“Seems I’m at a disadvantage.”
“Mmm, how is that?”
“Well, you’re getting a show and I’m not.”
“What kind of show do you want?” Ivory’s breath turns husky at my insinuation.
“I think it’s only fair that I get to see your chest since you are seeing mine.”
“You think so?”
“Show me those pretty tits, Hollywood.” Her phone falls to the bed beside her. The rustling of fabric fills the speakers, then she’s back and angling the phone so I can only see her bare collarbone and the swell of her breasts at first.
“Like this?” She releases the sheet from where it was pulled over her boobs.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Her perky tits sit up on her chest, rising and falling with her ragged breath. Her rosy nipples are hard and pointing right at the camera. “What I wouldn’t give to put those in my mouth right now.” My mouth waters at the memory of worshiping those tits the last time we were together.
“I wish you were here,” Ivory moans as she tweaks a nipple in her free hand.
“Are you wanting phone sex, Hollywood?” Repositioningmyself on the bed, I lie back and stuff the hotel pillows under my head. Grabbing my hard cock through my shorts, I give it a small pump.
“I’ve never had video phone sex before.” Ivory kneads her breast in her hand as she wiggles on the bed.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
“Yes,” Ivory breathes out as she switches breasts.
“Are you wearing any pants?” Ivory shakes her head. “Show me.” Holding the phone out, Ivory kicks the covers off her lower half and pans the camera phone down her body. I take in the cut of her abdominals down to her narrow hips. Then the holy grail. “Open your legs for me.” Ivory’s knees fall open revealing her bare pussy. “Fuck, I miss you.”
“Are you talking to me or my vagina?” Ivory whips the phone back to her face and lifts an eyebrow at me.
“Both.” Shucking off my shorts, I wrap a hand around my shaft. “Play with your pussy while I fuck my hand and wish it were you. Prop your phone up so I can watch.”
Ivory looks around the room, trying to figure out how to prop her phone up while I do the same. There’s a chair at the desk in the room beside a full length mirror and an idea comes to me.
“Where are you going?”
“Hold on, I have an idea. Is there a chair in your room?” Moving the chair, I sit down close to the mirror and widen my legs. I lean back and test the position. My hand falls perfectly into my lap and the mirror shows everything.
“Yeah, why?” Flipping the camera view, I turn it to face the mirror so Ivory can see me sitting in the chair with my cock in my hand. Ivory gasps and her mouth parts as she takes in the view. Her tongue peeks out and wets her plump lips. “Move the chair in front of the mirror and show me my pussy.” Ivory bites her lip but then gets up off the bed.
“I don’t know how you are going to see anything if I am sitting in this chair.” Ivory turns the camera as she sits down in amodern accent chair. The armrests are made of wood but will do well for the scene I have in mind.
“Hang your legs over the armrests.” Ivory’s eyes widen a fraction at my suggestion. “Come on, Hollywood. Don’t keep me waiting.” I pump my cock again slowly, squeezing at the top. Precum is already beading on the tip. I watch as Ivory slowly lifts one leg and then the other over the armrests, putting her wet cunt on full display. “Good girl. Such a pretty pussy.” When Ivory doesn’t make a move to play with herself, I keep talking. “Touch it. Spread those lips open and let me see how wet you are.”
Ivory trails a hand down her thigh to the apex. Sliding through the wetness at her core, Ivory lets out a small moan. “I’m so wet, Preston.”
“Show me.” Using two fingers, Ivory spreads herself to the mirror. The glistening of her arousal reflects back at me. “I can still taste you on my tongue.”
“I want your tongue.”
“Use your fingers, rub your clit. Pretend it’s my tongue flicking back and forth.”
Stroking my cock even harder, I watch as Ivory circles her clit. She starts slowly but loses herself in the pleasure.
“Oh, that feels good.”
“Can you put a finger in and still rub your clit?”
