Page 42 of Keeping it Casual
Fuck, I’m throbbing.
“Are you pretending I’m touching you?” he asks.
“Definitely,” I gasp.
I can see him on his couch, his lids half-lowered, the way they get when he’s turned on, his cock glistening with precum.
“So, my hands are yours? And yours are mine?”
“Fuck yes,” I groan.
“Where would you touch me?”
I force myself to breathe through the almost unbearableintensity of my arousal. “I’d have one hand on your cock, and the other would be sliding down to touch your balls.” I’m definitely panting now, which makes it harder to get the words out.
“That sounds so good,” he says softly.
I groan as I stroke myself. “So good.”
“What else would you do?”
I pause before I answer. “I’d be using my mouth on your cock.”
Jeremy gives a groan of his own. “Yes, please.”
“I’d want to lick it,” I tell him.
Suddenly I realize Jeremy’s stopped stroking his cock and is just staring at me.
“Oh fuck. I thought I could do this, but I can’t. Meet me at the fence,” he says.
I try to relocate my brain back into my head. “The fence?”
“You know, the back corner of your property. There’s a point where our fences overlap. Meet me there.”
And suddenly, he ends the phone call.
What the hell?
I have no choice but to get dressed with a throbbing dick. I stumble out into my backyard, the security lights by the house flickering on to give me some light as I lurch my way over to the back fence.
“Are you there?” I ask in a lowered voice.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
There’s a scuffling sound, and then he curses.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just tripped on Lucy’s bike.”
His voice comes closer, and I see the top of his head and his eyes peering over the large wooden fence.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he says in a sexy voice.
“Such a coincidence,” I reply with a smile.
His hands grasp the top of the fence, and suddenly his torsoappears, but then his face morphs from a sexy smirk into something more troubled, and he starts sliding back down, disappearing behind the fence.
