As both my hands were full, one of phone, the other with pussy, I made a mental note to look up Stewart Home, and She’s My Witch as soon as I could. I must have really been going to town on myself, because his next text was uncanny.
Hugo: Turn on your webcam.
I gasped and flushed. The shame that he might know, colliding with the thrill that he seemed to want to watch. Did it mean I’d been chosen for his special project? Or at least that I was in the running? I was nervous, but not so much that I wasn’t willing to take the chance.
So I hit the button and answered his video call.
“There you are.”
He looked much the same as in the old photo. A bit wiser and somehow milder, but no less handsome. I’d left my hand down my pants, not wanting to hide what I’d been doing. I decided to own it.
“Yes, sir,” I said, my breath still a bit heavy from the exertion.
“I thought so,” he said, looking where I guess my crotch would be on his screen.
“Good?”
“Great.”
I could have powered a house with my smile. The relief turning into elation.
“Take off your pants,” he instructed, “I want to see you.”
My head spun. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. “O-okay.”
My heart slamming inside my chest, I stood from the chair, filling the camera with my hips and crotch. Backing up a bit so he could get a clearer view, I took down my jeans and my panties. Clad in only a black turtleneck, I sat back down in the chair, putting my feet up on the desk, on either side of the computer so the web cam looked right down between my legs.
Slowly, I started to touch myself again. Lightly at first, two fingers working the outside of my pussy. My taut vulva barely moving with the motion. Almost no one saw my pussy, short of the occasional check-up at the gyno, but I kept it clean and bare. Not a hair anywhere.
It was mostly a matter of comfort. My pussy was so sensitive anyway, I could be really irritating to have hair down there. Particularly when I wore pants, which I loved. I never really took to dresses and only owned two. Both of them bought for me by my grandma.
When I’d gotten back into things, and my pussy was even wetter, I slipped a finger in. Resting the other three on the side of my pussy, near my inner thigh, I stated to move it. Gently fucking myself, stroking my hard little clit, moaning with pleasure.
When I was ready, I slipped in a second finger, moaning slightly as I did so. My little, virgin pussy stretching to accommodate it. After a few deep breaths, I started to move again. Thrusting both fingers deeper and deeper inside myself. Getting up to the third chuckle on both.
I wanted to scream. Let out my joy. Let him know how good it felt. Particularly with him watching. Yet I stayed quiet. Moaning desperately as I bit my lip. Trying not to make too much noise, as if I was afraid I might get caught if I did.
“Let it go, Vega. Let it all go.”
Hugo’s words were like a quick release. Instantly I stopped biting my lip. Letting my jaw drop open releasing all the pent up pleasure into the world. No longer caring who heard it, even though it was only meant for Hugo.
“Good. Now angle your fingers a bit. Stroke the tips in a sort of ‘come here’ motion.
I obeyed him, and the effects were immediate. I moaned and bucked like crazy. While he watched me from afar, I brought myself to orgasm several times, each more intense than the last. Coming all over the place with each instance.
This was something I didn’t even know I could do. I’d always thought orgasms were sort of a one-and-done thing. Then again, I really wasn’t an authority on the subject. I didn’t even really know what the g-spot was, let alone how to make myself orgasm with it. Hugo clearly had a lot he could teach me.
I collapsed in the chair, red-faced and panting. Absolutely spent but also supremely satisfied.
“Good girl,” Hugo said, making me feel even better.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Ordinary I would have covered myself by then, or at least left my fingers in. Instead, I’d rested my still-slick hand on my thigh, my stretched little pussy right there for him to see.
“I want you to come and stay with me,” he said, looking me in the eyes.
An act of respect that made my heart do flips in my chest.
“For how long?” I asked, before I could stop myself.
My heart was soaring, was this really it? Had he really picked me? How was that possible?
“Two weeks. Starting on Valentine’s Day. It is a contract position with a bonus at the end.”