I give him two minutes before I video call him.
When he answers, the screen is gray, and I can’t make anything out.
“Alright, so what’s—?” I almost swallow my tongue when I realize he’s wearing one of the new pairs of sweatpants I bought him, and he’s filling the camera with his junk. “Oh, that is very nice.”
“You think so?” He leans down so his head is in the shot.
The material is thin and stretchy and hugs his bulge just like I hoped it would.
“Exactly what I was hoping for. Turn around. Let me see the back.”
He wiggles his ass for me, and I want to spank it, or bite it, or fuck it. So many fun options. Too bad I can’t do any of those things since we’re a million miles apart.
“You little tease.”
“I’m not little.” He turns back around.
My voice sounds dreamy when I answer. “No, you are not, and those pants leave no room for doubt.”
I look down again, and it’s pretty obvious where his dick is resting.
“I never thought sweatpants could make me look sexy.”
“So sexy, and there would be nowhere for you to hide an erection.” His dick twitches, and that gives me an idea. “Should we try it out and see?”
“Try what?”
“Seeing what it looks like when your dick is hard.”
“Yes.” His hand reaches down to grab it, but I stop him with a shout. He looks up at me.
“Don’t touch unless I say.”
He’s quiet for a moment before he decides to play along like the good slut I know he is.
“But how will we know if I don’t get hard?”
“Let’s try this.” I take my shirt off, and his eyes go wide. “Is this turning you on?”
“Yes.” He stares at me.
“Move closer,” I command. “That’s good. I’ve got a nice view, and it looks like you’re interested.”
“Yes.”
“But not enough, yet.” I give him a saucy grin before standing and unbuttoning my pants.
“Dear Lord baby Jesus.” He gasps as the red lace comes into view. “You are the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.”
“Why, thank you.” I preen and turn to shimmy my pants off. I bend at the waist and check over my shoulder to see his reaction. His dick rockets to full hardness. “There, that’s better.”
Then I slip on my silk shorts and tank.
“You sleep in those?” His mouth practically drops open.
“I do.” My hand runs over my collarbone then down my chest.
“They look soft.” His hands clench at his sides.
