Jane heard her phone chime and gave it a quick glance.
It was Chris. Again.
He had a couple of days off and from the looks of it, he missed her. He'd been sending sexy pics non-stop. First he was in the shower, then out of the shower. His cock, hard, in his hand. Stroking it. To her, Jane knew. She felt her pussy tingle just a little knowing he was hard for her, knowing he was masturbating to her. Cumming for her.
She texted him back - "looking good. I <3 your hard cock."
Her fingers ran up and down her wet cunt, she stroked herself, she played with her clit, she came. She looked at more of his pictures. She loved his cock, she really did, but she wasn't feeling it. Well, she was feeling it - she was enjoying masturbating to the pics Chris sent her, but she wasn't able to fully enjoy herself. She rubbed her pussy with his fingers, felt her wetness, squeezed her nipple and felt a surge of pleasure. Chris sent her a text asking her to tell him what she was doing - was she touching herself? Was she fucking herself silly remembering his touch, remembering his hard cock between her legs? She was, but she couldn't muster the answer - she couldn't tell him what she was doing. She was feeling too shy.
Chris sent another text, "Please, Jane, I want to cum to you. Show me your tits. I want to see you playing with your pussy."
Jane was annoyed. She sent him a message back, "If you want to see me, you'll have to come over."
She wasn't expecting him to call her on it - but he did.