I switched on the brightness level, another Friday morning. It was still dark outside but I woke up early, which seemed to be the 'new me'these days. I always felt a little nervous on these mornings, but for some reason I had been looking forward to it Thomas More than I usually did. He had n't messaged me yet. I rolled onto my other side with my earpiece in hand and sighed softly, I was raring. I should 've tried to go back to sleep earlier, but I was excited and surprisingly not as wear down as I should 've been for the amount of nap I had gotten. I heard my cat softly breathe in the windowsill, brushing its tail against the plants as it got in a few More minutes of eternal rest. I decided to follow its example, a few Thomas More minutes would n't hurt. He would hold back for me, would n't he ?

My script slipped in between my wooden leg for a rive second, adjusting my shorts and brushing over my mount ever so lightly. Did I quotation I was impatient ? With my mind wandering I quickly fell back into a light up rest, I must 've been more tired than I thought I was. When I woke up it was about an minute 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 bread and butter area. Outside it was blue, rainy, just how I liked my Friday mornings in bed. I glanced at my phone as I caught a glimpse of the telling Light from the turning point of my eye. I hurried to unlock the device, only to see a message had popped up from him.

'' You 're not up yet ? ``

I smiled, quickly replying with a single smiley face before I got prosperous again. I could feel my heart beat faster, something about him always made me excited. He was dessert 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 dots on screen as he typed out another message. He was a slow typer, I hated it, but it always construct up that excitement even more.

'' Get online. ``

He did n't make to ask me twice, I had been dreaming about those tidings all hebdomad. I leaned over the edge of my bed, reaching for my pill before logging in. He was typing, taking forever to institutionalise 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 make by now. ``

I shook my head at his row. Tease. I was ready, and we both knew I was. I set my tab to tilt against the headboard of my bed, pressing onto his chat window on the tablet and quickly started the phone call. The dialtone only rang once before it fell quiet and he appeared on screen. He must 've been waiting, for him to reply 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 chair, brushing his mitt through his messy dark tomentum. `` Did you miss me ? '' I asked, my fingers brushing over the neckline of my tshirt. `` I always do. '' He answered, giving me another smile. His voice always drove me crazy, it almost did n't beseem his appearing or his personality. His voice was deep, sexy, but he almost looked too kind. Or too sweet.

Without hesitating I lifted my shirt over my head, I was n't in a spate but I had been thinking about him all workweek. My breasts were small, a neat B cup with perky pink nipples. As soon as my shirt was off I felt the cold air brush against my skin, leaving slim goose pimple along my branch. I heard him groan softly as I watched how he was watching me. `` I 've been thinking about you. '' I said, my hands wandering down over my breasts and down my sides.

'' Can you point me how practically ? '' He asked.

I could feel my impudence flush, my nerves were kicking back in, but it was too recently to go back. I was already hooked, lured in by his voice, driven by the feeling stirring up in between my ramification. I nodded, sitting up on my knees and slowly pulled down my short circuit to disclose my babe blue air panties. I would be lying if I said I did n't desire to play with myself earlier this morning time. It took so often self-possession to almost 'forget about it'and waitress it out until he got online. It was a set particular date as promised and I did n't require to devastate it on just myself. I already had a pocket-sized wet daub on my panties and the long I 'd wait, the bigger it would get.

He was proud of, grinning as he watched me slowly take off my panties next. There I sat, on my articulatio genus, completely disinvest. By now it was everyday that I 'd lay down. Some of my pillows were arranged behind me so I could be comfy on my rachis but could still somewhat see him, while he got a good shot of my pussy. I had my knee pressed together, teasing him with my wet lip peaking out from in between my legs. I heard him breathing, hoping he was hard and just as excited as I was. He usually was, just like me, ineffective to keep his hands off of himself while I gave him a trivial 'show'. I had only seen him, or should I say his cock, a smattering of fourth dimension, but it did n't matter to me. I wanted him to bask me, and knowing he was touching himself was usually More than enough to get me wet and ready for him. I opened my wooden leg slowly, unable to wait any longer. My fingerbreadth brushed over my kitty, gently spreading my liquid pussy backtalk to pay him a good meter reading 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 alleviation. I had been waiting for this all break of the day and now I finally could enjoy my playday. I pushed my middle digit inside, softly moaning as I did. I let my leaf brush over my clit, imagining it were his script that played with me. At this power point 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 decently size, a gross fit for my tight cunt. After a few blue poking I added another finger, pumping in and out of my slit, live and on air.

'' I love that sound '' he said. So did I. The sound of my finger pushing my juice around inside of my pussy filled the elbow room. Followed by my easy whimper and moan. I would 've loved to feel his prick. Have him circularise my legs and push himself deep inside of me. Sometimes he would get autocratic, telling me what he liked to see. I wanted him to talk to me like that, savvy my thighs while he thrusted in difficult, even larrup me if he desired to do so. The thought ride me half-baked and had me bucket along up my movements just a little. I heard him groan, knowing exactly what he was doing as he watched me caper with my pussy. Juices were dripping from my fingers, onto my hand and down to my ass. I wanted him. I wanted him to occupy me up and play with me until I came. I wanted him to tease me and eff me until I could n't stand anymore.

I looked up to check the television camera. My dripping snatch was full on, on screen, while I pumped my finger in and out. His hand had disappeared in his lap and was moving to what could only be one case of action. I watched how he watched me. I felt a little shy for a moment, my cheeks glowing before I leaned back and closed my eyes again. He must 've noticed as I heard him chortle. 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 button. I was already raw, a little swollen even. I rubbed myself with my fingertips for a minuscule bit before taking my button in between my index finger and thumb and started rolling it gently. I moaned, this prison term even louder as I felt myself grow close to finishing. `` That 's it, good girl. '' He said, his breathing heavier. I love it when he calls me a 'good lady friend'. He wanted me to be a good girl and I wanted nothing more than to listen to him. My button was spiritualist, only getting me more wet the longer I rubbed it. I took short and fast breaths as I continued to play with myself. My body slightly trembling from how unaired I was getting.

'' Cum for me. '' He said.

I nodded, though I was pretty indisputable he was n't paying often attention to my human face. I slipped my fingers back into my pussy, curling them up so they brushed over my most sensitive spot. `` Fuck. '' I cursed lightly, my pelvis bucking up into my mitt. I hated this theatrical role, not because I did n't like it, but because it was never enough. It was unvoiced to push my fingers in deeper, brushing over the balmy little nub inside of me. I moaned, my fingers curled up further, my movements faster. My kitty was dripping, medium. My eubstance trembling the closer I got. I tried to keep my legs still but at this point it was a lost campaign. I pumped my fingers in faster and slightly deeper, until I felt that all too conversant spirit. I moaned, louder this metre, pushing up my coxa into my finger as I came. In the back of my mind I heard him groaning, breathing heavier. I knew he came and had enjoyed watching me trifle with myself. If want I could do this for him in existent life, or even Thomas More. I was n't ready to hold on acting, my fingers ever so slowly moving in and out of my sensitive pussy while I recovered from my heights. If only it was his cock buried deep inside of me, slowly pushing in thick while filling me up.

I needed a few second to cool down, eventually taking my finger's breadth out of my pussy, 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 someone else 's. I sat back up, my swollen and sensitive pussy brush over the sheets, without a doubt leaving a wet post. `` I need you to bed me. '' I said, still trying to pick up my breathing space. `` Maybe someday I will. '' He replied, that stupid grin 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 breathing space, watching how he zipped up his pants before he got up from his stern and started gathering his speech sound and samara. `` I 'm about to go. '' He said, hunching back over so I could see his aspect one more sentence. I nodded, covering myself up with the blanket as he smiled at me. I had a practiced meter this daybreak. Everytime I saw him it almost made it harder to wait for the following time. Maybe I was falling for him, or the way he 'd tell me what to do, or the way he played with himself while he watched me. I 'm reasonably sure he looked forward to it too, why else would he fall back everytime. `` I 'll see you Friday ? '' He asked. I nodded once more.

'' Yeah, Friday. ''