They were separated for a prolonged time yet again. Thankfully these exercises and short deployments allowed her to bring her phone to stay connected.
Phone and text sex had become a thing between them. More the second than the first because walls were thin and people were nosey.
It was Valentine's Day and she decided to spice up his evening.
Her: What are you up to?
Him: Nothing. Just got the kids to bed sitting here on the couch.
Her: wanna talk?
He knew what this meant and while he wasn't particularly in the mood he obliged.
Him: sure
Her: what are you wearing? Lol jk
Him: tshirt and pants, I'm too sexy for them though
She giggled to herself and pictured him in in a white fitted tee and sweatpants. His ass and arms were easily her two most favorite body parts on him.
Her: I just want to be there with you. One leg over yours as you stroke my bare legs. I have shorts on of course but they are loose and my shirt is the thin blue Woodstock tank. It's fallen to one side almost exposing a nipple. As you glance over you notice this and decide to go further up my thigh with your strokes.
Him: I love the feeling of your smooth legs. Do I dare go further?
Her: you do! You begin to round my thigh and come dangerously close to my vagina. You can feel the warmth and think you feel some wetness through my panties.
Him: Are you wet?
Her: I shift and welcome you to continue as I bring my foot to your waiting cock. It's hardened and began to come to life.
Him: Mmm I love the feeling of your foot on my dick. Rubbing it and gripping it with your toes.
Her: as you slide your hand around the bend again you get brave and push a finger against the thin material of my panties. I moan, aching for your touch directly on me, in me.
Him: oh my god babe, I'm so hard right now. I'm gonna push those panties to the side and rub your sensitive dry clit, sliding my finger down between your lips but not into you just yet. You're so wet my finger is coated with your sticky honey and I drag that back to your clit. You moan and lift your hips, pulling at your shorts and underwear.
Her: Do you want to do this in the living room? We'll have to be quiet and the kids might come out.