what to say. Should I confess the feelings I’d had for him all those years ago, or was I better off pretending this never happened? But the conversations I’d had with him didn’t seem like the man I’d known in real life. He was far from it. I couldn’t deny the feelings I had developed for the anonymous stranger online, but the Austin I knew in real life was nothing like the man I’d spoken to. “I know it was real to me…”
