Chrissy squeezed her thighs together again, the uncontrolled wetness telling her how long it had been. She took a deep breath, then another, and tried to calm down. Her frustration was getting unbearable. She powered up her laptop, looking forward to seeing him for their evening call. The camera came on, and she saw herself onscreen. Her thin night shirt hung off her excited nipples. Clear and visible, they begged to be touched.
"Oh my god" she whispered to herself. "I can't take this much longer!"
He had not connected yet. She got up from the desk and went into the bedroom to get a sweatshirt. She leaned against the footboard of their big bed as she tugged it on. The carved ball at the top of the corner post stuck up invitingly.
She moaned and pressed the zipper of her shorts against it. The dampness between her legs ignited, and her hips began to rock uncontrollably against the hard, wooden ball. She reached down and held it like a saddle horn, and began a slow grind, imagining she was holding his head, guiding his tongue, pressing him tighter and tighter into her, the familiar feeling rising in her, getting her close to release...
She moaned as the computer dinged, signaling that her husband had connected. She hurriedly looked in the mirror. Hair swept up in a messy tangle on her head, glasses on -- and now her blood pounding from an almost-orgasm delivered by a piece of wood.
She bounced into their bathroom and got a glimpse of herself in the mirror. "I look like hell! I should have showered after work!"
She splashed water on her face and grabbed a towel.
"Coming, coming, coming" she sang out as she rushed back into their little office. She finished toweling her face off and dropped it on the floor, off camera, as she sat down.
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He saw only the bookshelves behind their desk as the picture on his laptop sharpened. He waited for Chrissy to come on. A few seconds later, he heard her, faintly at first, and then louder as she came closer to the office.
She plopped into the chair breathlessly and faced the camera. He drank in the sight of her. Her honey-colored hair was in a halo on her head. Her eyes, still made up from her workday, peered at him over the glasses perched on her cute nose. She had on one of his old sweatshirts. The neck hole and sleeves had been cut away. It hung loose on her neck, and as she leaned in to adjust the camera, the neck opened revealingly on her cleavage. She looked amazing.
"Hi beautiful" he said. "It's been too long!"
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They talked for almost an hour. He had been gone three weeks already. They talked almost every day, sometimes from the car as he drove from town to town, sometimes on a video chat from another dismal hotel. For the past eight months he worked a month on the road and then a month at home. He stayed as safe as he could when he made his rounds. Masks, surgical gowns and face shields, disinfecting the hotel rooms himself, and sometimes even sleeping in his truck. But when he was home, he was home.
They talked for an hour before signing off. As she was getting ready for bed, her phone dinged. One of her best friends from school. She smiled. "This will be better than dreaming of the cock I don't have!"
She hit the button and her friend Shellie came on the line. "Hey cumbag! You and the cowboy doctor got plans for Sunday?"
She laughed at their college greeting. "Hey yourself, bitch! The cowboy doctor is out riding the high plains, as usual. So, no plans. And no cum either!"
She reminded Shelley about his rotation.
"So, you're telling me he's on his way back, right?"
"Yeah, but he's still not here."
"But he's getting closer? Honey, if that was my man, I would stop thinking so small. Where will he be come Friday?"
They figured out that by Thursday night he would only be three hours away. He would stay three days to work outlying clinics before coming home Sunday night.
"Bingo. We'll have you back in the saddle by Friday night! Here's what you're going to do..."
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She was watching when he pulled into the hotel late Friday afternoon. He always took off his used hospital gown when he left the facility, and put a fresh one on before getting in his truck. She watched as he got out and began to clean the interior of the truck. She stared at his shoulders and his hips as he moved, leaning into the truck, working his way from the center console to the door. She loved watching him -- he was careful and precise, and she was wet just thinking about him giving her body the same r careful attention, methodically touching her in all the right places, working his way from her neck, to her tits, licking her nipples, holding her hips, smoothing his hands across her ass, and then up and inside of her...
The slamming door of the truck brought her back to reality, and she jerked her hand out from between her legs. He took off the hospital gown, balling it up into a waiting trash bag, and stripped off his gloves. Then he pulled his bag from the bed of the truck. As he turned, she could see him fully for the first time. She pictured the chiseled body under those shapeless hospital scrubs, biting her lip. It would not be long now.
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He wiped the handle and keycard lock on his hotel room door, and let himself inside. Without touching anything else, he took off his shoes. Leaving them at the door, he went to the shower and stepped into it. He turned the water on and stripped out of his scrubs as the water warmed up. It got hot quickly, and he washed up, letting the hot water and soap and shampoo mix in the bottom of the tub with his clothes. He would wring them out later for the hotel staff to launder.
He glanced at his phone while shaving. She had sent him a new text.
Hey stud! You back yet?
Just got out of the shower.
Mmm! Wish I was there to towel you off!
Me too! Couple more days.
I'll wait. If I have to.
He texted back a sad face and a heart emoji.
In the room next door, she giggled and started texting again.
I'll survive. You're doing the right thing. Wish I were there to reward you -- I know it's hard!
She giggled again at her innuendo, and in anticipation of what would come next.
Hey. I got you a present to get you through the next couple days.
?
Sent a delivery to the hotel.
???
You'll see. Check your email. It comes with instructions. Toodles!
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In the room next door, she took a sip of wine and thought back to when she and Shellie had worked out this plan, including the "instruction manual."
"Girl, how long has it been this time? Almost four weeks? Be careful or that cock will bang you to pieces."
"Shelley! Oh my God, stop it. I've tried to tell you he's patient."
"Oh honey, yes you have. And you're right -- he's great. He's patient, he's perfect, blah blah blah. And I'm telling you: it doesn't matter how patient and perfect he is, because I'm not talking about him. I'm talking about his cock! Which I promise you wants to bend you over and pound you like a sex doll. 100%." Shelley paused. "Tell me I'm wrong."
Chrissy started laughing. "Okay. Not wrong."
She thought about his hard cock plunging in and out of her body. At this point, she might not mind being pounded like a sex doll! Her face began to redden at the thought. She was glad Shelley was not on video.
"Damn right. But I know you. You're going to need a hug first. And then you're gonna cry. And the first time you cum, you're gonna cry more. Still right?"
"Yes" she said softly.
"Right. His cock is telling him one thing, and you're telling him something else. This is how people get themselves in trouble."
"So? I know there's a reason you're talking about this. Are you going to tell me how you handle all this quarantining?"
"Honey, my man is not out riding the range and saving the world for months at a time. So, I get his cock on the regular, and I keep his balls nice and empty."
Chrissy detected a note of actual pride in Shelley's normally sarcastic tone. The thought of emptying her man's balls made her squirm in her chair again.
Shelley didn't notice her silence. "I'm gonna give you the secret. You ready? You want to please your man, right?"
"Yes."
"Of course you do. But sometimes a cock wants something that AIN'T GOING TO HAPPEN. The cock would love it if I wore a thong to the beach. That ain't happened in twelve years, and ain't happening ever again. The cock would love to get a blowjob at the movie theater. That ain't happenin'. And the cock would love it if I would let it if I let it in my ass -- and that SURE as hell ain't happenin'. Are you gonna do all that stuff because a cock wants it?"
Chrissy answered softly. "I might. If he wanted it."
"Damn girl! You are a freak! Good for YOU! Now I know how you landed Mr. Perfect! But for real. Here's the secret. You don't have to please his dick. You have to please HIM. And that is NOT the same thing."
Chrissy waited.
"Now, don't get me wrong. You cannot ignore the dick. But there's lots of other things you do to please your man. Guys don't stay with girls who only know how to fuck. Some women never figure this out. They get hung up on what the dick wants, and get worried because they don't want to do all that stuff all the time. And then they think their man won't be satisfied.
Or they get mad at their man because of what his dick wants. Which is not his fault. Is it your fault you're going to cry the first time he makes you cum? No. Most men don't understand that, just like most women don't understand that the dick wants what it wants. But if you got the right man, and you keep him happy, his dick is not calling the shots.
"So, here's what it is: Keep the dick satisfied, and the man happy. The cock wants a thong at the beach? Wear the thong in the bedroom. The cock wants that movie theater blowjob? Suck it in the living room, but you talk to him like you were THINKING about it at the movie theater. Plus, every once in a while, suck the dick in the car, BEFORE he asks you.
"And if your man's cock is like my man's cock, it would love to find its way into a tight little butthole. So, what do I do? I use my ass. I show it off. Give him a booty dance. And I let him use my ass to cum, without putting it in. I stroke it on my ass, or give him a lap dance, or he can pump that hard cock all up against me - girl, I love a hard cock right up against my ass! Sometimes."
Chrissy's heart was beating fast from all the sex talk. At that moment, she felt like she'd do anything his cock wanted.
"Okay. That's fine when he's at home. Now he hasn't had any in weeks!"
"It needs something extra, right?"
