Second Chances

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Instant gratification. That?s what most people want these days. Thanks to instant communication with email, instant shopping online, instant pornography too, we all want exactly what we want, exactly when we want it.That?s what made things so frustrating. Much as I don?t want to admit it, my middle-aged brain has been re-wired to operate in the modern era of instant gratification.She made me wait.I had clicked the ?send? button and sent my video clip to my foreign correspondent. She was still just an avatar and a screen name, but she had written back to me ?chances? ? I took that as her message to me, that she would take a chance on receiving my video. And then she would take an even bigger chance by watching it.But she made me wait. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Then Fifteen. All to watch a two or three minute video of me masturbating?The fifteen minutes became thirty, and I wondered if perhaps I had offended her. Perhaps she wouldn?t respond, and she would forever remain just an avatar and a screen name.I worried that I would never see her face. That was the bottom line for me. It?s one thing to exchange erotic stories, it?s still another thing to exchange emails and instant messages. All of these cross lines and venture from anonymity into intimacy But to see a face, that is the ultimate in intimacy. That?s what I wanted. I wanted her to become a real person, with a name, but more importantly, with a face.Yet I feared that I had offended her sensibilities. I had crossed a line and presumed, and perhaps had shown her more than she needed mamak escort (http://cankayalar.com/ad-category/mamak-escort/) or wanted to see.Thirty minutes of silence. Of staring at the screen.Thirty minutes of regret.Then another fifteen minutes beyond that. Forty-five minutes in total.A pop-up window. A new message.More importantly, a message from her. From my foreign correspondent. I opened up the message and saw a symbol of a paper-clip. An attachment. Probably just her sending me back a reply, I thought, with my original video.I read her words. Slowly and carefully, I read her reply.?My funny friend. I hope you don?t mind me calling you that, but we have shared enough that I feel I must call you a friend. As for calling you funny, you make me laugh. Never at you?all right, maybe a little bit at you, but mostly at the things you say and do to try to bring a smile to my face. I am sending you two things ? first, there is a video attached to this email. I?ll borrow from your own vocabulary and say ?chances?. I won?t tell you what it shows, but you have a choice to watch it or not. To take a chance. The second thing I am sending is a separate email, which will follow in a few minutes, just long enough for you to decide about taking a chance or not, and just long enough for you to watch the video, if you so decide. That second email will explain a lot of things to you. Writing it just now explained a lot of things to me about myself. I want you to read it. No chances. No choices. It is important for me that you read it. As for ofise gelen escort (http://cankayalar.com/ad-category/ofise-gelen-escort/) the video??chances? is the key word. Bye for now. Your friend.?I knew what choice I would make. I double-clicked the attachment and at the prompt, I chose Windows Media Player to play the video.I watched. No face. No torso. Just a close-up of a pussy. Completely bare and the skin so pale. A pussy with moist and pink labia, so close that I felt I could reach out and touch them. Maybe even lick them.It must be her, I thought, and not some downloaded video she found. Otherwise there would be no chances to take.Her body was still, and all I saw was the pussy in front of me. And then after about thirty seconds of silence, a voice came on with the video, and at the same time, two hands reached down and spread open her pussy, and I saw the pink, velvety folds and smooth moist flesh within. A voice, as her fingers began to slide along her lips, along the edges of her fleshy paradise??I loved your video. More than I have time to express in this short video. I wanted to show you, and not just tell you, what it did to me, watching you expose yourself so completely for me. At first I was shocked, and then I was titillated, and then intrigued, as I watched you bring yourself to a climax that looked so gratifying. And then I just go so hot. So fucking horny and hot. I became wet just watching you play with yourself. My cunt was soaking wet just from the images I watched. I had to do something. I had to do otele gelen escort (http://cankayalar.com/ad-category/otele-gelen-escort/) anything. I needed to be fucked, but I was all alone, although watching you stroke yourself, I really didn?t feel completely alone. Part of me felt like we were in the room together, me watching you jack off right next to me. Your words so far have been so vivid, that I could almost imagine the things you would be saying to me, while I watched you masturbate. I felt I was with you. I felt so vulnerable watching you too, like you knew exactly what I wanted to see, and like you were right there with me. Like I was naked with you. So here I am now, naked for you, finishing the dialogue that you started. Here I am for you, and just for you, showing you what you have done to me. I hope it does to you what your video did to me. If it does, my apologies for the mess you?re gonna make when you cum again.?And then silence again, save for the sound of her breathing, as her hands caressed her sex, as she took her right hand and with her index finger and thumb, pinched her clit and pulled it out for me to see, stretching her silky pink flesh and then going back to rubbing herself along her labia.Then one finger sliding into her deep pussy, inserting it all the way until her hand rested up against her body, nowhere to go since she was all the way in. Then another finger, and then her insertion became a withdrawal, and then the two motions combined into a back and forth, in and out of her dampness. Good microphone on that camera, I thought, as I heard her wetness become apparent as she fucked herself with her fingers. The squishy wetness of her deep opening, her juices flowing freely, as her hand increased its tempo.She stopped. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and then she leaned over so her face was front and center in the screen, and then her fingers were brought up to her mouth and she tasted herself.