Ashtyn: Soaked.
I groaned and rubbed my hand over the tip of my hard dick a few times before I texted back.
Me: Send me a picture of your tits.
The three dots dance again on my screen as I held my phone with one hand and slowly stroked my cock with the other. Then they stopped, and I held my breath and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally, my phone rang, and Ashtyn’s name appeared on the screen.
“Cupcake.”
“I’m not sending you a picture of me naked.”
Maybe she didn’t trust me yet. I’d win her over eventually. “You’re face doesn’t need to be in it.”
“I know.” There was a slight pause before she asked, “Are you hard?”
“Yes.” I resumed stroking myself slowly, not wanting to rush whatever was about to happen.
She moaned into the phone.
“Are you touching yourself?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Where?” I needed to make sure my visual in my head was correct.
“Between my legs. I can feel how wet I am through my panties.”
Oh, Jesus.Ashtyn wasn’t naked as she’d said in the earlier text, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was shewastouching herself. “Fuck, Ashtyn. Keep going.”
She moaned again. “I’m touching myself, pretending you’re here with me.”
“I can be there in three minutes,” I stated and waited for the okay.
Instead, she said, “Tell me what you would do to me if you were here.”
Okay …“For starters, if I walked in on you touching yourself, your panties soaked, I would let you play with yourself while I watched.”
“Yeah?” She breathed heavy into the phone, and I knew she was really touching herself.
“Yeah. Can you do that for me? Pretend that I’m there.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Slowly I would walk to the bed then start kissing you. My tongue slipping into your mouth. You’d mimic with your fingers the way my tongue swirled around yours.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
I continued to stroke myself, still not rushing anything. “After a minute or so, I’d slowly lick down your neck to your nipples, making sure they were just as hard as I was.”
“I’d like that.”