"Hey babe?" Vince called from the living room. He was sitting in the plush chair, his favorite chair, scrolling through his social media accounts on his phone. "What are you making for dinner tonight?"
"It's a recipe I found online, creamy sesame noodles with Yuba," Caroline yelled back from the kitchen.
"Yuba?" Vince asked himself quietly, not wanting to insult his girlfriend of 6 months. "What the hell is a Yuba?" He hit a few buttons on his phone to look it up. "Dried tofu skin. Ooookay," he mumbled.
Caroline meant well. He knew she did. She was a vegan and if he was going to be with her he was going to have to accept that. It was just hard for him to adjust to it. For the past month, every meal she made was vegan... and then there were the leftovers he took to work the next day. It was sometimes just too much. Sometimes he had to go out and have a good, old-fashioned hamburger.
Luckily, she hadn't found out. At least not yet.
"It'll be ready in about 20 minutes," she yelled again from the kitchen.
"Ok," he yelled, going back to scrolling. There wasn't much happening today, he thought. It was mid-week... there shouldn't be much happening. He had a thought that maybe he should find something to do with Caroline over the weekend... maybe go hiking or something.
Then his phone dinged with a text message. He changed apps and glanced at the new messages. It was from Emmanuelle... his ex-girlfriend. His crazy ex-girlfriend. They'd dated for over four years but day after day she got worse. She became more jealous, more insecure, more over the edge, and he became more scared that she would do something stupid. It didn't matter that she was rich. Really rich as a matter of fact, and a daddy's girl. Her daddy would do anything for her. The potential life of money and power wasn't worth it with someone as crazy as she was.
So he broke it off. He tried to break off all contact, but for some reason, she was always able to call and text him, as if the blocks on his phone were just removed. Luckily, she didn't call or text too often. He never picked up her calls, always letting it go to voicemail where he could readily delete it. And he was able to avoid her texts and emails for the most part, too.
At first, she called, texted, and emailed a lot... she wasn't taking the breakup well at all. Then when that didn't get a response from him, she came to his apartment looking for him. Even when he moved she somehow found him. Even when he spent a few nights at a friends house, trying to stay hidden, she somehow found him. Vince figured she was having him followed and was always looking around to find his tail. But he never saw a thing.
It was extremely unnerving. For the next year, he dated a few times after their breakup, but none ever lasted. For some reason all the girls dumped him after just a few dates. The last girl told him that some crazy woman paid her $5000 to stay away from him and she wanted the money far more than she wanted him... and the alternative seemed a little scary.
Vince was getting extremely concerned. How in the hell do you stop a very rich stalker? She had enough money to do whatever she wanted. Even the police seemed uninterested.
Luckily, after a year, things slowed down and he found he could relax. Emmanuelle sent him the occasional text, but that was it. He thought she finally moved on, although, sometimes, she went a little overboard and sent him sexy or naked pictures of herself. She often did that while they were together, trying to flirt with him. But now... it was kind of weird. He had to admit, though, she had an absolute killer body. He didn't mind having another look and, unknown to Caroline, kept a few on his phone... something to look at when he masturbated.
This time, though, she sent him a video. He nervously looked at the archway to the kitchen, hoping that Caroline didn't hear the ding. When she didn't say anything, he started playing it, with the sound completely off.
The video was of her sitting in her bathtub, the camera off to the side, focused directly on her as she faced it. She was sitting in a tub full of sudsy water, as she took a bubble bath. He couldn't hear anything, but could tell she was talking to him while she was playing with her breasts.
He could feel his cock lurch with desire. Her breasts were... incredible. He absolutely loved them. Caroline's were ok... but just didn't compare.
He swallowed hard and knew he just had to hear what she was saying. He had to watch the video. He stood and moved swiftly back to the master bedroom and slipped into the adjoining bathroom, closing the door. This would be far enough away that Caroline wouldn't hear it.
He sat on the toilet and started the video from the beginning.
"Hey baby," Emmanuelle said. "I'm super, super horny tonight. Although I'm in my bath... I want to get dirty for you. I really want to touch myself. Just thinking about you makes me so... so wet. I'm so horny."
Vince felt his cock throb and opened his pants to alleviate the strain. God, she was so easily able to get his body going.
"I bet you're horny, too, aren't you baby." Emmanuelle grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed them a moment, then began stroking them. "And I know nothing makes you harder than seeing my soaped up titties. You love my titties. You're just so mesmerized by them, aren't you? They're so big... and soft... and my nipples get so hard for you."
Her hands squeezed and lifted those beautiful mounds of flesh while Vince watched helplessly. His cock throbbed even more, so he pulled both his pants and his boxers down, letting it free. He grabbed it with one hand and absently stroked it while holding his phone with the other.
"Do you like when my titties bounce up and down?" she asked, bouncing in her bathwater. "You'd love to hold them, wouldn't you baby? You just can't get enough of my perfect titties. If only you were here to feel how soft and slippery they are. Your hard cock would slip right between them so easily. You know how much I love it when you fuck my titties."
Fuck! She was definitely hitting his buttons. She knew him so well... and definitely know what her body did to him. He stroked his cock a little faster, feeling the pleasure quickly rising to a boil.
"Do you have your cock out, baby?" Emmanuelle giggled. "Mmmm... I bet you had it out as soon as you saw my tits."
God, was there a camera here or something? How in the hell did she know him that well?
"I bet you're stroking it... up and down... up and down," she said, almost perfectly to his stroke rate. "God, I miss your cock. I'm not sitting here just to have you watch me. Before this video ends, you're gonna cum for me... and you're gonna cum hard." She giggled, knowing that he probably would.
Emmanuelle picked up suds in her hands and dribbled them onto her breasts. "Imagine if all these suds on my boobs were your cum... mmmm... I'd love to rub it in... and play with it. Remember that? God I loved when you came on my tits... it was so warm."
He definitely remembered that. She was a freak in the bed... and everywhere else for that matter. Their relationship was extremely hot. They had sex on a dime and she initiated it as much as he did. Everywhere they went, they teased and touched each other. It was... incredible... and sometimes got them into trouble, getting kicked out of a few businesses.
"I wish you were here to lick and pinch my nipples," she said as she pinched them between her fingers, pulling them away. "Ooh, baby... they are so fucking sensitive. It drives me crazy when you touch them. Especially while fucking me."