Business woman and cam girl on special vacation – part 3

Isabel sat back and smirked, just watching her chat for a moment. “What do you guys all bet me that I won’t, hm?”

I could see where this was going. I couldn’t tell if it was Isabel’s plan, or if she was getting caught up in her own games. I put my dress back on again either way. It would be needed.

Isabel reeled her viewers in slowly, knowing they were on the hook. I heard the steady sound of tips coming through that indicated she had some very horny watchers at the moment who really wanted her to do something in particular. She lazily rattled off odds and bets, sounding more like a bookie than I’d ever heard her before, all the while casually taunting her chat that they were all wrong, and that she definitely would kiss me. It was an odd sort of betting in that Isabel wasn’t risking anything at all, money-wise, and I was pretty sure everyone was hoping she’d win.

“Hey V!” Isabel called louder than necessary, carrying on pretending that I was somehow too far away to hear all the very obvious conversation she’d been having.

“Yeah?”

“Wanna come do some more spanks?”

“Sure.”

My heart pounded and I trembled a little as I slipped my sunglasses on and approached. I was nervous for reasons I didn’t entirely understand. We’d kissed already. It wasn’t like this would be the first time or anything. But it was for an awfully large audience, which made a difference.

It made things more official, in that respect. Kissing in front of people we knew, or at least Isabel knew. That was a step or two beyond kissing in private.

I pretended to be surprised when Isabel leaped to her feet and kissed me, rather than bending over for her spankings. I acted like I hadn’t known exactly what was coming. Luckily I didn’t need to act very well, because I couldn’t have. Once our lips were locked, my face was mostly hidden anyway.

“You’re bad,” I whispered in Isabel’s ear.

“I needed a kiss. What can I say?”

“Seems like you made some decent bank off of it too.”

“Who, me?” Isabel asked innocently.

We had to break apart sooner than I wanted, or else break the illusion that it had been a spontaneous and unprepared event. I contrived to appear shocked at Isabel’s audacity, while she did her best to look innocent and contrite. Neither of us did a very good job, but we did well enough, it seemed.

“Sorry, I had to win a bet,” Isabel said.

“Oh really?” I said, putting my hands on my hips. “I think you just want to take advantage of me.”

“Nooo, it’s them,” Isabel said, pointing at her laptop screen. “They made me.”

I snorted derisively. “Uh huh, sure. Bend over, you’re getting some seriously hard spanks this time.”

“No! I don’t actually need any. It was a ruse!”

I ignored Isabel’s protest and bent her over anyway. I smacked her ass good, counting silently to ten spanks. Technically maybe I should have tried to get a chat tip for those spanks, but I couldn’t be bothered. My own personal agenda wasn’t quite as mercenary as Isabel’s.

I rather smugly enjoyed the look of arousal in her eyes when she looked up at me after. She would have jumped me right there if she didn’t still have a show to run. If I understood her well enough, and I was definitely getting there, it wasn’t so much the physical act of spanking her as it was my brief moment of physical dominance, including her audience to witness it.

“Hope it was worth it, guys,” Isabel pouted, rubbing her bum to garner sympathy. “That was vicious just now. Look, you can see her hand print on my butt cheek and everything.”

I stepped out of camera shot and smirked at Isabel, giving her a long, steady gaze, trying to convey that I’d spank her even worse if she gave me an excuse, and that as soon as her show was done I’d be all over her. Eye fucking her at my very finest, in essence.

It was so easy, too. I slowly fell into my cold, unflinching office facade that I’d employed so many times before. The one I’d always thought of as neutral, and a way to deal with office politics or obnoxious coworkers without actually having to do or say anything questionable. And the one that, according to Isabel, felt like being eye dommed when she was on the receiving end.

The hardest part was keeping it up while she squirmed and gave me big, pitiful eyes, clearly getting even more worked up and begging me to stop while she was trying to concentrate. I just carried on fully enjoying myself and teasing the hell out of Isabel.

She was all over me as soon as her show was done. Basically what I’d expected, but if anything even far more successful than I could have anticipated. She was downright ferocious until I managed to make her cum and calm her down some.

“God, V, you don’t know what you do to me sometimes,” Isabel told me.

I looked up from between her legs, her taste fresh on my lips. “I think I do, actually.”

She smiled and stroked my hair. “It’s getting dark. Wanna go cuddle inside?”

“Absolutely I do.”

We snuggled inside and watched the sunset. Isabel poured us some wine, and did quite a good impression of a wine snob as she served the both of us. Most of her snippets of information came straight from me, and I was fairly certain the rest was pure fabrication.

“I’ll be sophisticated yet,” Isabel said, settling down with me again.

“And what if I like you just the way you are?” I asked, nibbling on her ear.

She giggled and squirmed away from my nipping teeth. “Haven’t thought that far ahead,” she admitted.

We watched a movie on her laptop while we sipped wine, whispered sweet nothings to each other, and got increasingly handsy. I kept going for her neck and ear, licking and sucking on her with wild abandon. Isabel, meanwhile, spent more time caressing me lower down than that, specifically slipping her hand between my thighs, trying to be casual about teasing my pussy.

It was quite a fun game we played, and nearly resulted in spilling drinks or kicking over the laptop more than once. I calmed down some once I came on Isabel’s fingers, only belatedly realizing how badly I’d needed that release. It was all too easy to get used to a state of elevated horniness around her and not fully grasp how bad I had it.

We took a break for snacks, an impromptu and informal supper of sorts. Our mutual nudity was distracting but welcome. Then it was back to more naked cuddling under a blanket for the rest of the evening.

“I’ll have to stop spending all my days over here,” I murmured. “You’ll get tired of me for sure.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” Isabel whispered back. “I’d go crazy without you. But then, I go crazy with you too.”

“Hm, Isabele. We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?”

“Mmhm!” Isabel’s eyes fluttered wide open and intent. “V? How many… how many people have you been with? Seriously, I mean. Not just flings or whatever.”

“You really want to get into that now?”

“Kinda. I’m just curious.“

“Are you curious because you want to know if I’m serious with you? Or… are you feeling jealous of my past relationships.”

Isabel shrugged. “Kinda the first one, I guess. I don’t really care who you’ve been with. Just… something really serious would be new to me. And… and I’ve never actually had a girlfriend before at all. But I like thinking that you’re my girlfriend now.”

I kissed her. “I like thinking that too.”

Kisses distracted Isabel for a few minutes, but she prodded me for an answer again eventually.

“It’s a hard question,” I said. “Relationships always seem different at the time to what they are in retrospect. I’d say… there were two serious ones? Partly judging by how long they lasted as much as anything.”

“Time’s the main thing, isn’t it?” Isabel said. “Like… I think that’s the difference between a fling and a relationship, mainly. Isn’t it?”

“That’s one way to look at it. And it’s probably generally the best indicator. Or the easiest, at least.”

“Both were guys?”