When we first started dating, I realized that your job would take you out of town for large periods of time, and I thought that I would be fine with it. But more and more, I find myself missing the feeling of you laying beside me.
He calls me then, and although my heart belongs to you, when I hear his voice it makes my body begin to quiver. He says that he's been thinking about me a lot lately, ever since we last saw each other and he can't help but wonder why I stay with a man who, he thinks, doesn't satisfy me in every way. I tell him that I shouldn't be talking to him, that I'm waiting for you to call and he sighs dramatically. He tells me that I shouldn't wait for you, that if only I gave him a little chance, he'd do his best to please me.
I can't help but flirt with him. I know he wants me, and I've been alone for so long that I can't remember the last time I've felt you between my legs. I suddenly become aware of the fact that I want to touch myself, and since you said you'd call over a half an hour ago now, I decide to go on without you.
"If you go, I'll go Mary it'll be like we're sleeping together" He laughs, feeling that he's getting closer to getting what he wanted from me all along.
"Well, what can I think about when I slip between my sheets all naked and alone, honey?"
"Hmmm, I think that I have a suggestion...if you want to hear it"
"Please tell me"
"Well, what if you were to picture me crawling in my bed all alone, and equally naked, slowly starting to rub my cock under the sheets?"
I feel my pussy start to get wet when he starts to use the dirty talk. He's known me a long time, and knows that that, most of all, is what causes me to be turned on the most.
"What are you going to be thinking about while you're laying there rubbing, honey? Perhaps simply me laying naked in my bed, and getting wet to the point where I have to touch myself while thinking about fucking you?"
"Yes Mary, and the idea of you being wet thinking about me is all ready making me start to get very hard, almost to the point of being uncomfortable in these shorts. Is that what you want to hear me tell you?"
I smile, knowing that I've got him exactly where I wanted to as soon as I heard his voice on the telephone.
"Then i guess you'll just have to get rid of the shorts...won't you?" I ask in the most innocent voice I can manage.
"Is that what you would like me to do, Mary?"
"Yes, and actually, I'd rather have you totally naked. I'd love for you to think about me while you stroke your cock, but I have a rule. The rule is, is that you can't start touching yourself until you're totally naked and lying between your sheets, not sitting on your couch talking to me on the telephone. You can't touch yourself until your cock is *completely* hard from imagining me, honey, then you can start rubbing."
"Fuck the rules, Mary. If I want to rub my cock I will, especially if I'm hard because of thoughts you instigated."
I know that he's becoming even more horny than I initially anticipated he would be, he's starting to use the authoritative tone that I haven't heard in a long, long time.
"But if the thoughts are of me," I ask sweetly, "Don't I get a say in when you start trying to make yourself cum over them? I think it's fair, hon."
"No, Mary. I don't. Because you make me horny, and you should be thrilled that I am so horny thinking of you that I'm rubbing myself through my shorts thinking of you right now."
"Oh hon, I am thrilled, and if I didn't want you to I wouldn't have suggested it... not that you need my
suggestion to stroke your cock and make yourself cum. I like that you're at that point, and when you get right down to the skin-on-skin contact, where you grip your shaft hard and think of fucking me... that's the part that i'll be picturing when i rub my pussy, babe."
"Mmm, you know it makes me even hornier when you talk dirty, Mary. And you expect me not to slide my shorts down and start rubbing my cock after hearing that?"
