She tossed him a suspicious glance, then did as he requested. He turned his phone on, too. Then, he flung the sheets off him, got out of the bed, and made his way to the bathroom.
“Wait? What now? What game is this? Is there an app I need to download?”
He ignored her and closed the bathroom door. A few seconds later, he sent her a picture of him with his long tongue sticking out.
She burst out laughing, then cupped her mouth, silencing her outburst.
She thought for a few seconds, then sent him a text:
Kim: Whose hairy stomach is that? Do you have a pet baby gorilla you’re carrying? LOL
Jack: Send me a picture. A sexy one.
Kim: Ok
She looked around as if someone else was in the room. Silly. Then, she got to her feet and removed her shirt and bra. After finally getting the right angle and lighting, she took a photo of herself from the neck down, showcasing her bare breasts.
SEND.
A few seconds later, he replied…
JACK: Yummy. I love sucking on those pretty, soft tits of yours so much.
Her face heated.
Suddenly, she got a video chat request from the man. Her pussy began to drip, anticipation running amuck. She accepted it, and there was Jack, sitting on a towel he’d draped across the closed toilet seat, naked from head to toe. Holding his big, monstrous dick in his hand, he stroked it nice and easy while giving her bedroom eyes.
By that point, she was completely soaked.
She watched him on her phone as he fondled himself, and his deep voice made her insides vibrate with each syllable that rolled off his tongue.
“The day you came over to my cabin with that basket, I wanted you, baby… Hold on a sec.” He set the phone down on a shelf in front of him and was now hands-free. He leaned back, thighs wide apart, giving her a good view as he masturbated live and in living color. His cock became stiffer, and he focused on her. She got more comfortable in bed, unable to turn away from the action playing out before her eyes. “All right, that’s better… so, when you came over that first time, I wanted you. When you left, I thought about you. I could smell your perfume on the couch pillow, and in the air. I started playing these fantasies in my head… like, what if you wanted me as much as I wanted you?”
She loved him so much, and she knew this was out of his comfort zone, expressing himself like that. He was doing it for her.
“I was so curious about you, Jack, and yeah, the attraction was instant for me as well. Did you want to fuck me?” The words just came out. A part of her that she kept hidden from most of the world was coming forth. Instead of being perplexed by her bluntness, he rolled with it.
“Hell yes, I wanted to fuck you. I knew you had to leave though, but in the fantasy, you stayed. All night long.”
She swallowed, hitched to his words.
“In the fantasy, you were mine… all mine, Kim. I had my way with you. I turned you every which way but loose. Just like I do now each and every time we make love. Now, you know the truth. Today, I want to hear what you have to say about this, but first, take off your clothes. All of them.”
She set the phone on the nightstand, propped it against the lamp, and did as he instructed. Her excitement roared, and there was nothing she could do to stop the gushing dam between her thighs. She got on the bed, positioning herself for his viewing pleasure.
“Now,” he began to stroke his dick faster, “tell me the fantasy, honey. Let’s pretend. Tell me, if you came up to my house again with that iron basket in hand, and we were meeting all over again, what would you want me to do to you?”
She adjusted herself on the side of the bed where he could see her better. Drawing her legs up, she allowed her thighs to flop open, displaying her garden.
“Mmmm… look at that wet, gorgeous pussy. Makes me hungry just looking at it, baby…”
Lying on her back, she slipped her finger down her fat pussy lips and stroked real slow as she looked up at the ceiling, imagining it all…
“If I were to be at your cabin all over again, with that basket, Jack, I’d want you to stop me from leaving. I’d want you to slam the door closed, lock it, then kiss me hard and tell me, ‘You’re not going anywhere, lady. There’s a storm coming.’ She closed her eyes as she played with herself, the feeling getting good to her. “Then, in my fantasy, you’d rip my clothes off. I’d yell at you and try to defend myself, and you’d laugh and accuse me of being a tease. You’d tell me that I wanted your dick, that’s why I was there… and since I wanted it… since I wanted it… uhhhh… shit…” She began to pant as she slipped her fingers all over her pussy.