Why not join me, touching yourself from where you are, hotshot?
Ohhhhhhh,I must really be sick. I didn’t catch on.
My hand trails down my body, into my loose tracksuit pants and grasps my cock, giving it a few slow, loose pumps.
I could do that. But I don’t have much of a voice to compete with those beautiful moans I wish I was fucking out of you.
She moans again, a little louder this time.
Argh, how do you say the right things?
Natural talent, gorgeous.
Now put a hand on one of your glorious tits so I can hear that moan again.
A moan chokes through the wall and I firm up the grip on my cock, imagining Mabel on the other side of the wall, laying in bed, touching herself.
I wish I was there with you.
My mouth would be on every inch of your skin.
I’ve missed tasting you.
Watching your face slowly lose control.
Moan.
I miss that moan in my ears. The breath it comes out on across my chest. Pushing it out of you as I’m buried in your perfect pussy.
I didn’t realise you had such a dirty mouth.
Dirty mouth begging for you to ride it, baby.
Moan.
I want to see you. I don’t care if you can’t talk. I need to see you.
I hit the call button on our chat, and she instantly picks up. Her hair is dishevelled, her top is askew, and her face is flushed. I wish I could go over and finish her off.
“Hey,” I greet, my voice gravely.
“Hey. That voice is…something else,” she says, glassy-eyed and breathing laboured.
“Fuck, it’s good to see your face.” I ignore the burning feeling in my throat.
“I’ve missed yours, too.” Her arm moves to behind her head.
“Did I tell you to move your hand?” I ask, taking advantage of the demanding tone my scratchy throat makes.
Her face is awash with fresh desire, and her eyes flutter. “You didn’t,” she replies, and her arm moves to down her body.
“Good girl. Now keep your hand down there. I want to watch your face as you come.”
She moans and I hear it through the wall and the speaker. Her eyes close and I can see her shoulder moving as her hand starts rubbing her clit again.
“I wish you were here touching me,” she whimpers.
“Me too, baby. I’ll make it up to you when I see you next. For now, I’ll help you through the phone.”
