(If you missed the first part of this story, you can read it here: https://steemit.com/erotica/@jkhoff/buzz-in-the-night-fsolo-story-1-in-the-middle-of-nowhere-series).
I stared at my phone for what could have been hours.
or seconds.
After skipping more than one beat, my heart exploded in a mad race, my head spinning slightly. I attacked the phone, trying to pry whatever information it knew from it... the number--not on file, no idea who it might be. The message was just a text. no status, no photo, no nothing.
"Had fun?"
Had someone been watching me all this time? Someone... who? Nobody lived nearby...
The phone buzzed twice.
"Still there?"
Suddenly, I felt a chill. Even the rain seemed to feel the sudden cold, falling slower, heavier. I dug myself a nest under my plump duvet. Was I warming myself up... or shielding myself from the prying eyes of god-knows-who?
I... wasn't so sure.
Shivering, I reached for my phone, checked if the messages were still there--they were, of course--and without almost realizing what I was doing, I hit reply.
"Yes. Who are you?"
Send.
I must have been holding my breath for quite some time, because when finally two vibrations told me a message had come in, I gasped for air, hungrily.
"Bored. Wanna be friends?"
The nerve this guy has! I was getting angry... or perhaps just frustrated with burning curiosity. Again, i replied "Who are you?"
And once again time seemed to stretch infinitely between sending, and getting an answer. Was the little shit making me wait on purpose? He was waiting on purpose, playing with my head...
"Your friend. We are bored, we need a friend. How did you end up here, btw? evil in a previous life?"
I smirked, losing some of the tension I'd built up. "Well, maybe. Mom and Dad love it here. hermits... What about you? Where are you? Why did you as me if I had fun? --While I was writing that last message, the memory of that first message, and the moment it had arrived, hit me in the face like a brick. Had he... been spying on me? Where is this guy?!
"Sounded like you were having a good time! ;)"
"I'm from around here. Next-door neighbor, let's say."
My mind was rushing. Next-door neighbor? Here, in the middle of nothing? Our closest neighbors were the Gillys, and they lived at least 10 miles South. And had no kids, just the two old bat twin sisters, 85, and their lovely "boys", 59 the youngest. (Did I already mention how great this place is?)
"Are you spying on me?!"
Sounded like? It had sounded like I was having a good time? Was this bastard spying on me, somehow?? God, was I... furious? Worried? Well, yes... that and... a little aroused? I shifted uncomfortably under the sheets, realizing I was quite a bit wetter than I had been just minutes before. What the hell is wrong with me?--that's all I could think in that moment. Some unknown stranger is spying on me, in my room, enjoying a little... massage. and this excites me!?
I was screaming inside, but my yearning for more, for anything else to come into my life, to beat the grey everyday...
"Spying? Nah! Just... hanging out."
A quick tremor shook me. For an instant, like lightning hit my head and exploded between my thighs. I brushed myself with my hand, and felt wetter than I remember being.
"You like this?", i wrote with more malice I knew belonged to me.
"This what?"
He can't see me. I sighed. Relieved... or a little disappointed. I shook my head. Was I going completely mad? Had this place finally done a number on my frail, teenaged brain? The idea that someone could have been spying on my most intimate moments was... infuriatingly sensual. I turned on my stomach, and started chatting.
"Sending weird texts to random numbers?"
"I didn't send texts to random numbers. I wanted to make friends. with you."
I whispered to myself "sure, you fucking pig...", then replied "strange way to not introduce yourself..."
"Hey! I'm not a pig! Also, nice to meet you ^^"
I was halfway through my next message when it hit me... not a pig? I... fuck! He could hear me! I stared to my phone, unbelieving. Now I was angry. Which I realized made no sense, but... watching me was a little sexy, maybe. listening felt... weird.
"What the fuck?"
My phone didn't buzz back. Not after a minute, and not after five or ten. I kept glancing impatiently at the handset, making sure the feeble connection was still up, which it was, then finally when I was about to either give up or scream, the double buzz came.
"I was bored... sorry."
"I'm bored too." I replied much faster than I intended.
"Wanna hang out... like before? ;)"
How disgustingly shameless, this guy! That tinge of sexy anger was rising again... I could feel my heartbeat quicken just a bit.
"You like to listen?" I replied, not really sure I wanted to listen to my body. My head was quite firmly weirded out after all.
"You sounded very sexy"
Damn. No holding this kid back! Yet his undemanding insistence was tenderly arousing. I could feel he was pushing me, but it wasn't in a rough, or expectant way.
I almost jumped off my bed when a not-so-distant thunder exploded the quite routine of raindrops on glass. Suddenly, I felt very cold, very exposed... and very, extremely, horny. I touched my nipple, hard, and felt the lightning's electricity flow through my body.
I needed to warm up. badly.
"So you just like listening, then?"
"Not just... what do you mean?"
"Want a show? do you have CamChat?"
The phone went silent again. I was almost starting to worry I'd scared him off, when the phone buzzed once, telling me #listenandsee requested my friendship on CamChat.
How the shit... there again, with what I have in mind, who cares. I set all my info and pictures to private, then granted the request. Not that it would have made much difference, probably, considering how much he seemed to be able to do without any help at all.
I jumped off my bed and quietly checked outside my door... silence. everyone was asleep. perfect! I snuck into my small bathroom, and propped the phone against the mirror, on the little shelf above the sink. I turned on the camera and made sure it had a good view.
I stared at a miniature, headless me, completely naked and staring back, eyes fixated on my own form. I can't remember the last time I'd stopped in front of a mirror to actually look at myself.
I was quite surprised to see my breasts seemed quite a bit fuller than they had been... no shit my 34B's had been feeling a little tight these last few weeks. i flicked my nipple gently, almost surprised at just how hard it had become, a dark red nub atop an even darker circle. I say, I have nice tits, or so I told myself, enamored with my own excitement.
I checked the camera did not see my face at all, then finally pressed the "start video" icon below my new friends' name--what on earth was I doing?!
the phone hang for a second, then--before backing away, I wrote one last message.
"Let's be friends ;)"
I moved a few paces back, carefully observing myself in the small screen under the mirror. All of a sudden, I realized that he was watching me right now, I even remembered--just for an instant--that I had no idea who he was or where he was... but my pussy tingled enough to remind me what my body wanted.
I obliged.
I started fondling mu breasts, sensually rolling my hard nipples between my fingers. I squeezed and rubbed them, arching my back for maximum impact, and after a while, content with the spectacle I was putting on, I let one of my hands abandon my chest for bushier grounds.
I soon felt the familiar moist feeling of my excited pubes, and with my knees trembling i brushed them away from where I knew my clit was hiding, expectant.
I teased myself, sucking in air whenever i let my finger brush near enough that very special button I knew tucked right there. As I explored my body more deliberately than ever before, I stared at my phone, trapped by my own lustful reflection, taken by the idea that somewhere, some guy was looking at me. completely.
As my knees begun trembling even more, I traced my lips with one finger, then I did it again, and finally, the third time, i let my index finger push gently through, deeper and deeper inside me. I could feel my finger inside me, not filling, but present, and pleasant.
With my other hand I started rubbing hungrily at my clit, while my finger stopped wriggling and started pumping me. in and out, slowly at first, but less and less so with every stroke. I could feel my knees shake violently now, and I only barely followed what was happening on the screen in front of me. My breathing, much heavier now, broke into hushed cries and whispered moans, as I tried to balance my instinct to scream like a woman in heat, and my fear of being heard and discovered.
Shocked, I held my breath, my phone's screen had gone blank all of a sudden. I was too far gone to think about it, but catch my attention it did. I groaned, loudly, when the dark empty space welcomed the somewhat pixelated image of a throbbing, erect penis. While the program adjusted, I could barely make out shapes, but soon I was furiously pumping my index--soon joined by my middle--fingers deep inside my drenched pussy following the rhythm the hand around that hot shaft set.
I could hear faint grunts coming from the speakers, but I soon drowned any noise with my own, barely able to stand as my knees threatened to buckle any second now, as I ravaged myself without mercy. My imagination running wild, I could see myself holding my "new friend's" cock, helping him stroke it, faster and faster.
I didn't quite know, but by the time the phone started grunting harder, I was kneeling on the floor, obscenely spread, my hands moving so fast droplets of passion were racing down my thighs. My eyes narrow, I stared at the pulsating shaft as it launched a thick, White streak. and another. Then more, potency subsiding, until I could see the cum running from its head down the now-steady hand while its owner panted.
This was too much.
I managed to suffocate a shriek, then tensed, shaking. Part of me knew I was cumming, but this wasn't... this... I felt my own hand squeeze my breasts, hard. The obscene, wet slapping noise emanating from between my legs only added to my own ecstasy, and I could feel my pussy squeeze and suck on my fingers, famished.
Then the lights went out for an instant, and I felt the cold floor hit my body.
As I lay there gasping for air, the world seems to slowly start to move again. The raindrops start hitting the skylights again, the faucet leaks, I can even feel my heart beat.
After what seemed like an eternity, I stood up. Scared and embarrassed, I looked at my phone, which lay still under the mirror, where I had placed it earlier, it's prying camera disgustingly gaping, taking in my every vulnerability.
The screen was again dark, showing just a small copy of me in the bottom right corner. I picked it up, quickly, and closed the chat program. Guilt and shame hit me at the same time, like bricks, but they paled compared to the excitement and pleasure I'd just felt. Never had an orgasm been so intense, so much fun...
I checked my messages. empty.
I stared at the phone for a minute, then I hit compose.
"Had fun?"
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