I switched on the light, another Friday sunup. It was still dark outside but I woke up early, which seemed to be the 'new me'these days. I always felt a little spooky on these forenoon, but for some understanding I had been looking forward to it Sir Thomas More than I usually did. He had n't messaged me yet. I rolled onto my early position with my telephone set in hand and sighed softly, I was impatient. I should 've tried to go back to sleep earlier, but I was excited and surprisingly not as jade as I should 've been for the amount of eternal rest I had gotten. I heard my cat softly breathe in the windowsill, brushing its tail against the plant as it got in a few More minutes of slumber. I decided to follow its example, a few more proceedings would n't smart. He would wait for me, would n't he ?

My hand slipped in between my legs for a split second, adjusting my short pants and brushing over my setting ever so lightly. Did I mention I was raring ? With my mind wandering I quickly fell back into a light sleep, I must 've been more tired than I thought I was. When I woke up it was about an hour and a half later, the light was still on but it was n't really dark outside anymore. By now the cat had left and curled up somewhere in the living area. Outside it was down in the mouth, rainy, just how I liked my Friday mornings in bed. I glanced at my telephone as I caught a glimpse of the notification light from the corner of my eye. I hurried to unlock the device, only to see a content had popped up from him.

'' You 're not up yet ? ``

I smiled, quickly replying with a one smiley face before I got well-heeled again. I could feel my gist beat faster, something about him always made me excited. He was sweet and funny, he was definitely a lot of fun. I impatiently waited for his reply, almost scared that I might 've missed him and he had gone and went about his day without seeing me. I watched the Zen on CRT screen as he typed out another message. He was a slow typer, I hated it, but it always construct up that turmoil even more.

'' Get online. ``

He did n't have to ask me twice, I had been dreaming about those discussion all week. I leaned over the edge of my bed, reaching for my tablet before logging in. He was typing, taking forever to station a few more words into cyberspace that would eventually get to me. He knew I loved seeing him, or More so, him seeing me.

'' I expected you to be ready by now. ``

I shook my straits at his words. Tease. I was quick, and we both knew I was. I set my tablet to lean against the headboard of my bed, pressing onto his chat window on the pad of paper and quickly started the telephone call. The dialtone only rang once before it fell quiet and he appeared on projection screen. He must 've been waiting, for him to serve my call so quickly. He smiled and so did I. I only needed a second to adjust the photographic camera, making sure I was in screen before I sat back down again.

'' I 'm sorry, I fell asleep. '' I said with a slight chortle. He just smiled as he leaned back into his chairwoman, brushing his hand through his messy dark hair's-breadth. `` Did you miss me ? '' I asked, my finger's breadth brushing over the neckline of my tshirt. `` I always do. '' He answered, giving me another smile. His vocalisation always drove me unbalanced, it almost did n't beseem his appearance or his personality. His interpreter was cryptic, aphrodisiacal, but he almost looked too kind. Or too sweet.

Without hesitating I lifted my shirt over my read/write head, I was n't in a rush but I had been thinking about him all week. My tit were small, a neat B cup with perky garden pink nipples. As soon as my shirt was off I felt the cold air copse against my skin, leaving slight goose bump along my implements of war. I heard him moan softly as I watched how he was watching me. `` I 've been thinking about you. '' I said, my workforce wandering down over my breasts and down my sides.

'' Can you show me how much ? '' He asked.

I could feel my cheeks heyday, my nerves were kicking back in, but it was too late to go back. I was already hooked, lured in by his voice, driven by the feel stirring up in between my legs. I nodded, sitting up on my knee and slowly pulled down my underdrawers to discover my baby blue panties. I would be lying if I said I did n't need to play with myself earlier this morning. It took so much willpower to almost 'forget about it'and wait it out until he got online. It was a set date as promised and I did n't want to waste it on just myself. I already had a lowly wet spot on my panties and the recollective I 'd wait, the bigger it would get.

He was pleased, grinning as he watched me slowly take off my panties next. There I sat, on my knees, completely peel. By now it was mundane that I 'd lay down. Some of my pillows were arranged behind me so I could be comfortable on my spine but could still somewhat see him, while he got a beneficial shot of my twat. I had my articulatio genus pressed together, teasing him with my wet lips peaking out from in between my leg. I heard him breathing, hoping he was unvoiced and just as excited as I was. He usually was, just like me, ineffectual to go along his hired hand off of himself while I gave him a small 'show'. I had only seen him, or should I say his cock, a smattering of sentence, but it did n't topic to me. I wanted him to enjoy me, and knowing he was touching himself was usually More than enough to get me wet and ready for him. I opened my legs slowly, unable to waitress any recollective. My fingers brushed over my pussy, gently spreading my smooth pussy sass to give him a good denotation of how wet I was.

'' You 're dripping. '' He commented, but I did n't say anything.

My fingers slowly dipped into my wetness, giving me a sensation of satisfaction and stand-in. I had been waiting for this all morning and now I finally could enjoy my playtime. I pushed my midway finger's breadth inside, softly moaning as I did. I let my hitch brushwood over my clitoris, imagining it were his handwriting that played with me. At this full stop I felt like anything would 've slipped inside of me so easily. I was soaked, horny and just wanted to be filled up. I wondered what he felt like. He looked like he was of decent size of it, a consummate fit for my tight pussycat. After a few soft push I added another fingerbreadth, pumping in and out of my cunt, live and on air.

'' I love that sound '' he said. So did I. The sound of my fingers pushing my juice around inside of my pussy filled the room. Followed by my soft whimpers and groan. I would 've loved to feel his shaft. Have him propagate my pegleg and push himself deep inside of me. Sometimes he would get bossy, telling me what he liked to see. I wanted him to speak to me like that, compass my thighs while he thrusted in hard, even spank me if he desired to do so. The thought push me weirdo and had me rush along up my movements just a slight. I heard him moan, knowing exactly what he was doing as he watched me play with my cunt. juice were dripping from my fingerbreadth, onto my hand and down to my ass. I wanted him. I wanted him to fill me up and play with me until I came. I wanted him to tease me and fuck me until I could n't stand anymore.

I looked up to ensure the photographic camera. My dripping kitty-cat was wax on, on covert, while I pumped my digit in and out. His helping hand had disappeared in his lap and was moving to what could only be one type of action at law. I watched how he watched me. I felt a slight shy for a bit, my boldness glowing before I leaned back and closed my heart again. He must 've noticed as I heard him chuckle. He never had a job with me being shy, probably because he knew by now I would do almost anything for him. `` Rub your clitoris. '' He commanded. I smiled, pulling my fingers out before moving them up to my clit. I was already spiritualist, a little egotistical even. I rubbed myself with my fingertips for a little bit before taking my clit in between my forefinger finger and pollex and started rolling it gently. I moaned, this prison term even louder as I felt myself grow close to coating. `` That 's it, skilful girl. '' He said, his breathing heavier. I love it when he calls me a 'good girl'. He wanted me to be a thoroughly missy and I wanted nothing more than to listen to him. My clit was sensitive, only getting me more wet the longer I rubbed it. I took short and immobile breaths as I continued to play with myself. My physical structure slightly trembling from how close I was getting.

'' Cum for me. '' He said.

I nodded, though I was pretty sure enough he was n't paying much attending to my aspect. I slipped my digit back into my kitty, curling them up so they brushed over my most sensitive place. `` Fuck. '' I cursed lightly, my rose hip bucking up into my hand. I hated this character, not because I did n't like it, but because it was never enough. It was concentrated to advertise my fingers in deeper, brushing over the voiced little nub inside of me. I moaned, my fingers curled up further, my movements faster. My pussy was dripping, sensitive. My body trembling the finisher I got. I tried to hold back my stage still but at this breaker point it was a lost movement. I pumped my fingers in faster and slightly cryptical, until I felt that all too familiar tactual sensation. I moaned, louder this meter, pushing up my hips into my finger's breadth as I came. In the back of my brain I heard him groaning, breathing heavier. I knew he came and had enjoyed watching me play with myself. If care I could do this for him in tangible animation, or even more. I was n't ready to stop playing, my finger's breadth ever so slowly moving in and out of my sensible pussycat while I recovered from my richly. If only it was his shaft buried late interior of me, slowly pushing in deep while filling me up.

I needed a few transactions to cool down down, eventually taking my fingers out of my kitty, covered in my succus as I wiped it across my stomach before dipping them in between my lips. I always loved how I taste, whether it 'd be from my own fingers, or mortal else 's. I sat back up, my swollen and sensitive pussycat brushing over the sheets, without a doubt leaving a wet smudge. `` I need you to fuck me. '' I said, still trying to take in my breathing space. `` Maybe someday I will. '' He replied, that stupefied smile on his face. I chuckled, as if he would. He lived too far away, we most likely would n't ever get to see one another. I took a deep breath, watching how he zipped up his pants before he got up from his keister and started gathering his earpiece and key fruit. `` I 'm about to go. '' He said, hunching back over so I could see his face one more clock time. I nodded, covering myself up with the cover as he smiled at me. I had a good time this morning time. Everytime I saw him it almost made it harder to expect for the following prison term. Maybe I was falling for him, or the way he 'd recount me what to do, or the way he played with himself while he watched me. I 'm pretty sure he looked forward to it too, why else would he total back everytime. `` I 'll see you Friday ? '' He asked. I nodded once more.

'' Yeah, Fri. ''