Yes! God, why can’t people leave well enough alone? Tonight I was told I’m not getting any younger, I’m too picky, and I’m unapproachable.
I approached you once.
With your smooth Harry Potter pickup line.
That was so ridiculous.
Hey, it worked.
It did. So clearly you are not that picky.
That made me smile. You didn’t even need a line tonight. I ran right into you.
You did. I quite enjoyed it.
There was a long pause, during which I chewed my lip and considered the interesting places this little conversation could go. Maybe we hadn’t gotten a second round in the closet, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t still have some fun tonight. So. What are you up to now?
Just lying here.
Me too.
Are you in bed?
Yes. I took a breath and wiggled my toes, which I do automatically when I’m excited about something. Are you?
Yes.
I grinned. I feel like I should ask you what you’re wearing. Is that pervy?
Ha. No. Especially since I am not wearing anything too exciting. I never changed.
Still in your suit? Damn, that was exciting enough for me. I love a man in a suit and tie. Add a wristwatch, and my panties melt. I lay back on the pillows, getting more comfortable.
I took off the shoes and coat.
Tie?
Still wearing it.
My fingers trembled a little, but I typed the words I was thinking. Take it off.
He didn’t answer right away, and I wondered if I’d gone too far, or if he was really doing it. This was the problem when you couldn’t see someone’s face. I chose to imagine he was taking it off, and pictured his hands loosening the knot and sliding it free from around his neck.
My phone buzzed.
Done. Your turn.
I’m not wearing a tie.
What are you wearing, smartass?
A t-shirt. Underwear. And I’m sorry to say they are not sexy at all.
Take your shirt off.
My heartbeat pattered faster as I set the phone aside, pulled my shirt over my head and lay back again. Done. Unbutton yours.
Done.
I hesitated, breathing hard and wondering what to do next. Was this really happening? Undo your belt.
Hey it’s my turn.
I’m only wearing one more thing!
OK fine. But you’re bossy.
I grinned and imagined those hands on his belt buckle, my stomach flipping. Unzip your pants while you’re at it.
OK Bossypants. Done. Now take off your underwear.
I pushed them down my legs and kicked them off, leaving them under the covers at my feet. Done.
So you’re naked?
Yes.
Fuck.
Are you hard?
Are you kidding?
No.
Fuck yes I am. I wish I was there.
I bent my knees and flattened my hand on my stomach. What would you do to me?
I’ll tell you. But first tell me. Are you wet?
I slid my left hand between my legs, widening my knees a little, dipping a fingertip inside. Yes.
His next few messages came one by one, in no particular hurry.
I’d want to taste you first.
I’d bury my head in your thighs and lick you up down and sideways.
I’d do it softly just to make you beg for more.
I’d do it hard until your legs shook.
I’d fuck you with my tongue.
As he talked, I touched myself in just the ways he described, first with light, gentle strokes, soft little circles over my clit that made it ache and hum, feather-light brushes over tingling nerves. Then harder, pressing more firmly, dipping one finger inside myself, all the while imagining the feel of his beard against my skin, the sight of his dark hair between my thighs.
Yes yes yes was all I managed to type. The hum was building into a buzz, spreading throughout my whole body and I encouraged it, opening my legs wider, moving my fingers faster, dropping the phone on the bed and taking one hard nipple between my fingers. I glanced at the screen one last time.
I’d use my fingers inside you and my mouth on your pussy until you came so hard you couldn’t breathe. I’d feel it happen on my tongue and fingers, hear you scream my name, watch your back arch off the bed.
At this point I stopped reading because my eyes were closing and my body was tight with tension, bursting with the need to come. His words and the thought of him doing what he described pushed me over the edge and I sighed his name as the orgasm crashed through me in blissful, rolling waves.
Then I lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, until I recovered enough to pick up the phone.
Oh my god
Oh my god
I can’t
Type
Are you breathing?
Heavily
Did you come?
Hard
Did you like it?
YES. My turn.
I rolled onto my stomach, smiling mischievously. If you were here, I’d be begging you to fuck me right now.
Would you?
Yes. You’ve got me hot and wet and wanting you.
What do you want?
First I want my hands on your cock.
I want to feel how big and hard it is.
I want to wrap my fingers around it and wonder how I’m going to take it all inside me. I’m remembering how hard you fucked me years ago, so deep it hurt.
But I liked it.
I think about it all the time.
I make myself come when I fantasize about it. He wasn’t typing back. I hoped his fingers were busy. Can you feel my hands on you?
Yes
Good. Now I want to straddle you and rub the tip of your cock against my pussy, so you can feel how wet I am.
oh fuck
I take my time, slide down onto you, inch by inch.