She was going to do it again. There was no need to rush, no need to hurry. She had all afternoon for this, and she was going to enjoy it… even though she had no idea who was watching.
Ella sat back on the lush, blue chair, her body draped in a long, white cotton shirt, the kind that men often wore and she often stole from the closet of such men. This shirt was hers—there had been no men in her life as of late, and she was fine with that. They were such a distraction, anyway. Of course, there had been no one at all in her life recently, as was the fate of the world in the current times she found herself living in.
Ella extended her long, bare legs in front of her. The dark, red polish on her toes stood out from her pale white skin. She was longing for a tan, but it might be weeks, or months until she would be able to leave the house. The orders to remain indoors were strict. That was fine too. She could live without a tan… but she couldn’t live without what she was about to do next.
Ella stared ahead at the tiny camera set up across the room. It had arrived on her doorstep several weeks ago in a slim, anonymous package addressed to her. Inside the box was a sleek new video camera and a small, metallic box that looked like some sort of Wi-Fi router, accompanied by a simple set of instructions. All she had to do was plug in the device, and press the camera’s only button to turn it on. Then, she was to touch herself.
For her efforts, she would be paid £300 each time she performed a female masturbation tease.
That was it.
There were no other instructions.
She had no idea who her voyeur was.
At first, Ella thought it was some sort of joke. She thought maybe one of her friends, or a former colleague was just playing a prank on her. Yet no one contacted her. After letting the camera sit on her coffee table for a couple of days, curiosity got the better of her. She plugged it in and turned it on. She poured herself a glass of wine, staring at the mysterious, silent lens for nearly an hour as if it were going to jump off the table and start talking to her. She waved to it. She walked in front of it. She smiled at it, feeling a bit silly. Then again, after weeks of being alone, nothing felt silly anymore.
Gathering up a bit of nerve, Ella slid her hand down the inside of her shirt and caressed her breasts. This was going to be a sexual fantasy she was going to enjoy to the full. Her fingers found the hard buds of her nipples and she pinched them, letting out a soft sigh. Ella arched her back and moved her hips in a slow, sensual circle, letting her hands roam over her body. A shiver ran through her. She hadn’t touched...
...to read the rest of this story please login or register to read the full story free.Get instant access to this and all the sensual naughty stories by renowned erotic authors for FREE just click here now
Read all about the wonderful author: Sidney Sitravon
wow