I hear the uncertainty in her voice and finally drag my eyes back up her body slowly to meet hers, “Damn, Kitty Kat. You are so fucking sexy.”
I see her chest rise and fall as she takes in a breath, for courage, I think. I consider encouraging her more, but I back off slightly, wanting this to be her choice. I want her to want to do it for me as much as I want her to do it, so I stay quiet, my eyes rapt on her, telling her everything that I want.
After what seems like an eternity but is probably really just a few seconds, she pulls the t-shirt hem up and over her head, revealing that she doesn’t have on a bra anymore.
Her breasts are full and ripe with deep pink areolas surrounding her hard nipples. I pull my eyes away from the mesmerizing force of her nipples to scan down her body, across her nipped-in waist, soft tummy, and curvy hips to her pussy covered in black bikini panties.
They’re functional and basic, not designed for seduction but oh, so sexy anyway. The high straps curve up and over the swell of her hips, making the whole visual even sexier. My cock throbs with hunger to feel what she’d feel like against me, under me.
Somewhere deep inside, I like that she’s not done up, as she called it, not some fake version of herself that only highlights the good stuff. This is really her, just hanging out at home in comfy clothes and no makeup, and she’s letting me into her life for a moment, vulnerable and real. For that, I can only say one thing. “You’re absolutely stunning. I know I said that already, but this is better than I’ve imagined.”
She blushes but smiles. “Thank you.”
“Can you touch yourself for me?” I ask, transfixed by the image on my screen. “I need to see you . . .”
I watch as she traces her hands up her hips, across her waist, and up to cup her breasts, lifting them up and together. As she does, the uncertainty and shyness vanish in increments as she gets more aroused and comfortable with what we’re doing.
My eyes lock on the image before me, my mouth watering as I fantasize about licking her luscious mounds. I hear her make a noise, a soft moan of desire mixed with an admonition. My eyes shoot up to meet hers, and she’s smiling at me.
“Nuh-uh, Derrick,” she says, tsking me. “This isn’t one-sided. I want to see you too. Take your shirt off.”
I don’t even think. I reach back to grab my shirt and rip it over my head and off. The cotton stretches but holds enough that I don’t embarrass myself by just Hulking out of the shirt. I slide my fingers across my chest and down my stomach, letting her see where I’m put together.
“You have tattoos,” Kat mentions, looking at the ink work I had done in college. “I wasn’t expecting that, for some reason.”
I nod, looking at my left arm and ribs, the intertwining designs still something I like. “Do you like them?”
Kat’s eyes gleam and I recognize that she’s turned on. Not necessarily by my tatts, but my questions. “I guess I’ve never really thought about them before, one way or another, but right now, I want to trace them with my fingers and tease and tickle you as I draw every line across your arms and chest.”
I do what she suggests, tracing the lines I have memorized from seeing them in the mirror every day, closing my eyes and imagining it’s her soft touch. I hear her breathing hitch, and I open my eyes to see her drawing circles around her breasts, getting closer with each round to her stiff nipples, her back arching to chase her own fingers.
“Fuck, Kitty Kat. Are you ready? I need more.” She nods, giving me permission. “Can you sit down somewhere? Prop the phone up so I can see you spread wide for me.”
“Yeah, hang on . . .” There’s a bit of shuffling, and the phone swirls wildly around her room, but I’m too busy ripping my pants off to get a good look at her apartment.
In a moment, we’re both settled back down on our couches, the phones propped on the tables in front of us, and we’re both flushed with anticipation. Kat looks nervous again, excited but definitely a bit anxious. It makes her even more beautiful, the light flush of her skin letting her feel real to me. I lean forward, taking her in. “Kat, you okay?”
Her breasts shudder as she takes a deep breath, causing my cock to throb but also something else to move inside me. This woman, she’s one of a kind. “I am now,” she finally says. “Just . . . this is so hot. Crazy. And hot.”