The Spare Room (Natasha's Perspective)

by Natascha Sharpe

This is my first attempt at a story. I'm writing one from the woman's perspective, and then a follow up describing the same events but from the girl's perspective.

Natasha set the night vision web cam up on the table at the top of her staircase then led the thin cable into the spare room where her computer was. Hopefully the cable was hidden behind the desk leg and was black anyway so it would be obscured by the dark coloured carpet. "OK perfect." she thought to herself. She positioned the webcam into the potted plant on top of the table and made sure it was hidden by the leaves, then went back to her computer to test and make sure she had a clear view of the landing. It was ready to go, now she could see on her computer screen when Emma came out of her room at night to go to the bathroom. Emma would have to walk towards the spare room before turning into the bathroom, and Natasha could monitor how close she got. All there was left to do now was wait until nightfall.

*later that night*

"Have you finished your drink?" said Natasha to Emma as she tucked the 11 year old brunette in bed.

"Yes thanks. Can I watch TV in bed?"

"No you'll never get to sleep otherwise. Just relax and get some sleep, I'm going to bed now anyway," Natasha said softly. "Goodnight."

Natasha kissed Emma on the forehead.

"'Night," said Emma before turning over.

Natasha closed the door behind the young girl. She was filled with excitement and nervousness at the thought of what she was about to do, she even started shaking as she walked back along the landing to he spare room.

She turned off all the lights. The house was in complete darkness apart from the glow from her computer monitor. Natasha pushed the door to so there was a fairly large gap, enough to see into the room and onto the large widescreen monitor from the landing.

She removed her tanktop and let it drop to the floor, untied her tracksuit bottoms and slowly pulled them down her legs and onto the floor before stepping out of them. With shaking hands she attempted to unclasp her bra, eventually it snapped apart and fell, exposing her soft and round breasts. Her nipples both protruded out from her soft flesh as the air caught them. She stood there naked trying not to make a sound... maybe she should have waited a few minutes for Emma to drop off... she didn't want the young girl to move too early.

Slowly and quietly she sat down and opened up a web browser on the computer and went to the first porn video site she could find. Headphones were on so she could hear the soundtrack without having to make too much noise.

The outrageously graphic sexual images played themselves out across the screen. Natasha started to caress her already wet mound, parting her moist labia and pushing two fingertips between the groove into her deep crevass before quickly pulling them out and rhythmically rubbing across her exposed flesh.

The video depicted two women in a 69 position passionately burying their faces into each other's wetness. The noise was amazing, two female voices muffled and moaning with pleasure. Natasha rubbed her clit harder, she needed to cum quickly, and quickly the pleasure built up in her chest and through her body. She let out a small yelp as the orgasm took its grip, before holding her breath and letting the waves of pleasure pass through her small frame. Her whole body shuddered as the feeling passed. She gently exhaled and looked down at her breasts. They were beginning to start glistening with tiny beads of sweat and small ripples were barely visible across her soft skin as her heartbeat continued to pound her chest.

She looked at the night vision webcam monitor. Nothing yet. Still it had only been a couple of minutes and she was already more relaxed. A few more orgasms to pass the time... she gently started rubbing....

Almost an hour had passed and Natasha hadn't stopped masturbating. She had lost count of the amount of orgasms she'd given herself. She had moved on to using lubricant to make sure she could keep going without getting sore. She stopped and took a drink of water she had prepared herself earlier before laying back to watch another video.

Suddenly movement appeared on the webcam monitor in the corner of the screen... she sharply inhaled as she reacted to the intial shock. "This is it," she thought to herself. Her heart began pounding and she started to shake nervously.

She turned the volume down on her headphones so she could hear Emma as she watched the small monitor.

Emma just looked like a white object moving closer. Natasha could hear the floorboards creaking.

"Don't react" she said to herself "Let her peek through and pretend you haven't seen her". Natasha didn't want the young girl to be embarrassed at what she saw so it was imperetive that she did not react and just kept on masturbating.

The figure on the monitor slowed down as it approached, before disappearing off the monitor.

The bathroom light came on and then faded out.

Natasha's heart was racing, she kept rubbing. She wanted to get this right - the facade of pretending not to hear anything beause of the headphones and not seeing anything by being too transfixed to the monitor. A few moments later she heard the toilet flush and the cistern refill with water. Emma was taking her time coming out. Maybe she already saw?

Just then Natasha heard the bathroom door open and Emma creeping out. The bathroom light went out. Natasha kept rubbing her soaking wet pussy as she kept her eyes firmly on the screen. It felt exhilarating, scary, nerve racking and hugely enjoyable at the same time. How would emma react? She would definitely be able to see the porn flick playing on the computer and hear Natasha in there.. would she peek round the door? Natasha's instinct told her yes. Would she be completely freaked out by what she saw and scarred for life? Hopefully not, but it was a possibility. Would she be turned on? well that was the idea....

Natasha could hear and see movement through the headphones and via the webcam. Emma was clearly too curious to go straight back to bed. In her peripheral vision Natasha could just make out something moving behind the door.. she was being watched! she kept her eyes on the video and inserted two fingers deep into her wet cunt, curling her fingers inside firmly against her vaginal walls, and then with the other hand rubbed her clitoris quickly. This time she could make as much noise as she wanted. She could feel an orgasm coming on, but this was more intense than the last. The feeling built up further and further until her body surrendered to orgasm, but this time as she peaked, several jets of water shot out from her pussy and onto the floor as her body spasmed.

As she recovered she lay back in the chair, with her eyes closed.

She looked at the webcam monitor. She could see Emma standing there barely moving, apart from what looked like her right hand in between her legs.

Natasha smiled to herself and decided to try and call it a night. She dried herself off with a towel, closely keeping an eye on the webcam. Emma had started to very slowly and cautiously move off towards her bedroom.