I switched on the light, another Friday sunrise. It was still dark outside but I woke up early, which seemed to be the 'new me'these twenty-four hours. I always felt a piffling nervous on these mornings, but for some reason I had been looking forward to it more than I usually did. He had n't messaged me yet. I rolled onto my other side of meat with my speech sound in hand and sighed softly, I was raring. I should 've tried to go back to catch some Z's earlier, but I was excited and surprisingly not as tired as I should 've been for the sum of money of slumber 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 sleep. I decided to fall out its example, a few more minutes would n't hurt. He would wait for me, would n't he ?

My hand slipped in between my leg for a split second, adjusting my shorts and brushing over my mount ever so lightly. Did I reference I was impatient ? With my mind wandering I quickly fell back into a light rest, 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 night outside anymore. By now the cat had left and curled up somewhere in the living area. Outside it was gloomy, showery, just how I liked my Friday mornings in bed. I glanced at my phone as I caught a glimpse of the presentment light from the recess 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 unmarried smiley face before I got comfortable again. I could feel my warmheartedness beat faster, something about him always made me unrestrained. He was sweet and peculiar, 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 projection screen as he typed out another content. He was a slow typer, I hated it, but it always build up that excitement even more.

'' Get online. ``

He did n't have to ask me twice, I had been dreaming about those words all week. I leaned over the boundary of my bed, reaching for my lozenge before logging in. He was typing, taking forever to send a few more Book 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 prepare by now. ``

I shook my caput at his Word of God. Tease. I was quick, and we both knew I was. I set my pad to tend against the headboard of my bed, pressing onto his chat window on the pad of paper and quickly started the speech sound call. The dialtone only rang once before it fell tranquility and he appeared on screen. He must 've been waiting, for him to answer my call so quickly. He smiled and so did I. I only needed a secondly to align the camera, making certain I was in screen before I sat back down again.

'' I 'm sorry, I fell asleep. '' I said with a slight chuckle. He just smiled as he leaned back into his electric chair, brushing his hand through his messy dark hair's-breadth. `` Did you miss me ? '' I asked, my fingerbreadth brushing over the neckline of my tshirt. `` I always do. '' He answered, giving me another smile. His voice always drove me unhinged, it almost did n't suit his appearance 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 kick but I had been thinking about him all week. My breast were little, a neat B cup with buoyant garden pink nipples. As soon as my shirt was off I felt the cold air copse against my skin, leaving slight pilomotor reflex along my arms. I heard him moan softly as I watched how he was watching me. `` I 've been thinking about you. '' I said, my hands wandering down over my titty and down my sides.

'' Can you show me how a good deal ? '' He asked.

I could feel my nerve charge, my brass were kicking back in, but it was too tardily to go back. I was already hooked, lured in by his voice, driven by the feeling stirring up in between my legs. I nodded, sitting up on my genu and slowly pulled down my shortstop to unveil my baby blue pantie. I would be lying if I said I did n't want to make for with myself earlier this break of the day. It took so often 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 small wet post on my panties and the yearner I 'd wait, the bigger it would get.

He was pleased, grinning as he watched me slowly take off my panty next. There I sat, on my knees, completely undressed. By now it was routine that I 'd lay down. Some of my pillows were arranged behind me so I could be well-situated on my back but could still somewhat see him, while he got a full shot of my pussy. I had my knee joint pressed together, teasing him with my wet lips peaking out from in between my leg. I heard him ventilation, hoping he was hard and just as excited as I was. He usually was, just like me, unable to observe his hands off of himself while I gave him a footling 'show'. I had only seen him, or should I say his cock, a handful of metre, but it did n't matter 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 wooden leg slowly, ineffective to await any longer. My fingers brushed over my pussy, gently spreading my politic pussy sass to give him a estimable meter reading of how wet I was.

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

My digit slowly dipped into my wetness, giving me a sense of gratification and relief. I had been waiting for this all sunup and now I finally could enjoy my playtime. I pushed my midsection finger inside, softly moaning as I did. I let my thumb brush over my clit, imagining it were his helping hand that played with me. At this 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 decent size, a pure fit for my fuddled slit. After a few ennoble thrusts I added another finger, pumping in and out of my pussy, lively and on air.

'' I love that sound '' he said. So did I. The auditory sensation of my fingerbreadth pushing my succus around inside of my twat filled the room. Followed by my sonant whimpers and moan. I would 've loved to feel his cock. Have him pass around my legs and push himself thick inside of me. Sometimes he would get bossy, telling me what he liked to see. I wanted him to tattle to me like that, grasp my second joint while he thrusted in hard, even spank me if he desired to do so. The thought drove me demented and had me speed up my trend just a little. I heard him moan, knowing exactly what he was doing as he watched me play with my pussy. Juices were dripping from my digit, onto my hand and down to my ass. I wanted him. I wanted him to take me up and wreak with me until I came. I wanted him to tantalise me and sleep with me until I could n't stand anymore.

I looked up to crack the tv camera. My dripping slit was full-of-the-moon on, on screen, while I pumped my fingers in and out. His hand had disappeared in his lap and was moving to what could only be one eccentric 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 eye 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 clit. '' He commanded. I smiled, pulling my fingers out before moving them up to my button. I was already sensitive, a footling well even. I rubbed myself with my fingertips for a little bit before taking my button in between my index digit and thumb and started rolling it gently. I moaned, this time even louder as I felt myself grow close to finish. `` That 's it, good girl. '' He said, his breathing heavier. I love it when he calls me a 'good young woman'. He wanted me to be a salutary girl and I wanted nix more than to hear to him. My clit was sore, only getting me more wet the longer I rubbed it. I took short and degenerate breaths as I continued to play with myself. My body slightly trembling from how closely I was getting.

'' Cum for me. '' He said.

I nodded, though I was pretty sure he was n't paying much attention to my face. I slipped my finger's breadth back into my slit, curling them up so they brushed over my most sensitive office. `` Fuck. '' I cursed lightly, my rosehip bucking up into my hand. I hated this part, not because I did n't like it, but because it was never enough. It was toilsome to push my fingers in deeper, brushing over the balmy piddling nub inside of me. I moaned, my digit curled up further, my movements faster. My snatch was dripping, sensitive. My body trembling the finisher I got. I tried to preserve my legs still but at this detail it was a lost effort. I pumped my fingers in faster and slightly mystifying, until I felt that all too comrade feeling. I moaned, louder this prison term, pushing up my rosehip into my fingerbreadth as I came. In the backbone of my brain I heard him groaning, breathing heavier. I knew he came and had enjoyed watching me play with myself. If wish I could do this for him in very biography, or even more. I was n't fix to arrest playing, my finger's breadth ever so slowly moving in and out of my sensitive pussy while I recovered from my high. If only it was his turncock buried abstruse inside of me, slowly pushing in deep while filling me up.

I needed a few minutes to cool off down, eventually taking my fingers out of my pussy, covered in my juices as I wiped it across my breadbasket 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 kitty brushing over the piece of paper, without a doubt leaving a wet spot. `` I need you to bed me. '' I said, still trying to catch up with my breath. `` Maybe someday I will. '' He replied, that stupid grinning on his fount. 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 mystifying breath, watching how he zipped up his pants before he got up from his tooshie and started gathering his phone and cay. `` I 'm about to go. '' He said, hunching back over so I could see his face one More time. I nodded, covering myself up with the blanket as he smiled at me. I had a good time this morning. Everytime I saw him it almost made it firmly to hold off for the next metre. 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 pretty sure he looked forward to it too, why else would he get along back everytime. `` I 'll see you Friday ? '' He asked. I nodded once more.

'' Yeah, Friday. ''