Ellen suddenly perks up as if she’s had a light bulb moment. “Hey, maybe that’s why you had such a shit sex life with Brian. Because you’re gay.”
“Maybe,” I mutter. “Or maybe our sex life sucked because Brian was a selfish prick.”
“Could be. I always thought he was a bit standoffish, can’t imagine him being very passionate in bed.” Ellen’s shrugs. “Anyway, this is not about Brian. Let’s talk some more about your mystery lady. Her profile picture is visible, right? Let me see it.”
I grin as I look up Syd’s picture and show it to her. I’ve opened it at least twenty times today and know it won’t be the last.
“Fuck me, she’s hot,” Ellen says studying the picture. “Kind of androgynous, and very attractive. Hmm…” She bites her lip and cocks her head, zooming in. “Nice eyes too, fierce and icy. Have you thought of calling her? Aren’t you curious about her voice? I bet she sounds sexy…”
“Of course I’ve thought about it. I’ve been imagining her voice a million times, but I don’t think I’ll call her. The idea terrifies me and besides, who knows how many women she’s doing this with? There could be dozens.”
“Or maybe she’s just doing it with you.”
“Yeah, right. People don’t just single out one person and then go that far with them. It must be some kind of weird fetish.” I shrug. “Not that I mind.”
“But if she tells you to call her...” Ellen chuckles. “Then trust me, you will, honey. I have a feeling you’ll do anything she asks you to.”
6
Our exchange tonight starts out with Syd sending me a picture with the caption: ‘Figured I owe you this.’ A flutter runs through me when I open it and see Syd in nothing but a pair of white panties. She’s on a bed, one arm bent, her hand resting under her head. Unable to take my eyes off her beautiful breasts, I stare at them for what feels like an eternity, then lower my gaze to her smooth thighs. Unconsciously, I ball my hands into fists, aching to touch her. The bird’s-eye view tells me she’s using a selfie stick again.
‘You have a selfie stick,’ I type, and finish with a laughing emoji. ‘But I love the picture and yes, you did owe me one.’ Feeling brave, I add: ‘Planning on taking any more off?’
‘Maybe. And yes, I am using a selfie stick. Joke all you want; it comes in surprisingly handy in situations like this.’
‘So you’ve done this before, have you?’ I ask, glad to have a way in without sounding clingy.
‘Once or twice. But it’s been a while.’
I’m not sure if I believe her but decide I don’t really care. We’re in different time zones and, although this is sexual and highly intense for me, at the same time it’s neither physical nor emotional. ‘I like your tattoos. Did you design them yourself?’ Apart from the various tattoos covering her arm, she has a prominent one on her left thigh too; a monochrome dragon that snakes around her leg.
‘Yes I did. Glad you approve, I like my job. And I’ve been imagining you in the office… I love a woman in charge. It’s sexy.’
‘Not sure if it’s sexy, but it pays the bills.’ I smile as I send it, conscious of the luxury surrounding me. My ocean-view penthouse was not cheap, but I figured I deserved a reward for all my years of hard work, and it seemed fitting recompense for my soulless marriage to a man who’d grown to be very wealthy by the time we separated. I moved in here shortly after my divorce and have loved every minute of living by the sea. The scent of the ocean from my bedroom balcony in the morning is priceless, and the view during sunset still takes my breath away.
‘Trust me, it is.’
‘I think being a tattoo artist is pretty sexy too,’ I reply, smug that I’m finally able to engage in flirty dialogue without my nerves getting in the way.
‘Maybe I’ll ink you one day.’
The usual wink emoji that follows, and her provocative statement, make me clench my teeth and squeeze my thighs together. But then this woman could talk about the weather and it would still turn me on. I’ve honestly never even considered getting a tattoo, but the idea of her marking me is arousing. ‘That sounds interesting.’ I wait for her to reply and then wait some more. Am I boring her? Frustrated, I get up and pour myself a scotch. The message I come back to makes me take in a quick breath.
‘Can I call you on here? Video call?’
Oh my God. She wants to call me. And not just a call, a video call. Worried about how I look, I rush over to the mirror and run a hand through my tangled hair, regretting not putting any makeup on after my shower. My hair is still wet and I feel a little silly for just having washed myself before a chat conversation because it’s not like she’ll be able to smell the lotion I applied, or the perfume I’m wearing, or feel the smoothness of my freshly shaved legs. I should have dried my hair and put on some makeup instead, but I look okay, I assure myself, even though the prospect of hearing her voice and seeing her makes me tremble in anticipation. I stopped smoking years ago and haven’t felt the craving since, but I could really do with a cigarette right now.
‘Well?’ she asks.
Sitting back down, I look at my phone, my thumb hovering over it, hesitantly. This is moving a little fast for me, but I want it nevertheless. ‘Okay.’
It only takes seconds for my phone to ring and it feels surreal when I see her name on the screen, waiting for me to pick up. I slide a trembling finger across the screen and hold my breath as her face comes into focus.
“Hi,” I say, suddenly sounding shy and hating myself for it. “This is weird.”
“Hi, Val.” Syd’s clearly a lot more confident than I am, her low and slightly raspy voice loud and clear as she smiles into the camera. I love how she says my name and shortens it. No one ever does that. “Too weird?”
“No, it’s fine, I just need a little time to get used to it. Not working tonight either?” I ask, in need of something to talk about. The question is irrelevant because we both know what we want. Useless small talk is one of my downfalls. It’s one of the few things that tells people I’m anxious, but being calm and collected most of the time, it doesn’t happen very often. That, and pulling at my eyelashes, which I realize I’m currently doing—the sudden jolt of pain as I twist two dark hairs between my thumb and index-finger bringing me back to the present.
“I’m not open today; I have other things I need to work on.”
“Oh. Like what?”
“I’ll tell you about it some time.” Her smile widens and it’s so sexy that it’s hard to look at her without squirming. “Let’s face it, we’re not here to talk about me. We’re here because I’m going to make you come again… hard.” It’s clear she likes my reaction to her words because her eyes darken at my parting lips and hitching breath. “I love your voice, by the way,” she continues as if we’re having a perfectly normal conversation. “It’s so sweet and feminine.”
I still don’t know what to say so I wait for her to continue. The woman turns me on like nothing else, and the way she looks at me makes me melt. Now that we’re actually talking, the impact of her words multiplies by a million, because I can hear in her voice how much she wants this and can see the desire in her gaze. She’s holding her phone close to her face; her eyes are in sharp focus, and her glistening bottom lip looks wonderfully inviting. I’ve never felt an urge to kiss anyone so strong.
“Do you want to show me what you’re wearing under that robe?” The way she says it makes it sound more like a demand than a question, and I find myself instantly untying it and opening it for her before directing my phone toward my breasts.
“Nothing,” I answer as my hand runs over my breasts, parting the fabric.
“Nothing…” She licks her lips. “I like that. Show me the rest.”
I point my phone down, over my belly, then move down farther, exposing my pussy, my thighs and my legs, stretched out in front of me, one crossed over the other.
“Perfect.” She pauses and says: “Spread them.”
“What?” I must sound utter
ly shocked because she chuckles in amusement.
“Spread your legs for me. I want to see all of you.”
Swallowing hard, I make sure to keep the phone away from my face, hiding my red-hot cheeks. I’m terrified but also intensely turned on and I don’t even need to check to know how wet I am. Slowly I spread my legs and point the phone’s camera lens above my swollen lips.
“Mmm…” Syd moans, and it makes me moan quietly too. “Is there a coffee table by the couch?”
“Yes.” I frown and point the camera back to my face. “Why?”
“Stand your phone on there and make sure I can see all of you. You’re going to need both hands for this.”
I scan the room in search of something to lean my phone against, her instruction proving difficult as the apartment is pretty much clutter-free. Eventually my eye finds the perfect prop. My heavy crystal scotch glass will work and I move it back, then place my phone at an angle so that most of me is visible. Syd does the same, putting her phone on something next to her bed. She turns her head to face me, biting her lip.
“See? This works.”
“It does.” A smile plays around my lips as I enjoy the side view of her body and she seems more than pleased with seeing mine. “Now what?” I ask, dying to touch myself. The pulsating throb in my clit makes me shift and move my legs restlessly. I’m highly aroused and in need of release. When she lowers her panties and kicks them off, I can’t keep my gaze away from her. The thin strip of dark hair doesn’t cover much of her modesty and the need to taste her is so overwhelming that I’m seriously doubting my sexuality now. I never longed for a man the way I long for her.
“Do you have my present there?”
“Yes,” I say, grabbing the pink toy from the floor next to me.
“I want to watch you while you use it. Touch your breasts. Pinch your nipples for me. Imagine they’re my hands on you.” Her sultry voice cuts through me, luring me into doing whatever it is she wants. “Yes, like that,” she continues when my nails scrape over my breasts, leaving red marks. “Now turn on the vibrator.”
I moan softly as I touch myself and lock my eyes with hers in the camera. At the same time, I can see myself lying on the couch in the second screen above. My legs spread, my breasts heaving up and down, my face an expression of pure lust. Pinching my nipples so hard that my hips buck, and my chest shoots up, I lower the vibrator between my legs. It feels incredible, and her smile tells me she likes what she sees. My back arches at the contact and I lose myself in mind-blowing insanity as the thrilling sensation against my clit grows, making my pussy tingle. As she watches me come undone, Syd’s hand reaches between her own legs and the sight of it makes me gasp. The way her face pulls into an expression of delight, all the time keeping her eyes on me, causes my juices to drip out of me. I see her fingers dip inside her and begin to feel dizzy.
“Push it down harder,” she says in a breathy voice, then moans louder as she starts fucking herself with her fingers.
I love watching her so much that I can barely concentrate on what I’m doing, yet my body is screaming out for more. When I increase the pressure of the vibrator, it hits me so hard that I levitate off the couch, my hips moving frantically as I’m unable to stop my climax from taking over. Seeing that she’s close too, from the way her body is moving in sync with mine, I let go, and only seconds later, she explodes too. She’s loud and I don’t hold back either. The sound of our combined cries is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard, so powerful that I know I’ll remember this moment forever. It’s strange how we keep our eyes locked as it’s somehow more intimate than it should be in our situation but I’m unable to look away. Seeing her eyelids flutter in ecstasy is beautiful and I feel privileged to witness her moment. A little later, she starts to laugh, and I laugh too because I know we’re both thinking how ridiculously good this is.
“Are you okay?” I ask, because she suddenly looks terribly serious when she lets out a deep sigh and turns on her side to face me fully. The way we’re lying, and the way our cameras are positioned, makes me feel like I’m there with her.
“Yeah.” She nods and smiles. “I just didn’t expect something like this to be so good, that’s all. You drive me wild.”
“Same,” I say. “You’re incredible. It’s amazing to watch you and it makes me want to touch you.” The words are out before I’ve had the time to think them through.
“I want to touch you too.” Syd sits up and pulls the bedsheets over her naked body. “In fact, there’s not much I wouldn’t give to have my hands on you right now, but we’re not exactly walking distance, so let’s agree to meet on here again tomorrow, shall we? A little later though, because I’m working.”
“That’s good for me. I’ll be here.” I want to keep talking to her, simply lying here like this together, but I don’t know where to start or how to express my thoughts. From the way she keeps leaving, I’m guessing she doesn’t want this to get too personal and I can understand that. What would be the point? It’s not like any more will come of this. Still, I want to know more about her, but just as I open my mouth, she gets up and gives me a wink.
“I have to go now. Another present will be arriving for you tomorrow.”
“Okay…” I chuckle, hiding my disappointment of having to hang up already, wishing I could fast-forward time. “I can’t wait to see it.”
7
The day is creeping by while I’m waiting for an email from the mail room to let me know my package has arrived. My schedule is clear today as I need to catch up on admin and prepare a presentation for the rest of the board tomorrow. It’s still staggeringly hard to concentrate but I manage somehow, and I’m almost done with the seventh slide when my assistant knocks on the door.
“Hi, Nyssa,” I say, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice as I clearly told her not to interrupt.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Valerie, but I just happened to be downstairs to pick up the mail and I heard a delivery lady say your name, so I thought I’d bring it up for you.”
My eyes widen as I stare at the black box she’s holding, and my first thought is that I hope she didn’t see the delivery truck. Somehow, I manage to compose myself and wave in the direction of the coffee table next to the sofa. “Thank you. Just put it over there.” After that, I ignore her and turn back to my screen, pretending to be focused because I can’t look her in the eyes right now. Does she know? Did the delivery lady have a logo on her shirt or whatever she was wearing? Was she wearing much at all? I looked up the store yesterday and their branding is very clear. Naughty Delights. Going on the name, there would be no mistake about what they sell.
As soon as Nyssa closes the door behind her, I get up and walk over to the hallway-facing window. I’m about to close the blinds when I change my mind. If Nyssa sees me closing them, she’ll be sure to think the package is suspicious and she’s not shy of gossip; I’ve overheard her talking in the canteen. Although I can barely contain my curiosity, I leave the box on the table and decide to wait until I’m home.
Three hours later, I’m finally in my kitchen with the black box on the counter. Although these presents might be just as much for her own pleasure, I don’t remember the last time someone got me a gift other than flowers or a bottle of scotch, and it makes me giddy. I kick off my heels and close my eyes at the feeling of cold tiles under my sore feet, then take off my black blazer and my pants, leaving me only in my top and panties. Taking my clothes and shoes off is my favorite part of the day and when I’m at home, I never wear much other than my robe. Lying on the couch near-naked with microwave or takeout meals might seem sad to some, but for me it’s bliss after a hectic day at work.
Sure, I go out. Sometimes because I have to and sometimes because I want to. But mostly, I’m very happy being home by myself reading. The fact that the lesbian erotica I was so hooked on has now turned into reality, is something I wouldn’t have dared hope for, only a week ago.
A flutter of excitement tugs at
me as I pull at the pink ribbon and open the lid. It’s another vibrator, but a larger, phallic shaped one this time. The design is pink and streamlined, just like the previous toy but clearly designed for different use. Immediately, I feel immense desire well up, my mind going places I’m not quite ready for yet. Pulling at my turtleneck top, I feel hot and flushed, and an urgent need to take everything off chases me out of the kitchen. I make my way through the long hallway, then into the master bedroom where my housekeeper has done an excellent job of making the bed look immaculate and turn on the rain shower on the other side of the frosted glass wall behind my bed.
Removing the rest of my clothes, I take the time to observe myself in the mirror. I don’t look bad for forty-one, even though I never bother with the gym or diets. Maybe I’m too busy to be excessively unhealthy, or maybe I’m just lucky to have my father’s genes. Running a hand through my dark hair, I find myself feeling sensual tonight. It’s not something I ever felt while I was with my ex-husband and even before that, I don’t think I’ve thought of myself as a very sexual being. Ironically, sex is all I can think of now, and as I step under the shower, I know it’s because of Syd, who has awoken this fire in me. It started as a small, curious glow that spontaneously combusted the moment we got personal and the flames are now rising to unpredictable heights. If I fuel this incendiary thing between us even more, I’m afraid of what will happen.
8
“Hi.” Syd seems genuinely excited when I pick up.
“Hi,” I reply with a grin plastered all over my face. I don’t usually show my emotions so easily, but I’m unable to hide my happiness at seeing her again. “Thank you for the present. I feel like I should send you something back.”
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