Biker_Faerie
Faerie
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Jane Smith stood in front of the bathroom mirror and applied the finishing touches to her make up. She studied her reflection and was pleased with the result. Her large breasts were a bit on the obvious side in the outfit she’d chosen but that didn’t matter, she probably wouldn’t have it on for too long anyway, she thought to herself.
Her husband, Paul was in the bedroom setting up the camera and adjusting the lighting. Jane had never web-cammed for a bunch of strangers before but she was excited at the prospect.
It had all started when Paul had bought himself a new camera. He liked taking photos and he liked taking photos of Jane in particular. They’d had a few of the ones he was most proud of framed and displayed in their apartment in London's Docklands. Both of them's favourite was the one in the bedroom. It showed Jane standing in front of a window, in a hotel room overlooking Lake Garda. The sunlight flooded into the room shining through Jane's see through nightgown, exposing her lithe figure and naked silhouette.
Some people might have felt a bit self conscious about it, but not Jane, she was a bit of a show off. She fancied herself as an amateur ‘influencer’. Her instagram account had well over ten thousand followers and her content showed her in various locations, basically looking sexy. All of the posts and reels were shot and edited by Paul. Often they were quite revealing, but never in bad taste.
Jane knew she was a long way off being a true influencer. She'd never managed to blag any free stuff or paid promotions but to be honest she didn't need to. Paul's job in the City earned enough to pay for things anyway. She just enjoyed the attention that her instagram account gave her.
“It’ll be great for your instagramming and you can even connect it to the internet and live -stream,” Paul had told her as he showed her his new camera’s features. “We could even have our own sex cam channel...”
The suggestion had hung in the air after Paul had made it, begging for a response.
“That would be fun,” Jane replied, knowing it would be all the encouragement Paul needed. "As long as it's anonymous."
Jane was twenty five and had been married to Paul, who was a couple of years her senior, for just over a year now. She still couldn’t believe how lucky she’d been to marry her Prince Charming.
She worked as a promotions girl at exhibitions and sporting events. It was the ideal job for her and, with her large breasts, slim figure and platinum blonde hair she was in demand, especially for male oriented events. She'd met Paul at the London Motorcycle show, two years ago. She'd been working on one of the manufacturer's stands, wearing a skin tight lycra suit that left nothing to the imagination. He'd walked up to her and asked her whether she'd like to go out on a date. Tens of guys must have asked for her number that day but he'd been the only one she'd given it to.
Paul had called her that night and the following weekend he'd taken her out to a fancy restaurant in his Porsche. She'd gone back to his apartment and they'd had incredible sex on the first date. She'd wondered if that had been a mistake but three months later he asked her to move in with him. Within a year they were married. It had been like a fairytale.
Jane slipped the mask over her face, checked that it wasn't going to fall off then walked into the bedroom.
"I'm ready," she told her husband.
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Her husband, Paul was in the bedroom setting up the camera and adjusting the lighting. Jane had never web-cammed for a bunch of strangers before but she was excited at the prospect.
It had all started when Paul had bought himself a new camera. He liked taking photos and he liked taking photos of Jane in particular. They’d had a few of the ones he was most proud of framed and displayed in their apartment in London's Docklands. Both of them's favourite was the one in the bedroom. It showed Jane standing in front of a window, in a hotel room overlooking Lake Garda. The sunlight flooded into the room shining through Jane's see through nightgown, exposing her lithe figure and naked silhouette.
Some people might have felt a bit self conscious about it, but not Jane, she was a bit of a show off. She fancied herself as an amateur ‘influencer’. Her instagram account had well over ten thousand followers and her content showed her in various locations, basically looking sexy. All of the posts and reels were shot and edited by Paul. Often they were quite revealing, but never in bad taste.
Jane knew she was a long way off being a true influencer. She'd never managed to blag any free stuff or paid promotions but to be honest she didn't need to. Paul's job in the City earned enough to pay for things anyway. She just enjoyed the attention that her instagram account gave her.
“It’ll be great for your instagramming and you can even connect it to the internet and live -stream,” Paul had told her as he showed her his new camera’s features. “We could even have our own sex cam channel...”
The suggestion had hung in the air after Paul had made it, begging for a response.
“That would be fun,” Jane replied, knowing it would be all the encouragement Paul needed. "As long as it's anonymous."
Jane was twenty five and had been married to Paul, who was a couple of years her senior, for just over a year now. She still couldn’t believe how lucky she’d been to marry her Prince Charming.
She worked as a promotions girl at exhibitions and sporting events. It was the ideal job for her and, with her large breasts, slim figure and platinum blonde hair she was in demand, especially for male oriented events. She'd met Paul at the London Motorcycle show, two years ago. She'd been working on one of the manufacturer's stands, wearing a skin tight lycra suit that left nothing to the imagination. He'd walked up to her and asked her whether she'd like to go out on a date. Tens of guys must have asked for her number that day but he'd been the only one she'd given it to.
Paul had called her that night and the following weekend he'd taken her out to a fancy restaurant in his Porsche. She'd gone back to his apartment and they'd had incredible sex on the first date. She'd wondered if that had been a mistake but three months later he asked her to move in with him. Within a year they were married. It had been like a fairytale.
Jane slipped the mask over her face, checked that it wasn't going to fall off then walked into the bedroom.
"I'm ready," she told her husband.
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