Continuing from: 

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The day in question arrived. I was nervous, but excited. Cutie and I had been in chat on and off in the previous days talking up our "date."

I had other obligations earlier in the day, but Cutie was going to knock off work early and meet me back at my hotel in the late afternoon. I had no idea what to do to prepare. I wasn't sure if I would have time to come back and change, plus, what do you wear for a potential camming date? I put on relatively plain black panties and a matching bra. One of the few I have that has stretch lace, in case you want a boob to be able to sneak out quickly. 

I figured if we cammed maybe I'd flash a boob. (Our previous meeting, we had tried to stealthily take a cleavage picture, which proved impossible since we were on the street, it was 29 degrees out, and we are not anywhere near the same height.) 

I made it back to my hotel a few minutes before our appointed meeting time. I put my discreet bag of toys on the desk in the hotel. I washed up. And just then she texted from downstairs. We were perhaps going to get a drink, but it was early and she had a ton of stuff with her (laptop, more toys, etc) so I went down to meet her in the lobby and bring her up to the room. 

The hotel is some sort of fitness theme hotel. It has yoga mats, blocks and a yoga ball in every room as well as cork floors. I was sitting at the desk, and Cutie set up her computer on the edge of the bed and sat on a yoga ball. And then we both went into chat.

This is where it gets a little crazy. So many people were talking to both of us. Whispering, opening private chats, plus we were both on Skype where friends were also messaging us. It was fun to see so many old friends in chat who hadn't been there for a while.

One of the things I enjoyed about chat when I first got here is that there were a bunch of funny people. Sure, the sex chat was novel, in a way, and camming was totally new to me (at the time) but a bunch of people to joke around with while looking at cocks-- it made it entertaining. And people in chat were being hilarious. Bordercrossing and Harmoire come to mind.

People were whispering me in several languages and also in crappy English, and I vowed to read all of those outloud. So people started sending me intentionally bad whispers to read.

It was good that the new chat had such improved sound. Cutie and I were able to talk out loud and most people could hear us well. (And yes, Cutie did sing a verse or two of the Lonely Goatherd song from The Sound of Music to our special friend who happens to be a lonely goatherd.) 

Things were silly. And in my hotel room, Cutie was behind me, so I couldn't actually see what she was doing. As it turns out, she was flashing her boobs. Then she confessed she had done something different that day...

... she had worn panties.

Before I knew it, she was on the yoga ball in pink panties bouncing around behind me.

More soon.