“Is this your way of trying to get me to use me knockers on ya?” she said with a tinge of a cockney accent.
I shrugged, “I’m just a guy telling stories… about titjobs… while you’re holding my cock.”
Naomi let out a sharp laugh. “Okay, mister ‘titjob.’ I’m game. I want to learn how to do it.”
“There’s really nothing to it. You just use your hands to push your breasts together and sandwich the cock between them.”
“Like this?” She reached up and did exactly as instructed. The sight and sensation of my cock sandwiched between such perfect breasts was intoxicating. She moved up and down effortlessly, my cock already slippery from the interrupted blowjob. After a few minutes, I gave in to my impending orgasm and let my cum shoot up onto Naomi’s neck and down into her cleavage. She smiled as I came, clearly proud of her first effort.
THE NANNY CAM
A couple of days later, while I was at Naomi’s, my cellphone rang. It was Lynne. I showed Naomi the caller ID before answering, which caused her to raise her eyebrows in interest. Lynne wanted to know if I wanted to “hang out” again over the weekend, noting in a mischievous tone that she had “fun” last time we hung out. I was friendly but noncommittal, telling her I had to check on something first and would call her back.
When I hung up, I looked at Naomi, wanting to gauge her reaction.
“You don’t think I’ll be mad, do you Jake?”
“Not mad, no. But upset, maybe? You didn’t talk to me for three days the last time she came over. And I got the impression that you were giving me these…’outlets’… at least in part… because you didn’t want me to need other…’outlets.'”
“Look, Jake, there were lots of things going through my head at the time. I was a little… caught off guard… by the whole episode. One night we were cuddling together and the next you were loudly shagging someone else, and I could hear all of it. It was disorienting and got me all up in my own head about sex and my relationship with Liam and whether I’d made a mistake by coming here. But I’m in a much better place now. Honestly. A much calmer place. You should definitely ‘hang out’ with her. You deserve it.”
I looked at her skeptically, but she seemed sincere. “You’re sure you’d be okay?”
“I’ll be fine, Jake. In fact, I’m kind of looking forward to listening in again. I feel like I might actually learn something this time around.” She paused, as if a thought had just crossed her mind.
“What?” I asked, “what were you thinking just now?”
“Oh, I’m being silly, but I wishing for a moment that I could be a fly on the wall, rather than having a wall between us. I could learn so much from watching you two.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I’d invite you to sit in the corner and watch, but I doubt Lynne would be cool with that.” But then I paused, a crazy thought suddenly occurring to me. “You know, there might be a way…”
“What do you mean? What way?”
“My sister was telling me about how she was babysitting last year and she realized that the family had set up a ‘nanny cam,’… you know, a hidden camera to spy on the people watching their kids. I’m sure they sell those things down at the Seiyu.”
“Are you serious? You would record yourself and show me?”
“Well, I don’t know about recording. I don’t want to create a record of anything. But if we could set it up so that it’s just a live feed to your TV or computer, with no recording, I think I’d be okay with that.”
“Oh my god, Jake. That would be so amazing. I couldn’t ask for a better learning opportunity.”
So we set about making it happen. I called Lynne back and invited her over on Saturday, and Naomi and I went down to the Seiyu the next afternoon and found a nanny cam that suited our purposes. It looked, outwardly, like a simple digital alarm clock. I placed it on my dresser, which was directly in front of my double bed. We then set it up, and sure enough, from Naomi’s laptop, she was able to see a live feed from my apartment, showing my entire bed.
As Saturday approached, though it had been my idea, I began to have second thoughts. First, it felt a little icky when it finally dawned on me that this would involve filming someone surreptitiously. The fact that we weren’t recording anything made me feel a little better about it, but there was still a pang of guilt. But beyond that, the prospect of being watched, while exciting on one level, also made me a little nervous. What if it caused me to have some performance anxiety?
But Saturday rolled around quickly, and before I knew it, Lynne and I were at dinner. She was very flirtatious throughout dinner and made it abundantly clear that she wanted to go back to my apartment immediately afterward. My nerves built up as we got closer to home, but I still remembered to text Naomi to tell her we were on our way. Her response was just one character: “!”
My nerves peaked as I inserted my key in the door, but as soon as we were inside, Lynne was all over me and my lust overcame my nerves. She pushed me back onto my bed and stood over me, oblivious to the camera directly behind her. She was wearing a low cut, tight fitting blouse and a full length, floral patterned skirt. Taking command of the situation, she reached down and began undoing my jeans, which she then pulled off entirely. My cock was already rock hard beneath my boxer briefs. Having removed my jeans, she crawled back up toward me and pulled my boxers down enough to expose my cock. A moment later, it was in her mouth. As she proceeded to expertly suck my cock, with the assistance of her left hand, I couldn’t help but think of Naomi and that her own skills were now close to on par with Lynne’s.
After a few minutes, I decided to take some initiative. I sat up and gently rolled Lynne onto her back. Then I went down to the foot of the bed and began pushing up Lynne’s long cotton skirt. When I got it all the way up, I realized that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I immediately plunged forward with my tongue, finding the right spot and gently circling it. After a few minutes of this, Lynne had become quite vocal and had her hands combing through my hair, pressing my face up against her mound.
At that point, I took my hand and gently inserted first one finger and then a second inside her. Slowly, I began moving my fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, rubbing the front wall of her vagina, hoping to stimulate her g-spot. It worked. After a few minutes of this, her vocalizations and breathing began accelerating rapidly and then she had one of the loudest, most powerful orgasms I’d ever been responsible for, one that left her literally shaking and spasming on the bed for some time thereafter.
“Good god, Jake, that was incredible,” she finally said, her voice still shaky, “I don’t know what you did there but I’ve never come that hard before.” She let out a deep breath and then looked down at me, noticing my still solid erection. “Okay, Jake, it’s your turn. You’ve earned it.”