I'm waiting for you to call me... you've been away so long, and I miss you so much, and these weekly phone calls are really all that are keeping me from going nuts these days. Well, those calls and my collection of 'toys'. You always said that was one of the things you liked most about me, that I had a collection of sex toys bigger than a girl should have and still be able to look her mother in the face, and that I love them. Revel in using them. That I wasn't afraid to use them in front of you.
Just thinking about that is enough to get my panties wet, and so instead of waiting for you like I should, I lay back on the bed and pick up my favorite vibrator. You like me to dress up for you, so I'm wearing a black lace shelf bra, the one you love that pushes my tits up and out for you, and the barest strip of black lace as a thong. It barely covers my pussy lips, and so I hardly have to push it aside to tease my clit with my finger first, then with my vibrator. As I start to really get wet, the phone rings. I'm out of breath as I answer and you know why.
"Couldn't wait, huh?"
"Nope, sugar," I say, "I need you."
"I've had a long day," you reply, "tonight I want you to lead. What are you wearing for me?"
I tell you, and hear you draw in a slow breath. "How wet are those panties, babygirl?" you ask.
"Soaked through," I tell you, with a hint of embarrassment in my voice.
"Take them off," you command, and I do. "Start..."
"I'm imagining what it would be like if you were here, sitting in front of me... or if I was on the edge of the bed and you were sitting across the room... I spread my legs wide so you can see all of me.
Dipping a finger in, I bring it to my mouth and suck the tip softly, just to see what all that wetness tastes like. I'd stand up, undo my bra and drop it to the floor while fingers go back down, running lightly over my skin, stroking my pussy lips softly, teasing myself.
The other hand circles my areola, I wet my index finger with my tongue and brush it gently against one nipple, then the other, twisting slightly... and I push one finger in my hot cunt as I look into your eyes, drinking in the longing I see there.
Then two fingers, in and out, rubbing my clit with my thumb, little circles, moaning softly. I lean my head back and close my eyes, concentrating only on how wet my pussy is, how swollen my clit is, and I can hear your breathing change and I start to move my hand faster.
I spread my legs wider, holding my lips open with one hand while I fuck my cunt with the other, harder, faster, and I can't take it anymore, I need you close to me. I call your name