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Clitoral Joy - Simon - 11-20-2025
Hanging out in her sun-drenched attic loft, Romy smiled as she sat doing absolutely nothing at all. It was a rare, cosy Sunday to herself. No demands. No noise. No distractions.
Drinking her coffee out of a black mug, Romy felt luscious. Upon waking that morning, her skin was tingling and warm. She’d gone into the bathroom and saw her reflection. Her hair curled perfectly around her face, framing it with playfulness. It was a shame no one else would see her, yet she still wanted her alone time. With that thought, Romy’s plan for the day formed in her mind.
It had been a few months since she’d logged into her webcam account. Between work and friends, she’d not had time for the best side hustle ever. It didn’t matter if any of her regular fans had moved on though. Romy was logging in for herself.
Setting up her laptop on the table next to her windows, Romy made sure the angles were right, then logged in. Within only a few seconds, a handful of viewers were watching her at her table wearing nothing but a white, button-down shirt. The sun-warmed air enveloped her long, brown legs as she crossed them. No matter whose eyes were on her, Romy revelled in feeling sexy.
The warmth of Romy’s fingers tickled and heightened her senses. Her fingertips glided over the silky skin of her thighs, and she imagined each viewer in the room with her. Romy glanced up at the camera, giving the audience a look that said, “You and I both are going to enjoy this.”
Though she’d never had the opportunity, Romy imagined being on a stage in a theatre, every seat filled with eager bodies and eyes that stripped her naked. Everyone would want her to uncross her legs. But it wasn’t their pace today. Her thighs parted a little. Romy’s smile widened, then she pushed her knees together. An impatient groan seemed to come through the speakers of her laptop.
The wait would be worth it.
Out of the corner of her eye, Romy spotted movement outside her window. Her loft was perfectly placed across the alleyway from a tall apartment complex. The skylights and floor-to-ceiling window into her loft were constantly unshaded. At any time of the day, she could see her neighbours, and they could see her. They weren’t strangers to seeing her strolling around her home in all manner of undress. Why not be comfortable even if that meant being nude? Why shouldn’t she have an audience when she gave herself joy?
Sometimes, Romy teased her neighbours like she teased her webcam audience. She’d stay out of sight but give everyone an earful. The moans were unmistakable. On quiet days, anyone who wanted to hear would notice the buzz of a toy pushing this naughty neighbour to climax over and over again. They’d hear her ecstasy-filled giggles, sighs of satisfaction, and self-fulfilled enjoyment of being that woman who is so close but unattainable.
What Romy never did, though, was talk to her audience. She rarely acknowledged anyone and never looked into the camera or locked eyes with anyone across the alley.
This show, however, would be different. Romy invited her viewers in with a wicked smile and teasing eyes.
“Today’s gonna be such a pleasant day. You know why?”
Giggling as she asked, Romy answered, “Because we get to spend it together.”
She lifted her coffee and locked her gaze onto her camera. That would be the moment her regulars knew this performance would be different. Then she glanced out the window. A neighbour who’d long discovered her exhibitionism was already watching.
As if he could hear her, she said, “I was looking forward to seeing you.”
She told all who could hear about her anticipation, about how she’d felt her sensuality from the moment she woke up.
Controlling the pace of the show and saying how warm it was in her loft, Romy slowly unbuttoned her silky top. The rising heat of her loft and her body threatened to make her sweat, but she planned to glisten in a new way for her audience.
“Today, I have this very exciting feeling.”
Next to her cup of coffee sat a glass bottle filled with clear, sun-warmed oil. It wasn’t time for the oil yet, but she couldn’t wait to imagine the light sparkling on it, highlighting her pussy as if anyone doubted what the most important part of this moment would be.
After a button was released and her viewer got only a hint of her chest and tattoo, she leaned forward, rubbed her leg, then reached for her drink again. There was no need to rush, even with the tension building between her legs.
After a sip of coffee, she pointed her perfect toes at her viewers.
“Is it OK if I open this for you?”
Her accent pushed her sexiness to another level.
She reached for another button on her pyjama top. Romy revealed more without bearing it all. Leaning in, her playful and open smile still inviting the viewer to take in all they could see of her, even while she limited their view.
Never neglecting the lovers of her legs, Romy stroked her skin, then ran her hands up to her top to release another button.
Across the alley, two more people had joined the audience. A couple on a higher level peered down through her skylights. They talked and smiled but weren’t touching. The man across the way—her usual peeping Tom—was already rubbing at his clothed crotch. She smirked as he was never shy, just like her. But a curious neighbour peeked through a curtain as if Romy couldn’t see them.
As if their curiosity egged her on, she told her greedy audience that she’d undo her shirt “a little bit more.” Lowering one shoulder of her top, Romy revealed her soft, brown breast and dark nipple. The man across the way opened his mouth, and she imagined she’d heard him groan.
What about her online viewers? What state of undress were they in? How many of them had oil and lube too? Were some stripping slowly along with her? Was someone out there getting head or fucking each other to her simple show of self-love? Had someone already cum?
The viewer count at the top of her screen grew. It had tripled from when she’d first logged on. It sent a thrill through her. What could be sexier than prioritising your own pleasure and knowing others got off on it too?
“I hoped we could spend time together,” she said to her camera. She playfully giggled as she laid back and fully unbuttoned her top. Her tongue ran across her lips, and the silver ball of her tongue piercing lightly clicked against her teeth.
It was time for a little pause. She opened and closed her legs, giving the viewers a brief glimpse of her swelling cunt. Romy grabbed her mug again, sipped her drink, and took her time. The only reward that truly mattered was her own climaxes. And there’d definitely be more than one.
Letting her shirt fall off both shoulders, knowing she was a gorgeous woman, Romy reached up and squeezed both of her breasts, pulling at her darkened nipples. She stroked her belly, running her hands past her bejewelled piercing and across the sheer fabric covering her eager mound. She spread her knees wide and ran her fingers down her clothed slit. The viewers could only imagine what she felt, and she could only imagine how they stroked and rubbed, waiting for Romy to reveal what was under the black lace.
“I’m gonna take these off now.” Romy paused, then added, “If you don’t mind.”
In her head, she could hear someone cheer, someone say, “I definitely do not mind,” and someone else moan with relief.
Pulling down her panties and lifting her legs to slide them off, Romy gave a hint of her pussy, swollen with anticipation. She smiled, knowing the view she provided would push everyone that much closer to orgasm.
Not yet, she thought.
Everyone watching would have to practically beg for the view. Hell, she wanted her own body to cry for release. But everyone, including her, would enjoy the anticipation and the way the sexual tension commanded the attention of every nerve in their bodies.
Romy dropped her panties on the floor, lowered her legs, and pulled them together. She rubbed her breasts and her body again, her face growing serious with lust. The man across the alley had his dick in his hand now, stroking feverishly. His mouth hung open. He looked like he might be close to cumming. It gave her chills to know she inspired that intensity. While she was a little disappointed that he couldn’t wait, there were still so many eyes on her. So many more opportunities for her sexual joy to ripple through others.
She would own this moment. And her clit yearned for her fingers.
Reaching down, her clit finally got attention.
“It feels so nice,” Romy said.
Not lingering long, her touch danced across her body.
She asked, “You know what would make it even better?”
Stopping to lift the bottle of oil, the glass quietly clinked as she removed the stopper. The oil poured slowly. It dripped onto her hands, ran through her fingers, and pooled onto the floor. A broad grin spread across her face. She smoothed the oil across her mound and breasts, making her body shine in the sunlight.
Her wet, slick hand moved back down to her clit. The oil moistened her, mixing with her trickle of juices. Romy’s pussy glistened.
The oil intensified her touch. The need for release was now in charge. She needed her orgasms to rip through her body, for the neighbours to cum when she did, for her viewers to cry out and moan along with her.
Not yet, she thought again. Denying her gratification was getting harder. But the longer she held out, the stronger the climaxes would be. Each orgasm would make her see stars, then galaxies, then universes.
Romy rubbed faster, letting out breathy moans. Her open mouth mimicked her neighbour. Closing her eyes for a second, Romy reopened them to catch the gaze of the man across the alley.
Hoping he could read her lips, she said, “I love playing with myself for you.”
His cum spurt onto his window, sliding down the glass as his urgent stare devoured her pussy. The thick, creamy ropes of his jizz obscured the view of his satisfied, slowing strokes. The massive load told Romy he hadn’t gotten off in a long time, and she loved the idea of him emptying his balls so completely while watching her. Jolts of hot yearning shot through her, causing her body to jump.
To be watched, to be enjoyed in the most human way possible, and yet to only touch herself. Nothing made her hotter.
“You make me so wet,” she said.
The more she rubbed, the wetter she got. The air felt slightly cool against her oiled body and scorching pussy. A drip trickled from her hole down her asshole, and her moans reached a higher pitch. More people were watching now. The curious person had opened the curtains wider. The couple on the higher floor were naked, the woman’s breasts pushing against the window. Romy grinned as she made eye contact with the her.
The number of online viewers doubled again since her last glance. She smiled again, satisfied with her biggest audience yet. So much sexual energy. So much joy. All because she celebrated her own pleasure.
She spoke again to her audience, urging them to enjoy what was next.
Slipping two fingers into her hot pussy, Romy fucked herself and rubbed her clit. Closing her eyes, she thought about a couple who’d previously watched her. A woman had gotten down on her knees to lap at her partner’s pussy. Romy opened her eyes, and while she couldn’t see if they were watching, she hoped both receiver and giver were as wet as she was. The memory and desire got Romy too close to the edge, making her pussy throb with her first orgasm.
Slowing her pace, she pulled her now-drenched fingers from her cunt. She rubbed lightly and without purpose to give her body a break. It wouldn’t be her fingers that would make her cum repeatedly. At her right sat a chair, and resting on it was a box. Romy asked if her followers wanted to see her new toy, then she reached for it and pulled out a toy with a pointy but nubbed end.
“I haven’t opened it yet because I saved it for you.”
Turning it on, the tip vibrated against her nipple, then she slipped it between her legs and savoured the shared moment with anyone watching her.
When she opened her legs again, Romy stroked the vibe’s white nub directly against her clit, running it up and down. The sudden shock of new stimulation snapped her attention to her hard button. Pushing two fingers back inside herself, Romy let the toy do the work of pleasuring her clit.
Too much too soon, she thought. The direct and powerful vibe worked almost too well.
“Oh, it feels so good,” she moaned. “Even better than fingers.”
Wanting to draw out her session as much as her clit would allow, Romy let up on the pressure for a few moments. She bit at her lip and grinned. But the pause didn’t last long.
More, she thought. She put the toy back on her clit and let it push her closer to orgasm.
With her aching joy, Romy imagined more neighbours joining and relishing their bodies. She wondered if the people downstairs could hear her. Maybe they were fucking right there on the floor below her loft. Maybe the roommates next door were wrapped up in a tangle of bodies, sucking, fucking, and rubbing whatever skin they could find. She hoped her imminent orgasms would launch a thousand more, a wave of shouts and grunts and curled toes. A mass burst of hot, wet, spurting, squirting, and dripping climaxes.
But Romy’s gratification was first. It was now her, her fingers, the toy, and her clit.
Her high-pitched moans revealed her need. She struggled to hold it back.
Just a little bit more, she thought. A little longer. A little more of a wait.
But the toy insisted otherwise. With the tip still trained on her clit, the direct, pointed sensation sent her every moan to even higher tones.
“This is gonna be the best orgasm ever!”
With a roll of her eyes into the back of her head and a light groan of relief, Romy came. She put her eyes right back on her audience as the waves of rapture coursed through her every limb.
It wasn’t enough.
She imagined everyone cumming at the same time, some shooting their load across the room, across the floor, and others soaking through their chairs, beds, and couches. She imagined someone cumming inside someone else, a creampie oozing out of their holes. She imagined someone’s face drenched after a squirt. She imagined a satisfied, quiet orgasm from a woman just like her.
Romy kept the toy in place on her pulsating clit. It did beautiful work while she finger fucked her box with determined desire.
Feeling the tension in her body hit that high again, her eyes rolled back.
Her body shook.
Her next orgasm was stronger. The heat from her explosion rolled off her as she shuddered with the shocks of ecstasy. Her juices soaked the chair.
A minute passed, and Romy thought that might be enough. She pulled out her fingers and sucked off her juices. As she looked up, the couple still fucked one another with need. She looked across, and the man was back, jerking at his cock again. The curious neighbour was now on full display, stroking their own body. And Romy’s online viewers didn’t tune out. Her audience hadn’t decreased even a little.
One more to get everyone there, Romy thought. Her bliss at being the centre of their attention didn’t make her feel an ounce of shame, but she wanted to give them more. Who doesn’t want to cum again, she thought.
Diving her fingers back into her unceasing hot, flooded muff, she knew another orgasm wouldn’t take long. Especially thinking of everyone watching her, the excitement remained powerful enough to get off again.
Lowering the toy again, Romy fucked herself hard with her fingers. The vibrating nub moved in circles once more against her throbbing bean.
“Oh yes, I’m gonna cum soon! I love the way you’re watching me! You wanna watch me orgasm?”
Like an unrelenting tongue, the vibe shocked her into another climax.
Her pussy clenched around her fingers. Romy’s body quaked. Her breasts bounced, nipples pointed, and pussy flowed. Harder and fully swollen, her clit sizzled.
By the time Romy returned into herself, she could see only satisfied smiles across the way. The couple rubbed one another in their afterglow. The man’s cock softened. The curious neighbour disappeared. The online viewers slowly left. She imagined them spent and intoxicated with sexual relief.
Romy smiled once again at the camera for whoever lingered and sucked her delicious fingers. Romy picked up her cup of coffee and revelled in the afterglow with the now cool mug in her hands. Her body overflowed with contentment. Her pussy sang with the joy of putting herself first.
“I hope next time you can try the toy on me.”
But she’d fibbed a little. Deciding she would keep going on her own, she went to her bedroom with no more eyes on her to devote the rest of the day to cumming as often as she could.
The End