I did not know, how I even found myself there. Was I lonely? Was I bored? Was I craving adventure?

I don't think that matters. I somehow did it. I somehow found myself on the most popular camsite on the internet. And among dozens of girls with more or less perfect bodies, with more or natural breasts and more or less natural approach to the subject at hand I've found her.

She never showed her face. The first time I saw her, she was sitting on her couch, wearing tight jeans, a low-cut blouse that perfectly and invitingly accented her fake breasts trapped in a push-up bra. Her lips were painted with a cherry red lipstick as she nursed a glass of wine, casually chatting with everyone gathered in her chat. There was something appealing about her, something - besides incredible body - that was drawing me in. Needles to say - I stayed there.

She knew how to make a man's blood boil in excitement and arousal in many ways. First, there were the sexy outfits - always carefully chosen, perfectly placed on her figure. Ever since I've found her, she never was naked on her transmission. She preferred a completely different approach, by choosing her outfits that exposed very little, but the way the fabric hugged her body, the way she presented herself, the way she moved under certain angles... it worked wonders for you and your imagination. Then, there were the gestures. Sultry smiles, "innocent" fun with her clothes, where she mercilessly teased her viewers that pleaded her to show more. But my absolutely favorite thing in the world was the way she purred. It was hypnotizing, send shivers down my spine... and was the reason I kept calling her "Kitten".

Now her transmissions weren't always sexy. What captivated me about her was the fact that - in comparison to other girls that I've visited on cams - she wasn't always focused on sex. She liked to talk with her viewers, about all kinds of things. She was passionate about certain things, was nice, kind and had an incredible sense of humor. She liked to joke with them, flirt with them openly. I liked that. And in no shape of form, I am saying this because of my "regular viewer" status, and the fact that I was the guy she chatted the most with. That was sarcasm of course.

I liked being there, in her channel. Thanks to her, nights became definitely more exciting, thanks to the pleasure of admiring her, and her skills but thanks to the other people who visited her. Sure - there was a big chance that all she was doing was simply an act to earn some money, but honestly, I did not care. It's not like I know her personally, right?

I wonder what she's doing today. I thought involuntarily to myself as I took a sip of the scotch from the round glass that I was carrying around. I looked around the place, fighting with myself to groan and slam my head against the nearby table. Ugh. At least once per month me and my friends organized a big meet up, just to catch up and get drunk, but unfortunately, this month was a total bust - barely anyone showed, and those who managed to reach the bar, quickly divided into small groups, separating from each other.

"Hey, Phil?" my best friend's voice sounded somewhere from behind me. I turned around to face him, noticing an incredibly gorgeous brunette standing beside him and smiling at me warmly. I eyed her up very briefly... and then it happened. It took one brief look, towards her face and those familiar, red-colored lips. It took one look towards her the earring in her nose, one look towards the same low-cut blouse she wore more than once during her transmissions.

And then something inside me clicked. It felt like thousand pieces of an elaborate puzzle just fell into their places. I wasn't certain, but the possibility that it was her was enough to make my head spin.

It felt like a thousand fireworks got lit in my head.

No. No fucking way.

"This is Nicole, Angela's friend. It's her first time in here!"

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