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Almost a year has passed since that fateful Thursday with Cutie, and I definitely fell down on the job of documenting it all. It was such a blur immediately after and even fuzzier now, but I'll see if I can pick up where I left off. If I can't, we'll obviously have to do it again as a refresher.

So, Cutie and I had made our way to the king-sized bed in my hotel room. We each had our laptops and our bag of toys next to us, and were in bras and panties at this point. We stopped to take a few pictures while chatting and teasing the room.

Cutie went into the bathroom to get a towel (anticipating wetness?) and found a bottle of massage oil I (cough) happened to have with me. With a towel, the massage oil and an evil gleam in her eye, she came back to the bed and we got naked.

Things that are especially blurry as far as the order they occured in at this late date, but I know happened:

She spanked my ass, on the request of a friend. I snapped her with the riding crop, very lightly, or so I thought, but enough so it would make a nice SNAP noise, and it instantly raised a big red welt on her creamy skin and I felt terrible!

She uncapped the massage oil and rubbed some on her amazing tits, and then... she rubbed some on mine! It was the first time I've ever had a woman rubbing my chest, and I think I was laughing in astonishment, and enjoying the reaction we got from our audience. 

We had an array of cams open, friends and strangers, and she had another friend on Skype from her phone. It was complicated to try to keep our faces off cam with two differently oriented cams, but we tried, and made up for it with lots of us climbing around on our hands and knees, tits hanging, asses being smacked, a little squealing, a lot of laughing, criss-crossing of limbs and other bits of madness. Things were getting exciting.

Before you knew it, we were side by side, naked, oiled up with ginger scented oil (that warms your skin up nicely, not that we were having trouble with that) and both of us with our laptops between our open legs.

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Where were we?

Ah, yes, Cutie was behind me, with her computer on the (king-sized) bed. She was bouncing a bit on a yoga ball while I sat at the desk. We were starting to tease in the room a little bit. I was running my fingers between my cleavage. I didn't really know what she was doing. I had a bunch of cams open, and since she was right there, I didn't think to turn hers on. At this point, as far as I knew, she was sitting in a tunic top & hot pink panties on a yoga ball behind me. (Her pants had mysteriously come off.) 

Someone whispered, "Cutie just flashed her pussy." I said, "Ha ha, nice try." He said, "Really."

I turned around, "Someone said you flashed your pussy." Cutie said, "What? No!" and by the time I turned back to my screen, I knew she was flashing her pussy.

Her boldness has always inspired me. When I was a shy scared new cammer barely showing clothed cleavage and I saw her going for it, I pushed myself to show a little more, and surprise surprise. It was fun.

Now, in the same room, I'm in a short skirt and a tshirt, and she's in panties behind me. It seems, suddenly, that something might actually happen. Something beyond flashing our cleavage to our friends in the room. We are still laughing at our funny friends, and at the situation, and at the people we have to put on ignore for being annoying.

We have both answered so many people who have asked us with what we thought might happen, but we've still never discussed it ourselves, and now here we are. Clothes starting to come off. Cutie was in a bra and panties behind me.

Among the various things I had packed was a riding crop. I got up from my seat & went to find it, and then stood behind cutie. I reached my arms around her and held it out. I swatted her very lightly on the chest & shoulders, mostly just showing the room that I had this with me. Since she had been sneakily doing things behind my back, I thought I should do something behind hers. I was right there on her cam, but her focus was elsewhere. (At the many cams on screen, plus chat.) I took off my shirt. (There's a picture of me with the crop around in front of her, with both of us in bras-- it's in her set of photos from that day.) 

Now things were happening. It seemed like maybe we should check in on what we were actually willing to do. As it turns out, we had been thinking about pretty much the same thing, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. (I am SHY. Do you get that?) 

Cutie said she was thinking that perhaps, if I was up for it, we could do-- you know-- what we usually do. When we are on cam. And into it. And really perving for our friends. But instead of being in our own homes, we could do it side by side on the bed. I was probably blushing and smiling with an enormous grin at the same time. I nodded in agreement. We both pulled out our bags of toys, moved our computers to be side by side on the bed, facing the headboard, and we climbed onto the bed, our toys spread out beside us.

(To be continued, yet again. Yadda yadda.)

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The day in question arrived. I was nervous, but excited. Cutie and I had been in chat on and off in the previous days talking up our "date."

I had other obligations earlier in the day, but Cutie was going to knock off work early and meet me back at my hotel in the late afternoon. I had no idea what to do to prepare. I wasn't sure if I would have time to come back and change, plus, what do you wear for a potential camming date? I put on relatively plain black panties and a matching bra. One of the few I have that has stretch lace, in case you want a boob to be able to sneak out quickly. 

I figured if we cammed maybe I'd flash a boob. (Our previous meeting, we had tried to stealthily take a cleavage picture, which proved impossible since we were on the street, it was 29 degrees out, and we are not anywhere near the same height.) 

I made it back to my hotel a few minutes before our appointed meeting time. I put my discreet bag of toys on the desk in the hotel. I washed up. And just then she texted from downstairs. We were perhaps going to get a drink, but it was early and she had a ton of stuff with her (laptop, more toys, etc) so I went down to meet her in the lobby and bring her up to the room. 

The hotel is some sort of fitness theme hotel. It has yoga mats, blocks and a yoga ball in every room as well as cork floors. I was sitting at the desk, and Cutie set up her computer on the edge of the bed and sat on a yoga ball. And then we both went into chat.

This is where it gets a little crazy. So many people were talking to both of us. Whispering, opening private chats, plus we were both on Skype where friends were also messaging us. It was fun to see so many old friends in chat who hadn't been there for a while.

One of the things I enjoyed about chat when I first got here is that there were a bunch of funny people. Sure, the sex chat was novel, in a way, and camming was totally new to me (at the time) but a bunch of people to joke around with while looking at cocks-- it made it entertaining. And people in chat were being hilarious. Bordercrossing and Harmoire come to mind.

People were whispering me in several languages and also in crappy English, and I vowed to read all of those outloud. So people started sending me intentionally bad whispers to read.

It was good that the new chat had such improved sound. Cutie and I were able to talk out loud and most people could hear us well. (And yes, Cutie did sing a verse or two of the Lonely Goatherd song from The Sound of Music to our special friend who happens to be a lonely goatherd.) 

Things were silly. And in my hotel room, Cutie was behind me, so I couldn't actually see what she was doing. As it turns out, she was flashing her boobs. Then she confessed she had done something different that day...

... she had worn panties.

Before I knew it, she was on the yoga ball in pink panties bouncing around behind me.

More soon.

The true story of how I lived your fantasy, or How I got to spend several hours with Cutiepie51 in a hotel room

First of all, I know a lot of you saw the cam show in question, and I know Cutie has started blogging about it as well. I'd like to say that while I'm going to try to write down what happened, it was all such a blur. I wouldn't be surprised if I remember things out of order, or completely differently than you may have seen them. 

Cutie and I met about a year ago when I was passing through her city. I only had about a half hour to spare. We had become good friends online and had a lot of (online) friends in common. I had met a couple people from here, but never a woman. Even though no shenanigans were anticipated, I was incredibly nervous to meet her. It ended up being super fun, and I was heartbroken that we did not have time to really get to know each other. As she mentioned in her own blog post, it is really great to have women friends here, because it's not something I'm out about with my real-life friends. Ever since then, we have been saying we needed more time together.

When I needed to make a trip to the east coast, I worked hard to squeeze in a couple days in Cutielandia.

We agreed to meet. We figured out a day when we'd be able to do it. This was all done openly in chat, and of course a part of it was the fun of seeing all of our online friends get excited about the prospect. We spoke teasingly of it. "Should I pack toys?" Stuff like that. We were truly planning to meet but all of the implied perving-to-be was for the benefit of the room.

But then-- people started asking me what we were actually going to do. I didn't know. Meet for a drink? Catch up on gossip? I figured we would cam, but would it be us pressing our (clothed-ish) boobs together? As I am sure Cutie also did, I had many conversations with people whispering me their own fantasies for our meeting. The funny thing was, Cutie and I never discussed this! We only talked about it with our mutual friends. And some of those friends seemed hell-bent on brokering a deal-- trying to do whatever they could to get us excited about getting together and living out their dream version of the two of us on one cam.

Really, these conversations were fun. Many were silly. Many were eyeroll-inducing. I laughed a lot. This will be a recurring theme.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago when I was packing for this trip. I usually travel with a favorite toy or two, but after a certain incident involving my favorite steel toy and the TSA, well... (stop laughing) (YES, YOU. I said stop laughing.) (We're closed.) I decided after all to pack the favorite steel toy. Thank fuck for that credit card that gives me a free checked bag on every flight, let's just say. I threw in a few other little items. I wondered the whole time if we would actually end up doing anything on cam besides maybe flashing boobs. Would I end up embarassed that I brought a bag of toys to a coffee/cocktail date?

It's not like you guys don't know how this turned out. (SPOILER ALERT?) 

To be continued ...