“Well, hello there. It is very good to see you,” Jim said, his smile lighting up his whole face and possibly the room.
She grinned inanely at him. “I can’t believe I can see you and you’re so far away.”
“You gotta love technology, honey. We should do this every night and morning. It’s better than just talking on the phone, but I like the inappropriate sexting,” he grinned, and meant every word.
“I have missed your face,” she said obscurely, but she really had missed the sight of his face in front of her, every handsome feature of it.
“Just my face?”
“Well, all of you, but you know what I mean.” Her nerves were beginning to rise again.
“Yes, I do,” he confirmed then turned his attention to her fully. “Stand up and show me what you’re wearing.” Tasha stood up hesitantly and turned the laptop then stepped back, placing more of herself in shot. “Stop, take your robe off, slowly.”
She undid the belt and allowed the robe to gape open. Slowly, she dropped her arms so the robe fell off her shoulders. With her nervousness still rising as it fell to the floor revealing black lace underwear, similar to the white set he’d bought her in New York, Tasha took a few deep breaths. The bra was briefly cut and plunged to a breath-taking depth and the panties were almost non-existent.
“Oh God, Tasha, you look gorgeous. Come back to the bed. Pile your pillows up and lie back so you can still see me,” he commanded and she willingly abided. “Now, close your eyes until I tell you to open them, okay?”
“Mmm,” she replied with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.
“Okay?” he repeated, needing her full and undivided attention.
“Yes, James,” she replied this time.
“Put the index and middle fingers of your right hand into your mouth and slowly suck them, make them wet, honey.”
She followed his instructions to the letter and with her eyes closed he was there with her, doing this with her, to her.
“Trace a path from your mouth down your chin, your throat and chest. Put your fingers into your bra and lift your tits out one at a time and play with them.”
“James,” she protested.
“Ssh, baby. Listen to my voice and imagine I’m there. Imagine it’s me doing this,” he said, soothing and reassuring her, giving her the confidence to do this.
She followed his commands and began to pinch and tease her nipples. She knew it was her own touch at her own hands and yet the caresses were undoubtedly Jim’s, his touch soliciting arousal and moans that filled the space around her.
“Oh baby, it feels good, doesn’t it? What would I do next?”
“James, I,” she began to protest again.
“No, Tasha, do what I would do. You know what I’d do, don’t you?” he asked seriously. “I would be wanting your pussy now, but I’d want you moaning louder for it first. So, move your hands down and lift your legs up. Show me.”
She slid her feet up the bed and allowed her knees to drop to the side and wondered how on earth he did this to her. How she became this woman in his presence, even if his presence was rather remote at the moment.
“Good girl, now let your hands skim down your thighs to your knees and then really slowly take them back up your thighs to your panties.”
She moaned even louder now as she followed his orders again.
“How do you feel, Tasha?”
“Hot and wet,” she replied with honesty in her literal response.
“You know what I would do now, don’t you? I would slip my fingers into your panties and into you. Do it, Tasha. Move them in and out, faster baby.”
She couldn’t believe she was doing this. It was so dirty, but such a turn on and as she kept her eyes closed, they weren’t her hands, they were James’.
“Honey, what would I do now?” he asked and although she knew the answer, she felt embarrassed to tell him. “Natasha, answer me, what would I do now?” he repeated.
“You would suck your fingers,” she almost whispered.
