—Shame about your vow of sologamy. How’s the celibacy working for you?—
—Sologamy ≠ Celibacy—
—Glad to hear that…so…who’s the pretty lingerie for? —
— Me —
—You dress up for yourself?—
—Sure I do. If I look hot, I feel hot —
— Glad to hear it. Does it make you want to touch yourself? —
—Nah, I see you…sexy guy leaning against the wall outside my bedroom door. You’re the one who makes me want to touch myself —
—I’m the one who’d love to watch—
I didn’t care that the territory might be uncharted. I was happy to take the risk of running on to rocks, but the pause between our messages stretched so long I figured Saylor was trying to come up with a way to back out. I sent another message.
— Didn’t mean to spook you —
—’s okay. Got stage fright —
— Happy to be the director. I have a prompt script —
I should have added appropriate emojis, or at least a LOLs to let her know I was teasing, but she was back in a flash.
— Kubrick, or Hitchcock? :) —
— Your call —
— Oh, boy. You better get in here … Kubrick —
My balls ached, and I squeezed my cock which throbbed with need. Entering her bedroom, I’d have every inch of my desire on display. Once I’d pushed the door open the sight before me took my breath away. There was no fancy babydoll, but I wasn’t even close to disappointed. Saylor had removed her sweats, and seeing her in a tiny T-shirt and minuscule briefs was way better.
“Hey,” she said, almost shy.
“Hey, sexy.”
Our eyes locked for a moment before she dropped her gaze, tucking her lower lip behind her teeth. The way she cleared her throat, revealed a hint of anxiety. “I have ground rules,” she said.
“Go ahead.”
“You can look, but no touching.”
“I’m fine with that. Do you want me to direct?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said in a soft, sexy voice. “I want you to tell me what to do.”
“Lift up your T-shirt and show me your pretty breasts.”
She wasn’t wearing a bra and when she raised her shirt, she did it as slow and teasing as a seasoned stripper. Dusky nipples tightened as I watched, each breast a perfect handful.
“You have beautiful breasts, my dick’s getting even harder just looking at them. I’ve suffered all day, when you’ve brushed them against me. That’s been almost unbearable. Naughty girl.”
She giggled. “I didn’t think you’d notice.”
“I’m a man, Saylor, and you’re an incredibly hot woman. I notice everything. When I look at you topless I’m hoping one day I’ll have the opportunity to lick your breasts, take your nipple into my mouth, suck so hard you won’t know whether it’s painful or exquisite.”