“I don’t remember agreeing to you being my keeper. Besides, I’m not exactly one who goes out on the town late at night.”
“I’ll let that one slide. I figured so, but was just curious. What are you doing?”
“Just hanging out in the living room, about to go to bed.”
“Good, go get in bed.” My cock swelled when I imagined her getting in bed in an oversized T-shirt or nothing at all.
“Oh, making demands now, are we?”
“Yes. At some point you’ll learn I don’t fuck around.” I slipped out of my shorts feeling the soft cotton sheets on my bare skin. Something about it made me untamed, or maybe it was just the sexy woman I was texting.
“Are we really doing this?”
I thought about keeping my authoritative tone, but I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. “Only if you want to.”
A few minutes ticked by before she responded and my thoughts drifted. I could have called her. After all, it was my voice she craved, but I wanted to draw this out. She might’ve made the connection that I was her client already; she was a smart woman. But the game of pretending was too good—too hot. We existed in our own little world and once we spoke truths aloud, reality couldn’t be ignored.
Her text snapped me out of my daze. “All right. I’m in bed.”
She must have been changing. A picture started to form in my mind and I needed more details. “I’m going to be stereotypical for a minute here, but what are you wearing?”
“Omg, really? You’re serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
“God, how cliche can you get?” The typing dots appeared immediately, and another text came. “A black nightdress.”
My cock stiffened. Of course it was black. She was like a dark angel that I was going to bend to my will. “I’m not surprised since you said your favorite color was black last night. I like it. Are you comfortable doing what I say, baby?”
“Fine, why not.”
“I don’t really like that answer. I need a clear one.”
“Okay. I will.”
I let out a deep breath. This was it. Her orgasms were going to be mine for the foreseeable future. “Better, but we’ll work on it. Caress your body with your free hand.”
“Okay.”
“Now, linger on your tits, kneading them through the fabric of your dress.” I was fully hard thinking about her breasts. I didn’t know what they looked like, but I didn’t care. They would be perfect no matter what.
“Mm. I’m going to warn you, I’m not very good at this. I don’t sext.”
“You don’t have to do anything. Just respond with yes, no, or an answer if I ask a question. Slip your hand under your nightgown and rub your nipples.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me how good it feels, baby.”
“So fucking good.”
“Perfect. I thought it might. You’re doing amazing. Imagine how good it would feel if it were me rubbing them, then sucking and licking them with my expert tongue.”
“You’re good. This is fucking hot.”
“Oh, baby, we’re just getting started.”
I couldn’t take it any longer. I gripped my cock, thepressure forcing a moan at the relief. I slowly stroked myself from the base to the tip, balancing the phone in my other hand.
