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 ï>¿Megan Makes A Remote Connection! By LuckyDave1066

   Her experiment with online video chat has unexpected result!

   Megan Angiamo was a bit surprised one afternoon when she checked to see
what three teenage boys were snickering about as they huddled around a
computer at the library where she worked.  They either saw her coming or
were actually NOT searching for porn online, which she would have bet was
their goal.

   The filters her IT consultant had installed caught most forbidden
materials, but she had seen clever teens get around them before, so she was
relieved to see a bare-bones chat site without any photos or videos on the
monitor.  One of the teens showed her the thread of texts he had been
exchanging with his Mom.  Megan thought the program looked harmless enough,
so she left the boys with a warning to keep their voices down and made a
mental note to check the website out in more depth later.

   Keeping horny boys from using the library's computers to get a little
thrill wasn't her favorite part of her job, not by a long shot.  The topic
hardly came up when she was in college pursuing her library science degree,
but a lot had changed in the seventeen years since she'd graduated.

   One thing hadn't changed; she was still the sole full time professional
librarian employed by her hometown, as she had been since her predecessor
retired unexpectedly only two months after Megan started working there. 
She loved her work, but having her only help come from a few part time
assistants made it hard for her to get away for any long break.

   Except for her college years Megan had lived in Westminster her whole
life.  For the most part she hadn't really minded life in the small town,
but there were a few drawbacks.  She would have gladly done without the
gossip going around when she and her ex-husband had divorced; despite the
rumors and stories, she was convinced that they had simply married too
young at 21.  She was as surprised as anyone when a few months shy of their
seventh anniversary her husband told her he was leaving both her and the
town they'd grown up in.

   Looking back on her marriage, Megan had come to believe the breakup had
been for the best.  There had been more bad times than good after the first
couple of years, but at the time the divorce hit her hard; she had all but
become a hermit for the first post split year.  She had no interest at all
in starting up a new relationship for at least three years after the
breakup.

   When she began to think she was ready to at least try dating, life
seemed to not want her to.  For two years she spent every free moment
helping her mother take care of her father as he slipped further and
further into dementia, then spent most of the next three years helping her
mother through a variety of illnesses, finally losing her last local
relative shortly after her 36th birthday.

   Megan's first actual attempt at a new relationship gave the local gossip
grapevine more to whisper about.  She had a few dates with a construction
manager from out of town working on a building near the library.  He was a
charming first date and seemed by their second date to have long-term
potential.  Between their second date and their third, the local busybodies
had somehow learned a lot about Tony, none of it reassuring.

   The nosy scandalmongers had discovered that though not living together
any more, Tony was still married, to a stripper who worked at a club a
couple of towns down the interstate!  One of the snoops made sure the the
lurid story made it to Megan, who asked him about his wife.  His face
turned red as he ranted about her, "Kerry found out I liked to go to this
club once in a while with a few guys I work with and just lost her mind. 
She actually began working there as a stripper herself just to catch me
there, and then left me once she did!"

   There was no fourth date.

   Megan had been tempted to not even ask Tony if there was any truth to
the rumors about him, his wife and their relationship, just to be able to
have sex with an actual person for the first time since her own marriage
had ended.  Her own marriage had probably been doomed from the start, but
the sex had been good enough that even most of a decade later she still
missed it.

   Between her parent's problems and the general lack of eligible men in
town, she was in the midst of an epic sexual drought.  She was pretty sure
more than 95% of the local men she might be interested in were married; she
wasn't about to get caught up in some other couple's drama, and shuddered
to imagine what the local gossip network could do with that kind of
material!

   Between having no love life and working even longer hours than usual
when pandemic related budget cutbacks eliminated what little help she had
at the library, Megan had fallen into some bad dietary habits and put on a
fair bit of weight.  Being as petite as she was, the extra thirty-five
pounds were noticeable.  Before turning 30 she had always been fit, but the
stresses of the last few years led her to depend more on fast food and
snacking in front of the TV than was healthy.

   It took a minor medical crisis to shake Megan up enough to break away
from her bad lifestyle choices.  What had been periodic minor heartburn
grew into something that felt like a heart attack, earning her an ambulance
ride to the local hospital.  Getting dressed after the doctor on duty had
quickly ruled out any heart problems and ended her crisis by treating her
to some prescription strength acid-blocking medicine, she was as
embarrassed by the doctor gently suggesting she ought to look into changing
some of her eating habits as she was by wearing the decidedly unflattering
hospital gown for the four hours she spent being observed and tested.

   The morning after her visit to the hospital, Megan was at her desk in
the office ten minutes before the library opened, as usual.  She looked at
the bag she'd just set on her desk.  Contents: two egg sandwiches and a
small slab of vaguely hash-brown like food, fresh from a drive-through a
few blocks away.  Her usual.  "It's like I completely forgot about how I
spent last night," she moaned.  She realized that in many ways what had
become her normal wasn't what she wanted out of life.  She couldn't change
everything she thought needed to be changed right away, but resolved at
that moment to at least get control of her eating, and while she was at it,
to get back in shape.

   The evening following the afternoon Megan had noticed the trio of teen
boys texting on a library computer happened to be exactly six months since
her trip to the hospital.  She had followed through on her vow to get back
in shape, using the treadmill, rowing machine and free weights which had
been gathering dust ever since her father had become ill.

   She was glad she'd left the pieces of exercise equipment in the basement
of the house she had inherited instead of selling them; she never liked
working out in a public setting like a gym, and wasn't sure she'd have even
gotten started if she'd had to share a workout space when she was at her
heaviest.  Even alone at home she stuck with baggy sweats when working out.

   The six months had been enough time for Megan to lose most of the weight
she had set out to get rid of.  She was more than satisfied with the change
in her appearance, knowing that the few pounds she was still above her goal
were probably a result of added muscle.  She was more fit than she had been
since her days as a cheerleader in high school, and fit easily in the pre
weight gain clothes which had been banished to the back of a closet. 
Besides her exercise regimen, she overhauled her eating habits, eliminating
the foods that had gotten her into trouble.

   Celebrating her achievement with a rare treat, a bowl of ice cream after
her nightly workout, Megan could hardly believe anything could taste so
good; six months without giving in to the ever present temptation to devour
a tub of mint chocolate chip made her enjoy it even more than usual.  She
was still savoring her treat when she remembered she had planned on
checking out the texting website the boys had been focused on.

   She took her dessert from the kitchen to her desk and turned her laptop
on.  She entered the site's address in her browser; the home page was
different than the page one of the boys had shown her, giving three
options, Text, Video and Unfiltered.

   She clicked on the Text link first, and was relieved to see the same
basic text interface she'd seen the boys using earlier.  She tried the
Video link next, and was confused by what she saw.  There was still an area
for text, but most of the screen was filled by two windows, much like the
video conferencing software she used at work.  One window was filled with
an image provided by her laptop's camera of her and her home office in the
background, but the other window showed what looked like someone's living
room.

   Her confusion increased when the second window changed to a live view of
a street scene, apparently in a different part of the world judging by the
daylight!  She was still trying to figure out what she was seeing a few
seconds later as the image changed again, this time showing a pair of
pre-teen girls sitting on a couch, staring at their camera, waving and
giggling.

   Still not quite grasping how the website worked, Megan clicked on the
Unfiltered link, watching as the same basic layout came up on her laptop's
screen.  The first screen showed the same view as before, showing her own
confused face.  The other window was a different thing entirely, still
cycling between various scenes but now mostly featuring an assortment of
images thoroughly unsuitable for the library!

   There were naked men, a few naked women, and several close up views of
men masturbating!  In less than two minutes Megan saw more cocks, erect and
otherwise, than she had in her whole life up to that moment, even counting
the one day on their honeymoon she had let Scott coax her into trying out
the resort's nude beach!

   Megan was so stunned by the flesh on display in the second window she
forgot all about her own appearance in the first one.  It was only when she
noticed a series of comments popping up alongside the image of her that it
fully dawned on her that the man slowly stroking his cock in window number
two was able to see her!  The comments wasted no time in making clear what
the owner of the good-sized hard-on was hoping for.

   "Show boobs!" was the entirety of his first message.

   She wasn't sure why, but she automatically went ahead and answered the
request, "No!" The flat rejection didn't seem to faze the man, who let
loose a barrage of what seemed more like orders than requests.

   "Show me!"

   "Show!"

   "Strip!"

   "Boobs"

   When there was finally a pause in the rapid-fire series of requests to
see her body, she repeated her simple response, this time in all caps, "NO.
WHY WOULD I?"

   Despite technically having just asked the stranger a question, she
decided that she didn't really want to get into a debate about showing her
body.  She reached for the button to click her viewer away, but hesitated a
second as the latest comment from the guy onscreen popped up, "everything
here is random and anonymous, so WHY NOT?"

   Megan closed the browser and shut down her computer, shaken by the
knowledge that minors may have been visiting this part of the site right
under her nose in the library.  She was also disturbed by having been even
briefly visible on several stranger's screens; being anonymous meant not
knowing whose body parts she'd been seeing, but it also meant she couldn't
be certain she hadn't been seen by someone she knew!

   The morning after she learned what the video chat site was about she
made sure to block the site from being accessed with the Library's public
wi-fi network.  The three teen boys she had first noticed using the site
came into the library after school; she kept an eye on them, but didn't
have to wait long to get a pretty good idea what they had been up to
before. They had been spending at least an hour at the computer the
previous few afternoons, but were gone in less than 15 minutes now that
their favorite website wasn't available!

   Megan's blocking of the unacceptable website only affected the wi-fi
available to the public, and she didn't get around to adding it to the
admin wi-fi blocked list until it was time to close the library.  She
locked up and went back to her office to make sure the lewd website was
blocked everywhere in the library.  Before walling it off she opened the
site one last time.  She steered clear of the Unfiltered section, focusing
on the Video link.  "Someone must be supervising this part of the site,"
she thought, "there's no nasty stuff in this section." She actually enjoyed
the G-rated section, with its wide variety of scenes, many clearly from all
around the world.

   Arriving at home a few days after the excitement of the inappropriate
website, Megan made herself dinner, as usual.  Something she'd heard on the
radio about an earthquake in Pakistan made her think about views of the
affected area she had seen at the family friendly section of the random
video website.  After she finished cleaning up in the kitchen she put off
her usual exercise to see what views of far off places the website might
offer.  She sat down at the desk in her home office and turned on her
laptop.  She was at the website in a moment, careful to avoid the
Unfiltered area.

   Her experiment with scrolling through live streams at the inoffensive
part of the site was fairly successful, with some interesting sights and a
few actual conversations with people at various countries!  The general
tone was far more polite than what she'd experienced at the Unfiltered
section, though the sight of a slim woman in a dressy blouse and skirt did
result in a rude comment or two.

   One night Megan ventured into the Unfiltered area (staying out of camera
range) to see if her earlier experience there had been typical of its tone.
It had.  She did cross paths with a few people who seemed normal enough at
first, but hardly any of them made it beyond two or three lines of chat
before insisting on knowing if she was Male or Female.

   She found the overwhelmingly Male users almost always cut off the chat
immediately if she claimed to be Male too, but when she admitted she was
Female, the vast majority of men turned predatory, DEMANDING visual proof
of her gender, the more graphic the better.  Though annoyed by their coarse
behavior,she did feel some sympathy for the men pestering her.  She could
understand people, even rude ones, wanting to know what the gender of the
person they were chatting with was, especially in the no-holds-barred world
of the Unfiltered area!

   Her evening routine was soon adjusted to include some time devoted to
what Megan called her "low-budget world tour." As long as they didn't get
too rude she wasn't at all bothered by a flirtatious tone a few men took,
noticing some differences in how men in different parts of the world
reacted to seeing her on their screen.

   Even a little bit of flirtation from strangers was better than what she
was experiencing in real life, surrounded as she was by married men. 
Several months into her new fitness program, her more toned look was
earning her some attention, at least as much from the married men in town
as the single ones.  She noticed she was being noticed and enjoyed the
attention; it had been so long since she'd been aware of her looks drawing
interest she didn't much care who was doing the admiring.

   Her weight loss gave her a perfect excuse to go shopping, as well as to
update her style a bit as well.  Her old outfits tended to be fairly dowdy,
in part because when she began her career she had tried to dress in a more
mature woman's style, thinking she would be taken more seriously than an
inexperienced 23 year old.  Now in her late 30's and established in her
profession, she could, within reason, dress as she pleased.

   Out went the heavy, shapeless sweaters, skirts ending well below the
knee, turtlenecks and other matronly clothes.  In their place came
lightweight skirts which fell a few inches above her knees, fitted
button-down blouses, silk camisoles, leggings and other items which helped
bring her the sidelong glances she was coming to enjoy.  She never looked
less than professional in her new outfits, but was no longer anybody's idea
of matronly.

   Megan noticed that certain clothing choices seemed to draw more comments
from her online acquaintances than others, generally not rude, but
definitely showing more interest in her appearance.  The combination of
leggings, a scoop-neck t-shirt and a lightweight less than fully buttoned
dress shirt seemed to be the outfit most popular with her video chat
partners.  She tried different combinations, none extreme or showing any
significant skin.  The trends were clear; fewer layers were more popular
than many, and form-fitting was more popular than baggy.

   One Friday night Megan inadvertently opened an investigation in a whole
other area of how her video chat audience might react to her different
clothing choices.  She was wearing what was usually one of her less
commented on outfits, a denim skirt with a black cotton button-down blouse.
Even at work she never buttoned the top two buttons on this blouse; at that
level there was no sign of cleavage or a bra.

   As she often did when relaxing at home, she unfastened another couple of
buttons as she made her dinner, enjoying a glass of Cabernet.  She nursed a
second, more full glass as she ate a bowl of fettuccine.  "What the hell,
it's Friday night and I'm not driving anywhere," she thought as she cleaned
up, seeing that there was less than a glass of the dark red wine left in
the bottle.  She poured what was left into her glass and moved on to her
nightly random video tour.

   Somewhere between some tourist's live streaming of their visit to the
Taj Mahal and a student at a college in England complaining of being bored,
another button became unfastened.  With only the lowest three buttons still
fastened, the resulting gap between the two sides of Megan's blouse grew to
show a few inches of her bra.

   This particular T-shirt bra was about as plain a one as she owned.  It
was solid, gray, and covered as much as any bra she owned, but when a batch
of comments came up on her screen complimenting it she finally tuned in to
the fact she was now offering random viewers a peek at her lingerie!  She
quickly buttoned back up to her workplace look and shut down her laptop.

   Over the weekend Megan kept thinking about the inadvertent and fairly
limited flash of her bra to some random users of the website, "it couldn't
have been any more than 45 minutes, but I got a week's worth of comments,"
she thought.  The fact that the glimpse she had shown brought nothing but
praise, combined with the fact that none of the commenters had the
slightest clue who she was or where she lived made the episode seem
harmless enough.  "Imagine if I'd been wearing one of my sexier bras
instead of the plain vanilla one I had on Friday," she mused.

   Once the question of how her chat partners might react differently to a
flash of a less basic bra came to her, it kept returning all day Sunday. 
She was certain the sight of the same amount of a briefer, lacier or less
opaque bra would get a bigger reaction, so there wasn't much to be learned
by showing off a bit of one of her sexier bras the same way she'd shown off
the plain one the other night.  To even think of putting herself on display
that way she needed at least a hint of learning by doing research to
justify the project.

   The basic idea for an experiment which could actually result in new
knowledge finally took shape on Monday as she was walking to work.  She
assumed a view of a more exotic bra would get a bigger reaction than a view
of a similar amount of a plain bra would; by comparing the reaction to the
sight of a small amount of her in a sexier bra to varying amounts of her in
a plainer bra being visible she could arrive at a ratio of viewer interest
in hot bra to plain bra, as judged by an unknowing multinational panel of
voters!

   Megan hurried home after work Monday evening, logging on to the video
chat site before making any dinner.  She allowed herself a single glass of
wine to settle her jangly nerves; though she knew she wasn't really going
to be showing all that much skin, but the fact that the whole experiment
was based on a letting a random bunch of strangers see her with varying
amounts of her lingerie showing had her a bit rattled.

   While she knew that what she was about to do wasn't going to be truly
revealing, it was still extreme enough for her to be paranoid about someone
from her small town being one of her random viewers.  She ran up to the
attic and found a box containing a costume from a long-ago Halloween party.
She took the tiger mask she'd worn years ago, but left the bodysuit with
strategically placed faux fur behind, marveling she'd ever been bold enough
to wear it in front of a roomful of friends!

   Megan hadn't even had a plan for how her experiment would be structured
when she had left her house in the morning, but whether just lucky or she
had somehow been subconsciously preparing, she had picked out a good outfit
for the sexy bra portion of the study.  Her outfit included a pleated black
skirt, maroon cotton button-down blouse and a bra she was sure would draw a
good number of comments, fairly sheer, French blue, with just enough floral
patterned embroidery on the cups to make seeing her nipples difficult.

   "Since even with my blouse mostly unbuttoned, most of the cups are still
going to be hidden behind the two edges of my blouse," she thought,
"really, no big deal!" Despite the pep talk she gave herself, she had some
trouble making her shaking fingers unfasten the first five buttons to
replicate the state her blouse had been in while she was online Friday. 
Her chosen number of buttons unfastened, she sat down in front of her
laptop and opened the video chat site.

   She set her phone on the table and started a timer; to make the
comparison of reactions to her various styles of lingerie at least somewhat
scientific, she'd settled on recording the number of comments about her
sexy bra for six 4 minute periods, each divided up into 30 second segments
to get a variety of chat partners, then using the average of the periods to
compare with the comments received in the same length of time while wearing
her basic bra.

   Waiting for what seemed to Megan like an hour for the first 4 minute
interval to be finished she tried to focus on the number of comments and
not think too much about their content.  She hit the button to start the
second 4 minute period, already wondering if her various chat partners
could see how she was blushing.

   As the second period passed, she got into a rhythm alternating between
logging the number of comments and scanning them to see what her viewers
had to say about her appearance, and by the time the final 4 minute period
was finished she had a pretty good idea what most of the many, many
comments were like.

   "So," she thought, "what have I learned so far?  She covered the camera
and began entering her observations in a text document:

   The sight of even a small part of a woman's boobs in a fairly sheer bra
is enough to inspire a LOT of comments.

   The comments tend to be appreciative, and offer compliments on my
appearance.

   Seeing a little bit of my boobs seems to make most viewers want to see
more of them, and more of me in general.

   Knowing random viewers were observing and commenting on my appearance
was initially uncomfortable, but came to be sort of enjoyable."

   Satisfied with how the the first part of her experiment had gone, Megan
moved on to it's second phase.  She took off her blouse and bra, then put
her humdrum bra on and put her blouse back on, with the same number of
buttons undone and the same amount of bra exposed.  As she uncovered the
camera lens, she wondered how her viewers would react to the opaque,
featureless gray bra, thinking, "it sure seems less interesting than the
first one."

   While there were still a few comments, the number in each 4 minute
period was far lower than it had been for the same amount of time when
she'd been showing a glimpse of her racy bra.  Well, duh," she said to
herself, "the sheer bra practically screams, 'look at me', while this bra
is saying, 'never mind, nothing to see here'.  It just doesn't seem like a
fair fight.  Time to find out how viewers reactions to seeing more of the
plain bra compare to seeing the small area of the racier bra!"

   That showing more of the plain bra would also require showing some as
yet unknown amount more Megan gave her goosebumps, but by then she was too
curious about how her audience would react to seeing more bra to abandon
her experiment.

   Megan covered the laptop's camera just long enough to unfasten her
blouse's three remaining buttons and draw the two sides far enough apart
that more than half of each cup of her bra was uncovered.  She uncovered
the camera, clicked the link to go to a new partner and started the timer.
The change in how much bra and toned torso were now visible did make a
noticeable difference in how many comments popped up as she cycled through
partners, but the number was still nowhere near what the small amount of
exposed racy bra had received.

   Still well short of finding out how much plain bra would need to be on
display to get a reaction equal to what the sexy one had, or if it even
could, Megan decided to dial up the exposure level.  She slipped her blouse
back off her shoulders and a few inches down her upper arms.  She was about
to click to see what her next batch of viewers would have to say about her
new look, but paused a moment, saying, "it wasn't really covering anything
anyway," as she shook her blouse free, letting the maroon top drop to the
floor behind her.

   Her uncharacteristic new boldness faltered briefly; just a few minutes
before she'd been nervous about opening her blouse slightly more, now she'd
taken it off completely!  After a short pause to settle her nerves she
started the timer and clicked to connect with a new viewer.

   As her latest group of viewers came and went Megan found herself getting
a bit annoyed to see the number of comments STILL didn't equal what a small
segment of racy bra peeking out from the mostly closed blouse had inspired.
"What the hell, people," she shouted, "I'm practically topless here!"

   As she scanned the new comments she did notice a change in their tone;
the comments on her racy bra had been largely compliments on the mostly
hidden garment, while many of the current batch were pleas for her to just
get her bra off entirely!  "I guess that's to be expected when they see me
just one item away from flashing my boobs!"

   Megan hadn't planned on showing anywhere near this amount of skin, but
she still believed there must be some way she could get the comments on how
she looked in her plain bra to equal those the small glimpse of her more
revealing bra received.  It occurred to her that the partial view of the
racier bra hinted at more excitement being just a few unfastened buttons
away.  Nothing she'd tried so far with the plain bra held the same sort of
promise.

   She was sure just facing her camera without the bra would bump up the
number of comments, but even if she had been willing to go that far it
seemed like cheating.  She already was receiving more comments along the
lines of "SHOW BOOBS," so she knew her audience would be in favor of such a
move.  She couldn't believe she let the idea of going topless linger, even
briefly, before coming up with a more acceptable plan.

   "Maybe if I make a few adjustments I can get that sense of anticipation,
that something exciting is about to happen, even with the plain bra," she
thought.  She tried dropping the strap off her right shoulder, then took
the left one down too.  "Damned stiff cups," she said and pulled both arms
entirely out, but the padded cups barely budged.  "Okay, if this doesn't
work I give up," she whispered to herself as she reached around behind her
back and unhooked the back strap.  She caught the cups as they fell away
completely, quickly covering her nipples after they were briefly exposed!
She pulled the bra more or less back in place, only held there by her
hands!

   "Good thing I haven't uncovered the lens yet," she giggled, holding her
bra loosely over her boobs with one arm as she reached for her phone to
start the timer.  She was eager to see if her viewers would turn out to
have anywhere near the reaction she was feeling herself, knowing how close
she was to being naked from her waist up!  The tingling feeling she was
enjoying now that she was one mouse click away from allowing herself to be
seen in her current state was an unexpected pleasure; she paused to savor
the anticipation.

   As Megan's finger hovered over her phone, she was surprised by something
on her laptop's screen; new comments, continuing well beyond the most
recent group, including one popping up on the screen as she watched!

   "Don't go!" was all the newest comment said.  The sender had apparently
noticed her hand hovering near the keyboard and hurried to try to head off
her departure.

   Megan grasped what must have happened for fresh texts to still be coming
in now; she must have left the lens cover open at the end of the most
recent series.  Which meant that her current chat partner had seen her
trying various adjustments to her bra, including the brief flash of her
nipples!

   "Ohhhh, you weren't meant to see anything past the point where I started
messing around with my bra's straps, so it's way past time for me to skip
you, sorry!" Megan replied.  She had a look at the guy she was linked with
to see how he took her announcement, and laughed when she saw him looking
at the camera and putting his hands together as if he was praying to her.
Besides his pleading on cam, she noticed his appearance.  Somehow in her
effort to tally all the comments received by her most recent look, without
a blouse, she had missed really seeing her viewers.

   "Glad I messed up," she thought, "it would have been a shame to miss
seeing this guy!" She looked him over and decided that harvesting her next
series of comments could wait a few minutes, letting her enjoy a view of
one of her viewers for a change, telling him, "okay, you've got 4 minutes."

   Though both Megan and her latest viewer had been inspired to extend
their connection purely based on the other's appearance, once she relented
and granted him a few more minutes of screen time with her he didn't act
obsessed with her body, asking where she was based and what kind of work
she did before getting around to asking what she was doing.  She was glad
to give him a quick summary of her little project, somehow managing to act
as if having a conversation with a hunky stranger while barely covering her
boobs was perfectly normal.

   When the extra 4 minutes she had given him were up, she overlooked the
deadline to continue discussing her project, the craziest things they each
had seen on the website, and various other topics.  She learned that he was
36, single, a high school teacher, lived in Glasgow, Scotland, and was
named William but went by Will.  When she found out where he was from she
turned up her computer's volume to enjoy his accent.  She gave him most of
her equivalent information, but held back on telling him the name of her
town, still nervous about letting this stranger know too much about her
even if he was already able to see too much of her!

   He was encouraged by her disregarding the limit she had set and turned
the conversation to what she was and wasn't wearing, asking, "so, are you
actually going to keep your bra in the sort of on, sort of off state it's
in now, or is the plan to take it off entirely at some point?"

   "Truth is, I'm winging it here," she told him, "But I'm definitely not
going topless while you sit there fully dressed.  If you're willing to
match me, then...maybe...probably!" She shivered a bit as soon as the words
were out of her mouth, thinking, "holy shit, I just about promised to get
half-naked for this guy!"

   "Deal!" he shouted, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it
somewhere out of camera range.

   Megan stared blankly at the now shirtless stranger on her screen, but
didn't give up what little cover her bra was still providing.  She was
stunned in part by what she saw; broad shoulders and the kind of ripped
arms and torso you can only get with a lot of time at the gym.  At least as
much of her dazed expression came from the realization that it was time for
her to be rid of her bra.  She knew she could have just clicked him away,
but didn't feel that would be fair, and besides, she wasn't ready to be
done ogling him!

   Seeing her hesitation, Will offered a compromise, "Hey, if letting go of
your bra is a bit too much, you could turn around before taking it off so
I'm just seeing your bare back."

   "That would be easier," Megan thought, "and wouldn't show more than some
swimsuits I've worn!" She could hardly believe she was now focusing on what
way of getting topless for a distant stranger's pleasure was least bad, but
was beginning to realize the pleasure being felt was not all his.

   "I guess I can do that," she said.  Still carefully holding her bra cups
in place, she stood up, turned around and slid her chair aside.  A few
seconds later she took a deep breath and pulled her bra completely off,
holding it out to her right for a moment before letting it go.  She clasped
her hands together on top of her head and turned around enough to see her
computer, willing to risk treating Will to an eyeful of sideboob to be able
to see both his reaction and how she looked on the screen!

   Though she hadn't intended to show so much of the side of her breast,
she was too pleased at the moment that her weight loss hadn't caused her
boobs to lose much size to regret turning as far and showing as much as she
had.  "Will certainly isn't complaining," she thought as she turned her
back to the camera and placed her hands on her hips.

   Megan called back to her laptop and her one man audience, asking "Well,
we're even now that we're both naked from the waist up, right?"

   "Yes, but I have to tell you, once you stood up and stepped back from
the table and I saw your legs and that cute skirt you're wearing, I
wondered if you might be up for another exchange; my pants for your skirt,
does that seem fair?"

   She had to admit, the next step as proposed by Will was fair, with both
of them showing the other pretty much the same thing, but fairness wasn't
the issue now.

   Megan asked herself, "Do I want to see more of Will badly enough to get
out of my skirt with him watching?"

   Another question bubbled up in her consciousness, unexpected enough to
make her shiver from head to toe; " Or is it that I want to show Will more
of my body badly enough to get out of my skirt with him watching?"

   Feeling like she wished someone else could make the decision for her,
Megan made the decision without admitting to herself that was what she was
doing.  With her left forearm covering her boobs as well as possible, she
turned to face Will and asked him a question she already knew the answer
to; "I didn't plan on being in anything like this position, so I'm honestly
not sure.  What do you think we should do?"

   "I'm sure you can guess what I'd like to see happen next without me
having to say it!"

   "Maybe I just need to hear you say it," she replied in a soft voice, "it
might be the bit of encouragement I need to keep going!"

   "Okay, no problem, "he replied, "I'd love to see the rest of those
lovely legs, and whatever else your skirt is hiding.  I say we both get
down to our undies!"

   Megan had been so focused on whether or not to strip out of her skirt
she hadn't thought much about what Will might be wearing.  Turning to face
him with each hand covering one boob, she smiled as she noticed a definite
bulge in his grey sweatpants.  "I'm not sure," she said, what are you
wearing underneath those sweats?"

   "Boxer briefs!" Will replied, "how about you?"

   "Is there anything I could be wearing under my skirt which would make
you change your mind," Megan asked, laughing.  "Anything at all?"

   "No, I suppose not," Will said sheepishly, "so surprise me!"

   "Not nearly as much as I'm surprising myself," she thought as she turned
away from Will just long enough to extend her left arm to cover most of her
boobs, freeing up her right hand to get to work on unbuttoning the three
buttons at her right hip.

   Turning back to face the camera as the second button popped free, she
paused, pleasantly distracted by the sight of Will working the elastic
cuffs of his sweats over his stocking clad feet.  After a few seconds
enjoying the sight of him in nothing but his tight white boxers she went
back to work on unfastening the last button, fumbling with it a while
before winning the battle.

   Once she had freed all three buttons she let go of the skirt and wiggled
her ass for a few seconds, after which gravity was able to take over.  In a
second the skirt dropped to her feet; she lifted her left foot to step out
of the pile of pleated black fabric, then kicked it away with her right
foot.  Without being asked, she did a slow spin to let Will see everything
her skirt had been covering.

   "Wow, just wow!  Is that a thong or a G-string?"

   "The tag on it in the store said it's a thong, but it might have been
mislabeled," Megan replied, blushing but also smiling.  "Judging by how
tight your boxers are looking, I assume whatever they are you're satisfied
with our skirt for pants trade?"

   Before the question was out of her mouth she was kicking herself for
even mentioning the idea of trading removal of garments, sure that Will
would take it as a sign he should ask her to slip her thong off.  She had
been trying to ignore the fact that the game the two of them had been
playing had only one logical outcome: now that each was down to one item of
clothing, it was clear that unless one of them quit playing both of them
would soon be nude!

   "Now that you mention it, they do feel a bit more snug than I like," he
said, "Do you mind if I take them off?"

   "Um, no, no problem," she answered.  She felt dizzy as she waited for
his inevitable request for her to reciprocate by getting out of her thong.
She asked herself, "How did I go from letting a little bit of my bra show
to being on the verge of stripping completely naked for some random guy?"
She stopped thinking about anything but the image on her laptop's screen as
Will stood up from his chair and began to slide his boxers down.  Her jaw
dropped when he stepped closer to his camera as his dick popped free and
stood straight out.

   Without being aware she was doing it, Megan's hands switched from
covering her boobs to squeezing them; the middle finger of each hand
flicking a nipple.  She wondered why Will hadn't asked her to take off her
thong; when she saw him stroking his erection she stopped waiting for his
request.  She heard Will mumble, "Fuck it, why not?" Never looking away
from the action on her laptop's screen, she took her hands away from her
boobs and hooked her thumbs into her thong's waistband, quickly pulling it
down below her ass.

   She heard Will plead, "keep going, show me your pussy!" She stepped
closer to her cam, adjusting it to be sure she would be showing Will what
they both wanted him to see, then continued sliding the thong down, more
slowly now.  Once the thong was halfway down her thighs and not in the way
anymore she let it go, freeing her right hand to go back to squeezing and
tugging on her nipples, while her left hand went straight to her pussy. 
She traced its outer edges a few times, grazing her clit as she went, then
began exploring her slick inner lips.

   Megan watched Will jerking off on her screen as he watched her on his
screen; she moaned as she plunged two fingers deep inside herself, feeling
her arousal building in a way she hadn't experienced since well before her
divorce.  Will pumped his dick furiously as he saw her knees buckle and
heard her cry out; watching her quivering as she was overcome by her orgasm
brought him to the brink of coming himself.

   "What the fuck, Dave" Megan heard a new voice shouting from somewhere at
Will's side of the connection, "You said you were going downstairs to catch
up on some work before going in to the office, not wanking to some slut
online!"

   Will's reaction to being caught jerking off with Megan didn't do
anything to calm his wife; Megan emerged from the pleasant post-orgasm fog
she'd been in since coming just in time to see his dick spurting three
solid streams of semen, one of which apparently hit the lens of his camera.

   "Hi," Megan said, "This is Will's, or I guess actually Dave's slut
speaking.  I just want you to know I'd never have done any of this if he
hadn't told me he was single.  So long, and good luck!"

   Not wanting any further part of what was likely to be an unpleasant
conversation, Megan closed her laptop.  She put on her skirt and blouse,
thinking that making and eating dinner in the nude would be really strange.
Once she'd had her much delayed dinner and a celebratory glass of Merlot,
she went back to her office to pick up the rest of her outfit.  She flipped
her laptop open to shut it down, and noticed the website was still open. 
Dave or his wife had broken the connection and the automatic cycling
through miscellaneous stranger's cams had hung up on a view of someone's
back yard.

   She was on the verge of closing the browser when the the blinking "start
new chat" button caught her eye.
   She smiled as she sat down in front of the cam, thinking, "Why not?"