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“Hey, Oracle… I’m finishing up for the night. Thanks for your help.” Dinah’s voice rings out clear through Barbara’s headphones, as sultry and sweet as ever. “Do you need me to do anything else?”
“Well…” Barbara bites her lip. They’d talked about this before, so she wasn’t scared of being rejected, but… It was new. She’d been thinking about it all night, sitting ready the entire time she watched Dinah, using every camera she possibly could to get a good view of her fighting. “You’re the last one out there. I won’t have to worry about anyone else interrupting us tonight, so why don’t you go find somewhere private to talk with me? But make sure you’re in view of a camera, darling. I want to see you.”
“Oh.” Recognition of what Barbara was suggesting dripped from Dinah’s voice, and she throws a playful smile at the nearest camera- obviously knowing Barbara was watching her at that very moment. “I think I can do that. Just give me a few minutes… Although I know you’ll make sure to keep an eye on me, won’t you?”
Barbara does keep an eye on her, watching as she expertly climbs to the rooftops, jumping and leaping with grace. There are fewer cameras on the roof, but Barbara tracks her trail as best she can- until Dinah arrives in a secluded spot, away from any possible person finding her. Of course, she's positioned just perfectly in front of an old, dingy camera that only half-hung in the corner. The feed was a little fuzzy through this one, but Barbara could make do. She knew exactly where to go. The little minx…
“Good girl, Dinah. Are you all settled in?” She watches as Dinah leans back against the brick wall, her eyes flicking up to the camera as she throws her hair over her shoulder. “You look like you're worked up already.”
“Well, I've got you talking dirty in my ear… Can you blame me?” Barbara licks her lips as Dinah slides her hands down her own body, clearly teasing across her body suit. There wasn't much to be left to desire with the design, and Barbara finds her eyes trailing down, down, down… “Now, are you going to get this show on the road, or does a girl need to do this all by herself?”
“No, I'll tell you what to do, darling. Don't get ahead of yourself.” Barbara takes a moment to adjust herself in her wheelchair, unbuttoning her shirt just the slightest bit, the button of her jeans following shortly. She’d already been hot and bothered for quite some time, but she still waits patiently, deciding to work Dinah up first. “Go ahead and start feeling yourself up some more, Dinah. I know you like to do it. You like feeling your chest, don’t you? You know you look good, so you show it off. Isn’t that right?”
“Mm… You know me so well, Barbara.” Dinah listens, repeating her earlier motions. Her hands cup her breasts, rub across where her nipples were under the fabric, they tease across her stomach before dipping between her legs, rubbing herself. Barbara couldn’t wait to see that outfit taken off- but she doesn’t command her yet, watching as Dinah explores her own body, teasing her fingers underneath the fabric. “Should I take this off..?”
“... No.” Barbara makes the decision before she really thinks it through, surprising herself. As much as she’d love to see Dinah undress… There was something she liked about seeing Dinah fully clothed, desperate just from Barbara’s voice alone. “Keep everything on. I know you can pleasure yourself without removing any clothing. Play with your breasts some more. You’re always so sensitive there…”
Flushed, Dinah returns her touch to her breasts, squeezing the flesh and pinching where her nipples had only slightly caused a bump in the fabric. Barbara can hear every gasp of breath from her as she touches her sensitive spots, and she fantasizes about how wet Dinah must be getting underneath her suit. “Barbara, please…”
“Please what, darling? You have to use your words if you want anything else.” Now, Barbara lets herself sink further into her desire. She’s been sitting back and watching, but now she palms herself through her jeans, feeling how hard she’d gotten. She had honestly put it in the back of her mind, but now that she was seeing Dinah in action like this, her erection was brought to the forefront, aching for some better attention. “Do you want to touch yourself?”
“Yes, Barbara, I do…” Dinah’s voice is already edging on breathless, despite only just starting. Dinah had always been so easy. It’s what made things like this so fun for the both of them. “Will you let me?”
“I will. Go ahead and show me what you want to do, Dinah.” With permission, Dinah slides her hands back down her body, arching her back against the brick wall. One hand pulls aside the crotch of her body suit, along with her underwear, while the other immediately slides against the bare skin exposed there. Barbara licks her lips as she adjusts herself again, pulling her cock out. She teases over the short length slowly, wanting to keep things interesting for a while longer, if she could. She watches as Dinah’s fingers slide into her wet folds, holding them apart with two fingers while the third stroked at her clit. The video wasn’t detailed enough for Barbara to see the specifics, but she could see each time Dinah’s body reacted, and that was enough for her. “Don’t tease yourself too much, darling. I want you to start fingering yourself. Start with two.”
“Mm, okay…” Obediently, Dinah presses her fingers together and slides two fingers right in- easily. Barbara takes a shaky breath as she properly takes herself into her palm, stroking herself lazily. Dinah starts slow with her fingers but quickly moves to a faster pace. “Hng, Barbara…”
“Slow down, darling. I didn’t say you could go faster than that.” Dinah lets out a noise of complaint, but she listens, going back to the slower pace she had started with. Barbara matches her strokes to Dinah’s, imagining that it was her that was there doing it instead of herself. “Good girl. You can use three fingers now.”
Dinah gasps as she slides the third inside, curling them into herself. Faintly, Barbara can hear the wet slide of the digits inside of her through the headset, and she lets out a soft moan herself as she rubs her thumb over the sensitive tip. “Barbara… Are you touching yourself, too?”
“Of course I am, darling. How can I not when you look so beautiful?” Barbara laughs, moving her hand a bit quicker. “I’m touching myself at the same time you do, Dinah. Do you like that? I’ll let you touch yourself as fast as you want now.”
“Babs…” Dinah seems even more pleased at that idea, immediately plunging her fingers in and out quicker. Her legs tremble where they hold her up, spread just enough to give her access, and she was practically dripping with arousal. Even with the shitty camera quality, Barbara could see the sheen of her slick on her fingers every time she pulled them free. As promised, Barbara fucks her own hand in time with Dinah, hoping the other woman could hear it. “Mm. I’m close. Can I- Can I cum?”
“Me too, Dinah…” Barbara had been keeping a good grasp on herself for most of the night, but now it was getting hard to keep herself together as she edged closer to her orgasm. Even though she hadn’t been touching herself for long, she’d spent a good majority of the night thinking of this happening, turning herself on more and more. “You can cum, darling. Let me hear you.”
Dinah doesn’t need to be told twice. She manages to stroke at her clit just enough with her other hand, letting out a cry of pure pleasure as she tips over her edge. Her body shakes with the orgasm, dripping down between her legs, making a mess of her fishnets. Barbara follows closely after, grunting and moaning into the mic, spilling over her own hand. She pants to catch her breath, quickly reaching over to save the video and audio logs, her eyes still on Dinah.
“You’d better get dressed quickly, love.” Barbara likes watching how Dinah struggles to stand up straight for a moment, having to clean her hand with her own mouth and adjust her suit again- even though she’d soak through it in minutes. “Don’t want anyone to catch you, do we? You were quite loud.”
“... You’re such a pain.” Dinah laughs, breathless, her hair mussed and face flushed. “... I’ll see you in a few?”
“Of course. Oracle out.”