kurt kunkle would love omegle. he also learned how easy it was to break into the server to find and track your IP address. now he knows anytime you log in to the video chat site. he limits himself to running into you only once a week, though he craves more. but he doesn't want to scare you by making it too consistent. he acts surprised to see you each time you appear, blushing as you ask him how he's been since the last time you chatted.
you first conversation had been mostly innocent, but of course, you had to taunt him with a few heated questions. now it's just become a game to see how flustered kurt can get. each time you chat, you give him something more to look at. it started with a simple crop, then some scandalous pajama shorts. but now you were perched in a black sports bra and thong, watching kurt trying not to actively drool over your figure. you were quick to catch the way his hand dipped below the view of his setup, no doubt palming himself.
"what's wrong, kurtie? cat got your tongue?" you asked with a giggle.