She shot offscreen for a moment and came back holding up her lucky, creepy rubber duck.“I tore apart the room looking for this before we went to hear about the team, I had to go downstairs without luck, and it was in my fucking toiletry bag!How did it even get there?”
He laughed.“Just goes to show you didn’t need luck for this.I’ve seen firsthand that you can do anything you put your mind to.”
She lifted her free hand, but didn’t bring it to the duck’s head.“Thank you.For getting me ready for this and for believing in me.”
“No need.”He took a breath.“Are you ready?”
“Ready.”To Spencer’s relief, she put the duck aside out of the shot.
She reached a hand up, but paused with it above her breast.“And what are you going to do through this?Just watch, or treat it like porn?”
She traced her fingertips over her nipple.It stiffened at her touch, and Spencer felt himself starting to harden, too.“I should be watching so I know what to do for you, but seeing you like that might be too much, and I might have to do something about it.”
“Maybe I want to see you.”She removed her shirt, brought her hand to the outside of her pajama bottoms, and started rubbing herself on top.“Maybe that’ll get me going even more.”
“I’ll get this out of the way.”He removed his shirt.
“Nice.”She traced her fingers up and down her inner thighs, smiling as she did.He angled his screen so she’d be able to see the outline of his growing erection under his clothes.
“Aw, yeah.”Her hand moved higher to massage between her legs.Spencer knew he should be taking note of how hard she was pressing and the changes to her expression, but it was all too hot.He shifted position and clasped himself through his clothes.
She didn’t pause as she faced him through half-closed eyes.“Take it out.”
Spencer was grateful to live alone, but moved from the couch to the bed before lowering his track pants all the same.“That’s what you do to me,” he said, lazily stroking his erection.
“I’m not sorry.”She dipped her hand into her pants.“Not one bit.”
“Let me see.”He could hear a hint of desperation in his own voice but didn’t care.“Show me what to do for you.”
As she lowered her pajama bottoms, her underwear came down with them.Spencer’s mouth nearly watered at the sight, but she didn’t seem to notice.She kicked the clothes aside before returning to the matter at hand.“It’s been too long.I haven’t been able to do this with Tish in the next bed, and the shower head’s bolted to the wall.”
“It’s been a while for me too.”He felt his own movements speed up.His low mood had all but killed his libido over the past few weeks, but it was stirring back tonight.
Misty looked about to say something, but instead gasped.As she writhed on her hand, her breath came faster before moans escaped.It had been too long since he’d heard those noises, and they were driving him crazy.His eyes fell shut as his climax slammed into him, and he was too far gone to care whether the neighbors heard his half-moan, half-yell.
“Damn.”He opened his eyes to see Misty sprawled across the bathmat, her hands hidden under her.“Wasn’t...prepared for...”
She lost herself to another orgasm.He couldn’t even speak; he just admired the sight while remembering how amazing it felt to have her do that on top of him.It sent another jolt to his groin.He clasped himself again.Maybe he hadn’t fully let go before, because it wasn’t long before he felt another small spurt of cum on his hand.
He found his voice as her eyes fluttered open.“That was...”
“Yeah.”She looked over her shoulder.“I should probably shower for real once I can stand up.”
He glanced down at his stained stomach.“I could use one too.But I’ll see you soon.”
“Before we both know it.I love you.”
“I love you too.”This time, the reminder of their separation wasn’t a bitter one.It filled him with anticipation for what lay ahead.
