Page 16 of Gaze

I_BiT3: I mean it Jenifer.

I_BiT3: Now why don't you be a good girl for me and turn that camera on.

I hesitate, my finger hovering over the button. Do I want this person to see me, to know me, to get a look into my home, my life. I knew nothing about them, yet they knew a lot about me, or at least it felt that way.

L3NS_72: why?

I_BiT3: Because I told you too

I_BiT3: I won’t ask you again

Without thinking any more I flick the switch, swapping the blinking light for a solid green. It sent a thrill down my spine that pooled in my core once more.

I_BiT3: Good girl

Another jolt of electricity pulsated through my cunt at the words. I had never imagined myself as someone who would respond to such language, but here I was getting cheap thrills from someone I barely knew. Maybe I was getting soft, dough like in my solitude that I responded so well to commands from others. Maybe this submissive side was always in me, and I had never let it free. I fumble for a cigarette to calm my nerves, focusing on the inhale and exhale of the smoke before looking back at the screen.

I_BiT3: Leave the door open and you will get your reward.

No sooner had the message appeared on the screen than she left the room. Leaving me confused and wanting.

chapter

seventeen

The throbbing deep in my core didn’t subside. Nor did the steady light of the webcam flicker. I felt my eyes drift to it every few minutes, wondering if Bite was still there. Still watching. She hadn't instructed me to turn it off, she hadn't told me anything before disappearing into the depths of the internet.

Is this how the people I watch feel?

I chase the thought out of my mind, they don't know they are being watched, what I am doing is harmless. Trying to occupy myself I look out the window; everything was frustratingly quiet. No one was doing anything of note, and most of the windows were closed against the brutal, unrelenting light of the sun.

Shuffling in my chair I tried to catch up with some emails and the news on the computer, but even that didn't last long, and the task felt superfluous and trivial all while my pussy was aching for attention.

The light never changed, she was there watching me, I could feel it.

After no time at all I became bored with the computer and relocated myself to the window, she would still be able to see my profile, and I could still see the little green light out the corner of my eye. I prop my uninjured leg on the sill, enjoying the stretch it puts in my thigh. It momentarily distracts from the aching feeling of arousal I can't seem to shake.

I light a cigarette and pop it in my mouth, taking a drag of the hot air deep into my lungs before resting one hand on my waistband and the other on the back of my head. I stretch, it feels good.

I let my eyes glaze over and unfocus as I stare out the window, it's the wrong time of day for many people to be in and at their windows. Miss Torso has her blinds shut against the oppressive heat. There is a dog laid out in another window sunning itself on the warm sunspot.

The throbbing in my core doesn't subside.

The green light is still on.

Finishing the cigarette, I debate lighting another but can't be bothered. My fingers dip lazily into my waist band skirting over my mound and dipping lower to the center of my heat. I am not surprised to find myself wet already.

I dip one finger inside and brush the top of my clit, it sends a jolt of arousal across my body. I do it again. This time I don't stop, I move my finger round in circles on the tip of my clit, just enough to draw out the need, not enough to make me climax.

The angle is tricky, my arm getting caught on the bunched-up fabric round my waist, I stand for a second to remove the offending clothing, noticing the distinct discoloration to my panties - a dark stain of desire blooms across the cotton. I haven't seen myself this aroused in a long time, the need always taken care of by myself or others long before I get this desperate.

I toss my clothes to the side and sit back in the chair, I struggle to get my pants off, the leg getting awkwardly caught on the cast around my leg. This time with both legs on the ledge, knees spread wide opening my pussy up to the warm air. My hungry fingers return to the same repetitive motion, and the need starts to build within me. My head rolls back and my mouth opens slightly as I wet my lips, lost in my own pleasure - until I remember that she is watching me.

My eyes open. Looking over at the webcam, the green light is still on, still watching me. I quicken my finger against my swollen clit adding a second as I let out a moan.

I catch movement out of the corner of my eye, I stop my fingers still for a second, unsure if I imagined the movement. I hadn’t. Looking up at me from her window was the dark-haired woman. I couldn’t see her well from here but there was no mistaking the fact she was watching me. Watching me touch myself. Heat ran through me at the thought.

Was she the only one watching me, or was Bite still getting an eyeful through her digital lens? I look back at the woman in the window and see a small nod, an encouragement to continue. Did I need the encouragement? Did I want it? Was I doing this for her or for me?