JonCam's blog post - I dislike warm sticky nights.

I dislike warm sticky nights. I find it hard - near impossible - to sleep, and this is just how it is tonight. Enough with tossing and turning, I slip out of bed and pad silently across the moonlit room. A light breeze disturbs the voile near my open window. For a while, I stand looking at the street below, naked in the flurry of the curtain, letting its sheer coarseness mould around my body, almost sticking to my hot flesh and stimulating my nipples that now stand tight, crinkled and protruding from my small breasts. The coolness is delicious. Wickedly, I contemplate touching my pussy, tickling the soft pink flesh, but then, I think I hear movement outside and quickly move out of view, my cheeks flaming hot with embarrassment but my flesh tingling with the excitement.
Bored and now very awake, I head for my computer. There has to be something there to entertain me. The big leather chair in my study is cool, and sitting naked in it now causes my skin to ripple - and goose bumps form, from my chest to my ankles. The dial tone and beeping and whining of the modem sound too loud in my large study but then there is no one else here for it to disturb.
As the log-on is completed, a little birdie chirp tells me I have new mail, probably junk, but as I have nothing better to do, I click and wait for the page to load. As I do my instant messenger makes another sound. Some one is sending me a note.
'You're up late. Is the heat keeping you awake?' Jon UK.
I don't know him. He's not a chat buddy, but I reply.
'Yes... you?' I type back.
And after a few seconds...
'No. I don't mind the heat, but I AM hot... What are you wearing?' he asks after a long pause.
I look down at my self. The only thing covering my body is the light fuzz that covers my pussy. I grin to myself. I can't tell him that, can I?
'Nothing. I'm naked... how about you?'
I bite my lip and blush.
'I'm wearing my robe.'
My heart sinks and the word 'foolish' springs to mind. Then, another note...
'Would you like me to take it off?'
A wave of relief washes over me like a cold sweat. Would I? Yes, I would. My body is feeling tingly and tense again and typing quickly, I answer, 'Yes' and press send. Another wait...
'Describe your tits sweetie. I want to know how to picture you. Are they big and round or small and pert? I love tits that are nice and suckable.'
The last note was finished with a wicked grin and a wink. I look down at my little tits. They are small but turned up at the nipple. They certainly were no more than a mouthful, but then I had never had any complaints! I slip my hands over them and rub the palm of my hand softly across the nipples. They instantly come alive, the little mounds toughening and becoming rubbery to touch. Roughly I tugged at my right nipple and it felt like heaven!
'They are smallish' I tell him, 'but firm and perky with little dusky pink nipples that just LOVE to be sucked and nibbled.' I tell him with a cyber-grin.
I like to think that he'll be getting off on this description, I hope he will be dreaming about flicking his tongue over my nipples and sucking hard on the little pink nubs.
'I've taken it off. What else would you like me to do?' my unknown seducer asks. I don't answer. But I want him to touch himself. I want to know if he is as aroused as I am and what he intends to do about it?
'I'm stroking myself and wishing it was your hands that are now making me hard.'
'Oh god,' I quiver. This stranger’s cyber-seduction is making me wet. I know it. I can feel it. I slip a finger down between my thighs and it sinks easily between my swollen pussy lips and on to my throbbing clit. My eyes close as I flick my finger across it, but I know there is more to come.
'Are you touching yourself?' he asks.
I can only manage one answer: 'Yes'
'Mmmmm, good. Does it feel nice? Are you wet?'
'Very,' I tell him.
I lean back in my chair and open my legs wide facing the screen as if to show him.
'My finger is moving so easily. I'm thinking of your cock. Do you want me to slip a finger inside?' I ask, almost bursting with ecstasy and feeling entirely too much like a slut.
'Fuck yes! Finger your tight hot pussy for me. Right up as far as it will go, then fuck yourself with your fingers... three fingers baby. Do it!'
His coarse words shock me but also stimulate me, so I do as I am told. My bum slips to the edge of the seat as I open my legs wide and lift them high, propping my feet up on the desktop. I'm dripping wet and after a few strokes with one finger I insert another. I'm so horny now I would do anything he told me. My cunt is now stretched enough to push a third digit in. It’s so bloody tight and I'm so hot.
With my spare hand I type, 'I'm doing it! Tell me you're wanking.'
I pinch my nipples, then move my hand down to rub my little red clit as I thrust the fingers of my other hand in and out with greater and greater ease. The sweat is rolling off me, my breath is short and rasping and my whole body is screaming out for release...
'Baby I'm wanking. My cock is so fucking hard and I want to put it in your mouth and feel your silky hot lips around it, sucking it, and your tongue licking it.'
As I read his message I let out a whimper. I need to have that cock in my mouth. I lick my lips imagining his salty pre cum on my tongue. An idea strikes me... I reluctantly withdraw my pumping fingers from my pussy and place them in my mouth, my other hand still furiously rubbing at my clit. The sweet taste of my juice in my mouth is divine. I love to suck cock especially after it has just fucked me. I hungrily lick around and between my fingers. Another message arrives and I can just read it through the haze of sweat, lust and my sprawled legs.
'Fuck it baby, I'm cumming. I'm cumming all over your face. Fuck... yyeessssss!'
This final image of his dick spraying me with thick creamy spunk sends my senses over the edge. My body throws itself in to an explosion, my sore and stretched pussy clasps at an invisible penis and my clit pulses as my whole body contracts and throbs, my head spins and my chest freezes. Not a word passes my lips as my body spasms in a pure animalistic frenzy. The seconds pass slowly and the silence engulfs me, then slowly a long deep moan, rich in satisfaction, exits my gasping mouth. Another message blinks on my screen. With much effort I peer at the screen.
'Thank you,' Jon UK - offline. I didn't move. I couldn't move.
It's raining. The air is heavy and stifling. I can't sleep. Quietly, I slip out of bed and pad silently across the floor. I sit down in front of my computer screen and click. 'Connect'. The dial tone and beeping and whining of the modem sounds too loud in my large study...