Across The Miles 1

Across the Miles

Frank lay back against his pillows, phone in hand, already feeling the weight of anticipation settle in his chest. He and Erin had been dancing around this for weeks--months even. The teasing, the playful flirting, the late-night confessions about what they'd do if they were in the same city. But tonight was different. Tonight, they weren't just imagining anymore.

Erin: Alright, let's try this. But if you leave me hanging, I swear I'll block you for emotional damage.

Frank smirked, shifting slightly as he read her message. His other hand rested over the bulge in his shorts, but he wasn't touching himself--just feeling the weight of his own arousal, letting the pressure build.

Frank: Picture this--dim lighting, the scent of warm skin and anticipation hanging in the air. She's lying back, her body already thrumming as he hovers over her, his breath hot against her neck.

Erin: Mmm, go on.

Frank: He takes his time. His fingers trace a slow path over her ribs, skimming the edge of her curves. Her breath catches as he moves lower, his mouth following, teasing...

Erin: Teasing how?

Frank exhaled, shifting his hand over himself, just one stroke and holding, just feeling the pulse of his own need.

Frank: His lips brush against her stomach, featherlight. Then lower. His hands press her thighs apart, fingers digging in just enough to make her shiver. And when his mouth finally--

His phone buzzed before he could finish.

Erin: Jesus, you're slow. My fingers are pruning over here.

Frank swore under his breath. His grip tightened over his shorts, his body strung tight with need, but he still didn't let himself move. Not yet.

Frank: Forget the story. I need something real. Send me a video.

A pause.

Erin: What kind of video?

Frank: Lie back on your bed, prop your phone so I can see all of you. Start slow--blow me a kiss first. Then lick your fingers, make sure they glisten for me. Then trail them down, between your breasts, past your belly button... all the way to your panties.

A longer pause. He could feel her anticipation through the screen.

Erin: And then?

Frank: Slide your fingers under the fabric, let me see how wet you are. Tease yourself, glide up and down, but don't rush it. I want to watch you take your time. And when you can't wait any longer... show me.

The typing dots flickered, then disappeared.

Frank stared at the screen, his free hand still gripping himself, his hips shifting slightly, needing relief but refusing to give in ...yet.

Then, finally, a notification.

Erin sent a video.

His breath came out uneven as he pressed play.

Video One: The Tease

Erin sprawled across her bed, her phone propped just right. She blew a slow, deliberate kiss toward the camera, her lips parting slightly. Then, her tongue flicked out, wetting two fingers before she slowly slid them between her lips, sucking lightly, letting them glisten.

Frank swallowed hard, his grip flexing over his shorts. Feeling out the familiar length without getting too excited.

She traced those fingers over her lips, down her throat, teasing herself as much as she was teasing him. When she reached the waistband of her panties, she hooked them just enough to reveal bare skin beneath.

Then, finally, her fingers slipped lower. A breathy sigh escaped her as she dragged them through slick heat, her thighs twitching slightly in response.

And just before the video ended, she moaned his name.

Frank let out a slow exhale, his entire body coiled tight. His free hand flexed over himself, adjusting, pressing down just enough to make him groan softly.

Erin: That was fun. What next?

His thumb hovered over the screen as he fought the urge to free himself from his shorts, to stroke himself while watching her again. But not yet.

Frank: Now I want you on your knees. Set up your phone so I can see everything. Run your tongue over your lips--slow, teasing. Let your fingers trail down your neck. Then, use one hand to grab your breasts, squeeze, tease yourself, you know have fun. I want to see you roll your nipples between your fingers.

A few seconds passed.

Erin: You really want to see that?

Frank: More than anything. I want to see you get lost in it.

Video Two: The Slow Burn

The video started with Erin kneeling, her phone propped perfectly.

She ran her tongue over her lips, slow and deliberate, then traced her fingers down her throat. Her other hand slid lower, ghosting over her collarbone before cupping her breasts. From what felt like forever but was over in less than a minute Erin squeezed, teasing herself, rolling her nipples between her fingers until her body arched slightly.

Frank pressed down harder against his shorts, his breath coming rougher. He was slow to rub, his cock twitched under his grip, desperate for more, but he still held back. Torturing himself.

Her thighs shifted, pressing together, her body responding instinctively to her own touch. Frank could see how much she needed more--just as much as he did.

And then, just when he thought she was going to take it further--she ended the video.

Frank exhaled sharply.

Erin: Now I need one more instruction. Make it good.

Frank's dick throbbed within is hand and his grip tightened in response.

Frank: Lie back again, legs spread just enough. I want you to reach for your toy, but don't use it right away. Tease yourself with it. Run it over your thighs, between your breasts--get used to the feeling first.

Frank: Then, when you can't take it anymore, I want to watch you slide it inside. Take your time. I want to see every second of you feeling it stretch you open. And when you're close--say my name.

A pause.

Erin: You better be watching this one on full volume.

Frank shifted again, still not touching himself properly--just holding on, feeling the heat of his own need without acting on it.

Video Three: The Breaking Point

The moment he hit play, he knew he was done for.

Erin was lying back, the pink toy in her hand. She dragged it over her inner thighs, teasing herself, letting it ghost over her stomach, between her breasts. She took her time, savoring the anticipation.

Then, finally, she let it slide lower.

The second it brushed against her, her breath caught. Her body tensed, her lips parting in a soft moan.

Frank exhaled, and knew better than to let this be the end for him. He slowly releases his dick from his grip as not cum too soon, his hips shifting involuntarily trying to call his hand back like a magnet. His cock now throbbed under his shorts, wanting to be free, it ached. Luckily, he didn't give in and distracted himself by continuing to watch the rest of Erin's video.

She circled the toy against herself, her whimpers growing breathier, her body trembling with restraint. Frank clenched his jaw as he watched her get closer, her moans turning into desperate little gasps.

And then, just as she reached the edge, her voice broke through the silence--

"Frraaannnkkkk-kkiiiiieeee."

The video ended.

Frank's breath came rough, his body tight, aching, still holding back even as every nerve screamed for release.

Then, one final message lit up his screen.

Erin: Ok. Now here's what I want you to do.

The End.