Nerd Next Door

NERD NEXT DOOR

"Your camera is still on." Richie's text said.

I thought for a moment, confused, "You can see me?"

"Well, not all of you."

"How do I turn it off?" My hands were now covering my breasts. I was only wearing a brief pari of panties.

Richie texted, "I can tell you."

He typed a few instructions about the camera. However, I would have to use my hands on the keyboard, which meant they would no longer be covering my boobs. When I began to type on the keyboard, my breasts jiggled in the little window in the corner of the screen. Oh shit, what was I to do. Richie was seeing me half-naked.

"Don't look." I wanly said.

"No chance." He said.

"That's not fair." I said.

The screen switched to where now I could see him. He was sitting at his computer and he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"In my dorm."

"Are you alone?"

"Yes."

I was glad to hear that his room wasn't filled with horny college boys looking at my tits.

He said, "See. I'm not wearing a shirt either."

"It's not the same thing." I replied. Seeing a young man's naked chest wasn't the same as seeing a woman's bare breasts.

He said, "I could show you more, if that would make you feel better."

"What?" I wasn't sure what he meant.

He stood up from his chair. He was wearing pajama bottoms. He grabbed the waist-band and pulled them off his hips. They fell to the floor. He was naked, his floppy penis was nestled in a patch of pubic hair. I was shocked, but I focused my gaze on his dangling prick.

He said, "Your turn."

I said, "No way."

He had his hand on his prick and was stroking himself. His dick was getting bigger. I couldn't help but look at it.

He said, "Come on. I've shown you mine. You can show me yours."

"Forget it."

"I've seen your photos, so there would be no difference."

He was suggesting that seeing me on the computer screen was the same as a live photo. I was embarrassed by the whole thing.

My husband was out of town for a week for a project he was managing. The new camera for our computer had arrived and I wanted to have it set up so he could see me when we talked in the evenings. I read the directions online, but couldn't figure out how to connect the camera to our computer. (We don't have a built-in camera in our desk-top.)

I was returning from an errand when I noticed the young man next door, Richie, cleaning some things from his car. Richie was the neighbor's son. He apparently was home from college for a few days. He is a computer nerd. He had done all sorts of technology things at their house and had helped set up our computer a year earlier.

"Hey Richie, we have a new camera and I could use some help setting it up."

Richie was a nice kid and readily agreed to come over later that day.

Now, he was a geek, but he was also an attractive young man. He worked out and had a nice physique. He was an extrovert, very personable. He was only a few years younger than me and frankly, I found him to be attractive.

More about us. I'm thirty. My husband Zac and I have been married for two years. He travels a lot. He's a project engineer and often has to be on construction sites for weeks at a time. I get lonely, and sometimes I get horny too. Zac and I are still in the early phases of our relationship where we fuck almost every time we see each other, particularly with him being away so much. We plan to start a family soon. I can't wait to get pregnant with his baby.

Well, Richie came over and fooled around with our computer. He checked our virus protection and helped me put a few icons on the screen. As he flipped through the screens, he went to the photos-app, wanting to set it up so that the camera could transfer video to the app.

Wouldn't you know it, my husband had been the last one to use the app and he had been editing some photos of me, nude photos. I wasn't looking at the screen when Richie brought them up.

"Um Marie, I don't think I should be seeing these."

I looked and saw that he was scrolling through my photos. Zac had convinced me to strip a few times so he could take photos of me. There was a set in the woods where we had hiked a few weeks ago and some from before that in the bedroom. The photos ranged from rather tame photos with my clothes on to completely lewd pictures with my legs spread, showing my most intimate features. Richie was looking at a photo of my crotch. My fluffy pussy hair framed the shiny flesh of my vivid pink vulva; the lips of my pussy were spread apart, revealing my clitoris and a hint of the dark entrance to my vagina.

Richie moved to a pic where I was topless, with the sun shining on my bare breasts. I have a nice set of tits. I've been told so by Zac and a number of men, previous boyfriends, his pals and others. I like to show off, so I wear revealing tops, often without a bra so my admirers can see my boobs jiggle. I often wear tops that show some side-boob and, of course, my nipples are usually visible through whatever I wear. I'm sure Richie had noticed me.

I have a nice figure too. I keep in shape with aerobics and we have a treadmill. I usually stop at the gym on my way home from work. I supervise a day-care center. Zac says that my best features are hidden beneath my clothes. He uses that as an incentive when he wants me to strip for his photos. Richie was looking at a photo of me from behind, with my naked ass exposed.

I trim my pussy a little, but have a nice thick patch of light brown pussy hair. Zac likes to put his face in my crotch and lick me until I explode in wonderful orgasms. I never realized how much fun my pussy could be until Zac showed me all the things we could do with her. Having his tongue swirling around inside my little vagina just drives me crazy. When he's away, I have withdrawal symptoms. I have a couple of vibrators, but nothing comes close to Zac's tongue and his cock. Richie saw a few photos of my pussy, too.

Well, Richie was proceeding through my husband's portfolio of nude photos. I was so embarrassed. I asked him to close the album on the photo app and he finally did, but he had seen a lot.

He asked, "Could I copy a few of these? It would sure help my morale when I'm at school studying for some boring test on a dreary winter night."

I said, "No. Absolutely not."

Well, he whined like a little kid and I finally agreed to let him have a few, subject to my approval. He continued to wheedle and I consented to him copying two with my tits showing and one full frontal. I didn't yield to his pathetic requests for one of me with my legs spread. Nonetheless, he got a good look at the photos while we discussed which ones he could copy. I realized that with his computer savvy, he could've copied the whole album. He assured me that he hadn't done that.

So, back to me sitting on the chair in just my panties with him naked. It was a few days later. I had been getting ready for bed. I usually sleep with just panties. (I sleep in the nude when Zac is home.) I was cleaning up, putting things away in the den and saw there was a message on the computer. I thought it might be something from Zac, so I opened it. It was from one of my friends. I answered.

Then I remembered that I should thank Richie again for helping with the camera. It had been a few days earlier, but I had just thought of thanking him. I sent him a text. That's when he informed me that my camera was still on.

I should've just left the room, but I stayed and tried to shut-off the camera. Richie saw me nearly naked, a real-live show that complimented the photos he had seen.

Well, Richie is really persuasive. He was asking me to take my panties off and let him see me completely naked. I nearly did, but finally said no, and we signed off.

The next day, the exchange with Richie was playing through my mind. I'd read stories about people doing things over the internet, getting naked, masturbating, things like that. I kept going back to thinking about getting naked for someone on the computer. I was intending to do it with my husband when he called that evening.

Well, that evening, I was frustrated. I spoke with Zac over the phone and intended to give him a show. Unfortunately, he was out with some of his colleagues and we couldn't have an intimate conversation.

I was finishing up in the kitchen, when I heard the computer beep, indicating that there was a message.

I pulled it up. It was Richie. "Hey Marie. How are you?"

"Fine. Just talked to Zac, but he was with some other people, so we couldn't talk much."

Richie said, "I'm sitting here alone, studying physics. I couldn't help but think about how much better I was at studying last night after I talked with you."

I smiled at that line of bullshit. "Oh, did seeing my tits help you concentrate?"

"They sure did. I relaxed after we texted and things came to me easier."

"You didn't seem to be relaxed when we signed off." I said.

He said, "Well, I relieved a little tension and then my studies went much better."

Was he saying what I thought he was saying? Had he jacked-off after looking at my tits? I was uncertain how to feel about that. On the one hand, hearing about guys whacking-off is gross, but on the other hand, having a virile young man get excited after seeing my tits was arousing.

As I sat there, I recalled that I had felt kind of sexy the night before after texting with Richie. I hadn't taken my panties off for him, but I did remove them when I went to bed. The cool sheets felt good against my body. My hands roamed over my sensitive skin, touching my inner thighs and holding my breasts. I slept with a pillow between my legs.

I texted Richie, "What did you do?"

"I took care of myself."

"You masturbated?"

"That's a fancy word for it."

"Gross."

"Wanna see?"

I couldn't believe how obnoxious this kid was being.

He texted, "Turn on your camera and let's talk."

I activated the camera and audio on our computer.

Richie was sitting in his chair, wearing boxer shorts. His hairless chest was smooth and shiny. I was fully dressed.

"You're fully dressed." He said.

"How observant of you."

"Why don't you take off your blouse. I really would like to see your boobs."

"I'll bet you would."

He persisted. I don't know why I did it, but I did. I pulled my shirt over my head and, since I had taken off my bra earlier, I was topless again. I wiggled my shoulders so my tits swayed back and forth for him. I pinched the nipples to get them nice and hard. It was surreal what I was doing. I guess I was lonely and a little horny. It was fun.

He said, "I looked at those photos of you that I copied when I did myself last night."

He had jacked-off after talking with me while my tits were out and used my nude photos to provide the final impetus.

"You're a pervert." I said.

"Why, because I'm a young man who gets a hard-on when looking at a beautiful woman's tits."

"These?" I provocatively said as I lifted my tits and squeezed them together.

He stood up and I watched as he pulled his shorts over his hips again. His prick was already aroused. I was fixated on the damn thing, hanging there from his pelvis.

"Your turn." He said.

The previous night I had been in my panties, so it was no big deal to strip off my shorts again. I pulled them off my hips, wiggling a bit to emphasize my figure. I have a thin waist and Zac says my ass is perfect. When I pulled down my shorts, my panties slipped a bit, revealing the top of my pussy hair.

Richie was pulling on his cock. It was hard, now. I'm a sucker (a pun) for a hard cock. I like looking at male equipment. My friends think cocks are not aesthetically appealing, but I find them strangely alluring, particularly when they get hard.

Without him even asking, I did it. I pulled my panties down they fell to the floor. I was naked and with him rubbing his cock, my hands naturally roamed over my body. I fondled my own tits and caressed my stomach. The more I touched myself, the more aroused I became. His cock looked big in his camera, I wondered if he was doing something with his camera to enhance the apparent size of his prick, but decided that it was really that big.

I sat in the chair and made sure the camera was focused on my pussy. My fingers spread the petals of my sex apart, revealing the slippery, deep pink, glistening flesh. I was showing him the things he had seen in the most explicit photos of me.

My index finger pressed into my clit. I was hot and wet. My eyes were focused on Richie's prick while my fingers slid over my pussy. It felt so good. I couldn't stop. I put two fingers inside my vagina, pushing them inside me simulating a cock. I lifted my legs, spreading them apart, putting my feet on the chair, showing Richie everything that I had. He saw the intimate features of my cunt, hot and juicy. I pulled my legs back so he could see my asshole for a moment.

As I showed myself and used my fingers, my arousal increased until I was quickly approaching an orgasm. My other hand roamed over my body, touching my breasts and my stomach. I moved the hand to my cunt and rubbed myself with both hands. Fingers were inside me, spreading me open and rubbing my clitoris. The soft wet flesh of my sex was so sensitive. Every movement of my fingers added to my arousal. I was still looking at Richie's cock. He was fixated on my pussy. I stroked myself faster and faster.

I felt my pussy emit a spurt of warm lady-cum onto my fingers. I closed my eyes and pressed my hands into my crotch. The waves of orgasm pulsed through me. My thighs squeezed my hands, which were pressing my love button and pushing into my vagina. My muscles spasmed and my mind focused entirely on the sensation overwhelming me. Oh, it was marvelous, the best feeling in the world.

I heard Richie groan and opened my eyes to see the spurt of cum shoot from the tip of his dick onto the underwear in his hand. He was still watching me; watching my fingers in my cunt. It was so nasty, so decadent, so wonderful.

It took a few moments to regain my composure. I was gasping for breath; my body was flushed and covered with sweat. My pussy was still tingling. I looked at Richie. He was smiling, delighted with himself for seducing me into such wanton depravity.

I was embarrassed at having yielded to my desires with someone other than my husband. I quickly said goodbye to Richie and exited my computer, being sure to turn-off the camera.

I stood, overcoming some unsteadiness in my legs. I was naked. My clothes were spread around the room.

My senses returned to normal and I thought, "What have I done?"

I had yielded to my basest desires. What if Richie came home again and wanted to fuck me? My mind was swimming, overwhelmed while still enjoying the afterglow of a wonderful orgasm.

I knew I needed to be with Zac. I was adrift without him, without his love. I needed him to fuck me every day. I was like an addict; I needed my daily fix. I resolved to take a few days off and visit Zac at his project site. I was going to fuck his brains out.

I went to bed naked, holding a pillow between my legs wishing it was my man. Tomorrow night, it will be. I knew what I needed, thanks to the nerd next door.