“What’s stopping you from touching yourself right now?”
“It’s wrong.”
“No one will ever know. I’m not going to say anything. Are you?”
“No.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
She shifts on the bed. I wish she would take off her shirt, but I get the feeling it would be too much for her.
“Panties off yet?”
She grins. “I’m not wearing any.”
“Naughty girl.” I wait a beat. “Now, in the pub, my hand would have gone higher.”
Her eyes close. “Mmm hmm.”
“I would have toyed with you the entire time, just because I enjoy watching you squirm.”
Her breath hitches.
“Ah. I’ve reached your panties. Youdidhave panties on that night, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. So, I would have rubbed you through your panties, seeing how wet you were. Are you still wet?”
She makes a sound of agreement. My cock aches, but I want to drag this out for her.
“In this scenario, I would sit next to you, though. You’d lean into my touch, wanting more. Not caring that anyone who looks might know what we’re up to.”
She shudders.
“I would have pulled your panties aside, rubbing you before toying with your clit.” I grip my dick, breathing out. “Mmm. Do you like that?”
“So much.”
I’m not sure if it’s my imagination, but I feel like I can hear her working herself. My fist tightens around my cock.
“While I’m finger fucking you, I’d slip my other hand into your shirt.”
Thank god her phone is propped because she’s able to do just that. Her nipples are pressing against the material of her shirt, and when she touches herself, she fucking moans. Loud. My cock jerks at the sound. Fuck.
“That’s right, little mouse. Let the world know how good I make you feel. Now, add another finger to that sweet pussy of yours.”
I know she does because she groans again. This time I’m certain I hear her finger fucking herself.
“Oh god,” she moans. “I should have packed my vibrator. I’m not going to be able to come with just my hand.”
“Come on, pretty girl, we can do this together. I’m so fucking close. Are you?”
Her eyes open. “Show me.”
I flip the camera on the phone without thinking, working myself as if she’s there with me. Pre-cum glistens on the head of my cock, and I rub it around the tip. Pleasure zips through my lower stomach and I know I’m close. Flipping the screen, a sound works its way up my throat. Ellie looks fucking beautiful right now. Her head is thrown back as she touches herself and her lips part as if it feels so good that she can’t stop herself.
“Your turn.”