Since I posted the original Anne webcam story I've had some health issues, including two surgeries. While recovering, I wrote this follow up to the original story. When I interviewed folks for publication, I tried to get into their minds and understand motives. The story becomes the subject's narrative. That style of writing is probably too long for a OCC posting, but....
Anne's marital issues led her on a path that went beyond the original webcam story. While writing my webcam article, I'd heard a variety of reasons why people used their cams, however Anne's story was uniquely compelling. I was not an actual witness for much of what follows, but I'll do my best to relate Anne's story as she told it. (And as I remember it). Allowing for her ego to provide self justification, I think that Anne was telling me her subjective truth.
I should emphasize that Anne and I have never been social friends. Other than the moments documented here, we've barely spoken. My interaction with Anne came about due to my being friends with her computer dealer and her coincidental casual friendship with my ex-wife. I've never discussed Anne with my ex, although her influence on Anne was obvious to me.
I heard from Anne about two months after the original webcam incident. Her webcam driver disk was corrupted and she needed a replacement. I would make her spare disks and deliver them to the courthouse where she was involved with a hearing. She would meet me near the main entrance of the courthouse during the lunch hour. Weather permitting, she and her colleagues usually ate lunch outside.
The main entrance to the courthouse was atop a 6ft high by 24ft wide set of deep concrete stairs that faced our main street. In warm weather, many courthouse employees sat on the steps to eat their lunch. Anne was sitting in the center of the top step. She was wearing a pleated navy blue skirt and white blouse. Her knees were pulled up to support a notebook. Her skirt fell away below her legs and her shoes were spread apart. She was bare legged and was wearing lacy white panties that stood out among the navy pleats. Her panty crotch was offset enough to expose much of her labia and pubic hair. It was a memorable display.
Anne saw me and stood up. I gave her the new disks and inquired about her computer. She sometimes worked from home. When she got phone calls or a fax, she often lost her internet connection. I had a used phone that would prevent that. She then asked if I had a longer serial cord for the webcam so that she could move it around. Yes. We set a delivery time for later that week. On the day of my appointment, she called and asked if I liked Chinese food. She was going to order a take out dinner and wondered if I would join her. Yes.
When I arrived at Anne's studio, I was wary about how she would receive me. I hoped that she would be sober. She was. One of the first things that I noticed was that there were sheer white curtains on the lower half of her front windows. The rear windows were still curtain free, but her exposure at the rear was minimal. The downstairs office extended 12ft beyond her rear wall. The walls of the next door buildings extended well beyond her studio, so she had a mostly private gently sloping 12x30 "sun deck" outside of her rear windows. The only building that had an unimpeded view of her deck was the rear part of a hotel that faced a side street.
Thanks to my telephone warning, Anne saw exactly how visible she was from the street due to the low window sills. The fact that I could clearly see her laying on her bed concerned her. She didn't care if people saw her undressed, but her legal background caused her to worry about the legal ramifications for being so obviously visible. The compromise was sheer curtains on the front windows. She then told me about the hotel.
The hotel was roughly 180ft away, across an alley and a valet parking lot for the hotel guests. As Anne's story progresses, the hotel almost becomes a character of its own. The hotel was once the pride of downtown. Its banquet and meeting rooms were always busy. It's restaurant was, and still is, a fine dining facility with excellent service. Food services, catering and the banquet / meeting facilities created the primary cash flow. Happy hour at the hotel lounge was where Anne and her husband got to know each other. The hotel was a business client of Anne's husband, but they both had friends there independent of their relationship. The room rates had to be low to compete with the national motel chains. Some rooms with tiny kitchens served long term guests. When Anne left her husband, she stayed at the hotel until her close friend, the hotel's assistant manager, told her about the nearby vacant studio apartment.
I was surprised at how warmly Anne received me because of the palpable tension created during my first visit to the studio. I was half expecting to be blamed for everything, but she was very relaxed. She was wearing a short sleeveless pink terry romper that zipped up the front.
Prior to eating, I connected her longer camera cord and set up a phone with a built in modem jack. Anne said that her viewers complained that her image broke up when she moved around. I explained that the refresh rate of dial up modems were not efficient at streaming. (90s tech). Her stream was more like a slide show. When Anne offered to pay me, I said that she overpaid me on my first visit. I did not want her money. She laughed and said that I earned the money for putting up with her emotional moments of madness. On that evening, she was generally feeling hostile toward men. Dinner was intended to apologize for her shameful behavior.
Anne was frankly introspective. Over dinner, she told me that it took her days to process what she had done on her webcam. Ultimately, she was not embarrassed about it. It was a very liberating event. The positive comments from viewers made her feel good at a time when she desperately needed that. The only thing that really shamed her that evening was that I had seen her staggering drunk and throwing up. I barely knew her, but she now treated me like an intimate confidant because we had shared that unique experience.
Ironically, after swearing me to secrecy, Anne apparently told my ex-wife an abbreviated version of her webcam adventure. My ex said that I would not tell tales. Therefore, I was the only person with whom Anne could honestly talk about that evening. Due to her positive demeanor, I was more willing to discuss personal things than the first time, but I was surprised about how graphic her descriptions were. I became slightly wary of her motives.
Anne loved her husband. She walked away in a fit of jealousy, but she really wanted to save her marriage. However, she admitted that it was a rush knowing that thousands of people, when lurkers were considered, had seen her naked. At first she had logged on daily, but had since cut that down to about three times per week. She enjoyed the comments, especially when they were vulgar and graphic. After a show, if she barely touched herself, she had a massive orgasm. Any guilt that she felt was, in her mind, her husband's fault. .
When brooding about her situation, Anne completely blamed her husband. He was always looking at other women. That was humiliating and depressing. She decided to humiliate him in return as her revenge. Whatever happened going forward, she convinced herself that her husband was responsible. I told her that her logic was flawed. She was the one who left.
Anne said that our shared webcam event was a spontaneous occurrence. It only happened because of the confluence of opportunity and her particular mood that evening, influenced by way too much alcohol. Had I not mentioned my article about webcam communities, she would not have known what to do. (Subtly blaming me?) Her motive for going on her webcam was for affirmation that she was still able to attract men. But she had already decided to make her husband jealous. She wanted to get noticed by men generally, and specifically by her hubby's peers. She wanted men that he knew to talk about her. She knew that she was still attractive and fit, but she had to be very aggressive in order to compete with the younger women that her husband seemed to like.
Enter my ex-wife. Anne and my ex were not close friends. They met at their hair dresser and occasionally played tennis. They didn't visit or go out together. My ex heard about Anne's issues while chatting at the beauty salon. Anne was encouraged by my ex to buy revealing clothes and to "innocently" flash her goodies so that people would notice her. Anne should start her campaign by trading the frumpy bloomers that came with her little tennis dresses for flimsy nylon panties. Anne already knew that my ex got a lot of attention that way. When they played together, there were always those who appreciated watching my ex's exposed bottom.
The ex suggested one more thing and it was good advice. If Anne was going to change her behavior, she should try to protect her professional reputation in advance. Prearrange a sympathetic support group. Generally confide in her friends and colleagues about her plan. Anne chose her group from among her colleagues so that they would take whatever came in stride. They liked Anne. Some of them enjoyed being in on the plan and encouraged her, especially the men. It was going to be a little bit naughty but fun conspiracy.
On a Saturday morning shortly after our shared webcam event, Anne had a tennis date with my ex. She had agreed to play tennis in her flimsy white nylon panties. The hemline on the dress that she chose was so short that it didn't quite cover her butt. It was meant to be worn with big bloomers. For Anne, that was more stressful than masturbating on cam. Her bottom was going to be exposed with every move. She knew that her butt crack was visible through the thin material. That was different than being on her cam. Tennis was in her real world.
There were bleachers behind the indoor courts where people could watch. Because my ex could be counted on to put on a nice show, there were several watchers. On the morning when Anne first wore her nylon panties, she was nervous. She was already attractive enough to get attention, but the buzz ratcheted up. It was something that happens on tennis courts daily, but it was a major change for Anne. She was pleased by the compliments. After tennis, my ex took Anne for brunch at a local diner, both still in their tennis outfits. Anne was acutely aware that her panties were on display. My ex told her that context was the secret. People were not shocked to see butts in tennis togs. Her deliberate exposure was educational.
Afterwards, they stopped at a supermarket so that my ex could pick up a few things. Anne just walked along. She saw that a couple of men were obviously following them around, pretending to be interested in hair products etc. They reminded Anne of her husband, always looking. Were the men getting their jollies by looking at her butt? If so, were they cheating on their partners by looking at her? She decided that all parties were getting a little thrill. There were no victims. She casually hiked up her tennis dress's elastic waist to give the men a clear view. That made her wonder if she was being too hard on hubby when his eyes wandered.
After hearing about her tennis experience, I teased Anne about exposing herself while sitting on the courthouse steps, especially the partially exposed crotch. She laughed. She was glad that I noticed. She was at the courthouse 2 or 3 days per week, and weather permitting always ate her lunch outside. That evolved into becoming part of her plan to humiliate her husband.
She told me that every woman who sat on those steps in a skirt knew that their undies would probably show. In the grand scheme of things, it was no big deal. At most, it was a deniable form of mild exhibitionism. Everybody pretended that it wasn't happening. The pretending is an unwritten social contract that avoids embarrassment for all parties. It only offended the ladies when some guys would stop on the sidewalk and obviously gawk at them.
Anne, however, began sitting on the steps with a purpose. She always sat in the center of the top step whenever she was at the courthouse. She wanted to be noticed. After masturbating on her webcam, an upskirt was nothing. She always twisted her panty elastic so that her crotch was dislodged and revealed more. Pubic hair attracted eyes. Hubby's peers often came up those steps and said hello. When she saw them coming, she deliberately moved her knees apart to improve their view, knowing that her husband would hear about it.
Anne's male colleague support groupies would check her and make suggestions, like spread her feet more. Otherwise she wouldn't stand out from the other women. On any given warm day, at least a half dozen women in skirts were eating lunch on the steps. Anne said that she included the men in her support group to be sure that hubby would hear about her. She loved showing off to them in a way that would not have long term repercussions. She knew that they just wanted a peek themselves, but she gave them the chance for a long look without guilt.
Anne came to terms with the reality that she had become an avid exhibitionist. Social rules and fear for her reputation mostly kept her from being too outrageous, but being smutty on her webcam and talking to my ex had changed her in a fundamental way. That made her plan for revenge even more appealing, and having her support groupies made it acceptable.
Anne's childhood friend, the hotel's assistant manager, was her ally. His family lived next door and their bedrooms faced each other. As teens, they and their close friends would watch each other undress. It was just a game for them. They were never a couple, but they did engage in sex on occasion. Anne admitted that they had sex a couple of times since she was separated. Friends with benefits. At Anne's request, he verified that even from 150ft away, he could see her naked body from the hotel's large second floor fire escape landing. The landing was the designated smoking area for hotel employees. It was also a loading area for the second floor supply rooms, hence the large platform area. On weekends and evenings, she often sat on her deck in her undies and sometimes naked.. Her reason was similar to sitting on the steps. The hotel was her hubby's client. Many of the employees knew them both. Her friend told some of the employees about Anne's window. She wanted hubby to hear about it and be embarrassed.
My ex also suggested that Anne receive her home deliveries while just wearing her panties and a short T top without a bra. It might be bad taste, but within the privacy of her home, it was not illegal. Anne actually checked with the local sheriff. She frequently ordered take out food. Whether it was food, FedEx or a courier with legal documents for her to review, she buzzed them upstairs to be paid or to sign for the delivery. The legal couriers were often people from various local law firms. She acted like it was normal for her to just wear panties in her home.
Anne told me about several other ways that she exposed herself. In retrospect, I think that just telling me the gritty details of her activities was another way for her to expose herself, a secret personal thrill disguised as a frankness. She was pleasing herself by trying to arouse me.
After eating, she wanted to test the new webcam cable while I was there in case of problems. She moved the camera so that the lens looked up at her from a chair. She usually either laid back on her bed or stood for her shows. When sitting, her little tummy roll was obvious. Standing up, she had a relatively flat stomach. She asked me if I could deal with a sober naked lady.
She stepped out of her romper and was naked. When she had been online for about twenty minutes, she logged off but did not bother getting dressed. I just witnessed her masturbating with a brush handle in her anal cavity. I guess that modesty at that point was hypocritical. She was pleased when I told her that, without all the previous drama, she was very sexy. At that moment, I had no doubts that she was willing to take the next step. I was tempted, but I did not want to add to our "secrets". I had my own reputation to protect. In an emotional moment, she could throw my name up to her husband. I departed on a friendly basis.
I had only been with Anne twice. I was really a total stranger, but I heard intimate details about her marriage and watched her masturbate on her webcam. I think she treated me like one of her webcam fans, somebody to watch her perform. As before, the meeting ended with Anne being naked, although the second time was better. A year went by before I saw Anne again.
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