Candace "Candi" Palmer loved her Husband of three short years and worshipped his every breath. Last year Damian Palmer joined the military and was sent on an extended stay in the war zones of Iraq.
Her only communication was the occasional video conference that was allowed, or daily e-mails. Each day she would race home from work and greedily absorb his love letters and visions of a better future. What troubled her over the last year was their lack of sexual intimacy. She had been absolutely faithful, as had he. Yet it was sorely missed.
They of course would have phone sex and she would tease him via the video conference when she could. However it remained difficult to expose too much over a Government channel. This frustrated both of them to no end.
She had used her laptop's webcam to make short video's for him which were seldom quality because she could never capture the right angles and view point to satisfy herself, let alone him. After a few times of trying Damian finally told her that she needed to find herself someone trustworthy to assist in videotaping her desires for him.
She would read that e-mail dozens of times before writing back. He was the only man she had ever been with in her 24 years of existence. Her shyness kept her from so many experiences in the past. Dating was innocent in her teens even though some boys tried. Quite a few actually. She was far from undesirable. Just awkward!
At 5 foot 2, barely 110 pounds she was incredibly gifted with perfect teeth, and fair complexion. Long waves of blond hair drifted over golden shoulders. Blue eyes captured more attention than she ever noticed. That and of course her heart shaped ass, and 34D tits. Her curse she would call those. Damian would argue otherwise. He worshipped those babies any way he could.
As she read this e-mail suggestion one last time for the evening she pondered if she could fulfill the request. For long moments she stared at his mail biting her nails. Finally, she shivered and closed the e-mail before standing up to stretch. All she wore was a white t-shirt that belonged to Damian that clung to her bold chest, yet drifted over her hips like a dress. She noted her areolas sensitivity along with her nipples puncturing the cotton trying to rip free. As if they could.
She pinched her nipples and tilted her head back at the chaotic visions that the feelings brought on. She wanted to prove to Damian that her love for him could overcome any obstacle. It was just a matter of deciding upon how and who she could trust enough. She most assuredly didn't want her family freaking out over her escapades. Or, for her employers finding out info that could cost her what credibility she had established. She loved her job at the Fitness Center. It kept her busy as well as helping her stay fit.
Modesty refrained her from tight fitting clothing on the job. She could even hear whispers about her frumpy attire. Yet, she didn't let it bother her. She loved Damian enough to ignore all sexual comments good or bad. Nor, had she let herself admire those who had chiseled bodies. Okay, occasionally her glances noted a few candidates.
Kept to herself of course.
Squeezing her breasts together she caught a cool breeze sift through the screen of her living room window. It excited her nipples even more. They begged for freedom. A swift glance to her wedding pictures on the wall and her dashing husband made her extremely wet. She noted her laptop's webcam and grinned evilly. She giggles with mischief and gathers her laptop dragging it with her to the front door. Opening the door she peers out into the darkness save for the nightlights along the street.
