A few hours later, they took their turns in the changing room, and we all said our goodbyes, making plans to meet next week for lunch. Shane came out and they all gave him hugs, and I watched him and Beth closely. Again, I saw no visible signs of something going on between them.
After they left, Shane said, “You coming in?”
“No. I think I’ll take one last swim before changing out of my suit.” I watched his eyes as I spoke, but I saw no extra excitement there.
“Ok honey. I’m going to finish up some quick work, and then I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.” He kissed me on the forehead, and I breathed deep, inhaling his cologne.
“Goodnight Shane.”
I swam laps in the pool, working up my courage for what I had planned. I almost chickened out several times, but images of Beth with Shane kept coming back to me. And I was convinced they had fucked again tonight. The desire coursed through me, and I finally steeled my courage enough to get out of the pool.
Wrapping my towel around me, I walked to the changing room, my heart trip-hammering in my chest. I could already feel my pussy dripping.
In the room, I recalled the viewpoint and figured out the camera was in a painting of a dolphin on the wall. It took all of my willpower not to look at it. I stood facing the door, with the camera in front and to the right of me. Unwrapping the towel, I placed it on the hook. My heartbeat was loud in my ears. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself.
My hand went behind my back and undid the clasp of my top. The material relaxed, and my breasts stood proud, now reversing roles and holding up the bra. Casually, I pulled it from me and placed it on the bench.
My nipples came up hard, partly from being exposed to the air, and partly from the thoughts running through my mind. I held one of my breasts in my hand, and used my other hand to rub along where the seams of the bra had been. The nipple tightened further. I repeated the action on my other breast, and reached for my bottoms.
Pushing them down over my hips, I bent and slid them further, over my knees. Standing, I let go of them and let them fall to the floor, where I kicked them up onto the bench with a flick of my foot.
My mind was in a daze as I grabbed my towel and began drying off. The thought that Shane was watching me, or would be watching me, made me dizzy. Unfamiliar sensations shot through my body as I imagined him looking at my nudity.
I spent extra time drying my breasts, and the nipples were like hard diamonds, ready to cut glass. I patted the terrycloth on my mound, lifting one leg and resting it on the bench to give myself room, but more importantly giving Shane a better view of my pussy.
I didn’t want to be too obvious, so I never faced the camera directly. But I made sure he always had a clear oblique view, wanting to tease him. I rubbed the towel in circles, pretending to dry my pubic hair. Jolts of pleasure sparked through my clit.
Next, I dried my legs, bending over to reach below my knees. Again, I gave him a sexy angle on the proceedings.
Reaching into my swim bag, I pulled out a hairbrush and a bottle of lotion. I sat on the bench and began brushing my long hair, working out the tangles as I sat demurely with my legs closed. My breasts bounced slightly with each comb through my hair, and the nipples still strained hard.
When my hair was tangle-free, I put the brush down and picked up the lotion. Squirting a glob into my hand, I began rubbing it into my arms. Next, my breasts received a coating of the lotion, my hands working the scented cream into my soft skin. I allowed my fingers to linger at the sensitive nipples, even squeezing them gently as I pulled on them.
I wondered if Shane would enjoy that.
More lotion for my stomach, and then down to my legs, doing the tops of my thighs first. I coated my calves before moving back up to my inner thighs. I spread my legs, giving the camera an angled view again, and began rubbing the lotion in. As my hands reached higher, I spread wider, opening my pussy to the camera’s unblinking gaze. My fingertips ran through the junctures of my thighs, my hands framing my puffy pussy lips.
I was soaked with my own lubrication, and I felt its warmth inside of me. I couldn’t wait to get my fingers on my clit.
But I reached for the lotion bottle again, and squirted one last drop onto my fingertips. Reaching down, I began rubbing it lightly into my mound, right above the fur-lined slit. My fingers traveled in ever-increasing circles, smoothing the lotion into the skin, mixing it through my blonde pubic curls.
When it was gone, my fingers continued to move, and my eyes closed. I teased the top of my slit for a few seconds, then slid my finger into it, parting my outer lips and feeling the hot wetness inside.
I gasped, and hunched my hips up against my finger, putting my feet up on the bench to spread myself wider.
My outer lips were parted slightly, revealing the wet pink folds between. My finger slid down, through the slick valley, sending sparks of pleasure out from my core.
Using two fingers, I pressed them into my tight tunnel, feeling my cuntal flesh grasping at them, as if trying to pull me deeper inside.
As I fucked myself with my fingers, I thought of Shane watching me. The video was high-definition, and I wondered if he would zoom in to watch exactly what my fingers were doing. A small bubble of additional wetness burst inside, and my fingers picked up their pace.
I moaned softly as the pleasure flowed through me. My fingers were making wet sticky sounds as they slid in and out of my tight cunny. With all the excitement of the day, I knew I wasn’t going to last long, and my body prepared for the coming explosion.
An image of Shane fucking Beth came to my mind, and I watched his body move over hers, dominating her with his size as his cock invaded her tight vagina in a barrage of hard thrusts.
“Yesssss,” I moaned.
The image blinked, and suddenly it was me instead of Beth, lying beneath Shane as he mercilessly pounded my pussy with his fat cock.
“Uhhhhhh.”
A new image appeared. This one was of Shane, sitting at his office desk, watching me touching myself. His stiff cock was sticking straight up, and his hand was wrapped around it, stroking his long length. That was my erection. I had caused it, so it belonged to me. I could do anything I wanted to do with it. I could stroke it, or I could take it into my mouth until it blasted its load into the back of my throat. Or I could sit down on it, sliding my tight sheath over its thick hard girth, bouncing on it until it jetted its cum deep into me.
These last thoughts sent me over, and my fingers became a flurry as my orgasm burst like a Fourth of July firework — white hot and overwhelming. Ecstasy blotted out all other sensations and my body convulsed in erotic bliss as my fingers thrummed, and I cried out my passion in the small room.
After a moment, my body relaxed, and my legs closed, trapping my hand between them. After a minute to rest, I got up, feeling week from my exertions, and removed my robe from the hook, putting it on.
Taking a deep breath, I left the changing room and headed into the house. I was about to turn up the stairs when Shane’s office door opened and he came out. We stood face to face, our eyes wide.
He blinked and his surprise was replaced with a smile. “Hi Erica. My work took longer than I thought. Good night.”
“Good night, Shane.” I headed up to my room.
I lay in my bed, thinking. He had watched me. I knew it without a doubt. And he had to watch it live. He couldn’t even wait to see the recording in the morning. A mixture of fear and pride went through me. I stared at the ceiling, my mind a jumble of thoughts until I dropped off to sleep.