Authors: Charlotte Sloan
Once I was back home, I closed all the blinds in our bedroom and closed the door behind me, then went through a variety of outfits, trying to decide which bit of lingerie in my wardrobe would serve best to tempt and to tantalize him as it melted from my flesh.
Even once I had decided on something that would do the trick, I found myself looking in the mirror, and I didn't really feel pretty. I mean, I was okay. Really, I was quite a beautiful woman, and had always been told so, but my appearance just felt inadequate in my mind for the gravity of this situation, like I needed to be perfect for him if he was to derive an ounce of enjoyment whatsoever out of the performance.
But of course, I could only work with what the good Lord gave me, and I knew that no matter how long I might have spent adjusting and primping in preparation for the show, at the end of the day it was just going to come down to my own perception of myself, and there wasn't really a hell of a lot I could do to change that.
Finally, I decided it was time to bite the bullet and rush this thing head on, and after a considerable time of fiddling with my laptop's webcam to arrive at just the right angle, I took a deep breath, and clicked on the record button.
“Hey, babe... God, I'm... I'm sorry, I'm so nervous... Wow...” I paused for a moment, trying to gain my composure, and then continued, “I uh... I thought maybe I'd make that video you'd asked about a while back... You know? I'm... I'm not exactly sure what you'd like, but... Well, I just thought maybe I'd give you a little taste and see how it goes. I um... I bought this new nightie the other day, by the way... I thought you might like it... It really...
Emphasizes things
, if you know what I mean...”
To drive home the point of this last sentence, I brought my hands up to my breasts, and began to squeeze them beneath the lacy black fabric, my fingers digging deep into myself, as I pushed my perky perfect titties across my chest. Strangely enough, I was beginning to settle into this already, feeling at ease with this little burlesque show I was putting on for him, and getting wet as hell at the sudden notion of how turned on he would be once he saw me playing with myself on camera.
A sudden sense of invigoration began to overtake me.
“And well... I thought you might be missing these,” I teased, and I began to loop my fingers into the straps of the nighty. I playfully pushed the fabric all along, dredging it down for a flash at a time so that my naked tits were briefly exposed, but then hastily pulling the article back up to cover my modesty. I did this repeatedly, my arms never resting as I continued to push my breasts around, and my nipples peeking out repeatedly in a manner that I could imagine driving my husband wild.
Then, finally, I made the plunge, and brought both breasts out into full view, the nighty hanging down about halfway down around my abdomen. Almost immediately, I covered up my nipples with my hands, as though censoring myself. But instead of prudishness, I was beginning to make things more lascivious than ever, squeezing and pushing my breasts around even harder, giving him quite the eyeful of my flesh as I pinched and tugged on my nipples.
I was seriously beginning to get into this, in a very enthusiastic way...
I'd begun to tilt my head back, thrusting my breasts forward toward the camera and moaning lightly as I caressed, until at last I tilted my face back down toward the camera, and smiled devilishly into what I imagined where my husband's eyes.
Then, slowly, I began to twist my body around on the bed, looking over my shoulder to make sure everything was still in frame, until at last my ass as jutting out toward him, practically popping out into his field of vision in three-dimensions.
Gradually, I began to peel down the fabric of the nighty, slipping it down along my thighs, down to my knees, slipping it down to around my ankles, until at last he was left gaping at the splayed treasures of my pussy, full and soft and round, and entirely his to ogle and pleasure himself to.
And in fact, the thought of him masturbating to this got me even hotter, and I began to follow suit myself, as though somehow this might constitute a round of mutual masturbation at some point down the road.
Looking over my shoulder at the camera, I lifted a hand and pushed the fingers into my mouth, coating them with saliva, and then drawing them back around. Slowly, I pushed them up inside myself, groaning with satisfaction as I did so, and my pussy beginning to squelch as I kneaded up the wet, hot flesh. I stroked slowly, carefully, kneading up the floral folds of my femininity with the utmost of tenderness, my legs beginning to quiver as I fingered myself so relentlessly.
It wasn't long at all before I began to realize that, all in all, this was as much about me as it was about him, and that my presentation should therefore reflect this fact accordingly. It was then that, after a few last moans and another cruel look of lust over my shoulder at him, I turned my entire body back to face the camera, my breasts heaving toward him and my legs spread wide so that he had a full, abundant view of my pussy.
I reached over into my bedside stand, and fumbled around until I retrieved the vibrating dildo that had been my only sexual companion in the months since Danny's deployment. I held it up to the screen, sliding its cold plastic shaft across my lips in a manner that put me in mind of holding a cigar.
I began to roll my tongue around the thing, imagining that it was Danny whose immensity I was savoring instead of some stiff, empty material, and then I opened my lips wide. I slowly began to push the thing down into my neck, deep-throating my own dildo, gagging just slightly, but in a manner which I knew would drive him absolutely crazy when he watched it with his own eyes.
I held steady, and slowly withdrew the wet thing after several seconds, its long pink shaft now coated with fluid, and ready to be put to good use.
I angled the laptop's camera down just a degree or two more, angling for just a slightly better view of my spread legs and wet pussy. And then, I began to slide the dildo around through the lips of my pussy, working the warm flesh around it, before pushing it inside me, swallowing it up into my body, and activating the vibrations.
And God, did I moan, tilting back my head and shivering as that grand feeling echoed through me, making my bones tense up and my knees quiver as I plunged the humming rod in and out of my body. Closing my eyes, I pushed my fingers around myself along with the dildo, stimulating my clit and giving Danny one hell of a show, all the while arching my spine further and further degrees forward, until I thought it seemed next to impossible that I could bend any further without breaking my damn back.
And as I masturbated, pushing and sliding the artificial penis in and out, in and out, in and out of me, I began to fantasize wildly, to recollect, and to call into memory the sweet, beautiful occasion of Danny and I's first time in bed together.
The memory was soft and warm and fuzzy, nostalgic and bittersweet. Prior to Danny, I had had very few sexual partners, and for his part, he said the same was true of him. Still, though, he'd had more experience than me I think, and though I felt a little bit clumsy and awkward in certain capacities, he managed to steer me through things very capably, to not only help me navigate our love but to reach such dizzying heights of ecstasy that I could scarcely even believe it.
We had begun to kiss on his sofa, his lips hot and wet and sweet, running along my neck and his teeth sinking gently into me, filling me up with so much unbridled desire that I began to push my entire body into him, wanting to be scooped up into his arms and held tightly there forever.
I began to kiss him even harder, pushing my tongue into him and drilling it toward the back of his mouth, gouging into his beautiful mouth and consuming him as deeply and as thoroughly as I could manage.
I could feel myself beginning to burn for him as his hands slid along my body, touching and prodding, getting a feel for me, and then sinking in, holding on for dear life as I dissolved into a liquid puddle in his grip.
In any other relationship I'd been in, I'd always been just a little bit hesitant when it came to sex. Not resistant, or unwilling, but uncertain of myself, unsure whether what I was doing was the right thing for me or my life, even when the physical act itself might have been bringing me the utmost of pleasure.
But with Danny, there was none of this doubt whatsoever anchoring me down- no feeling of speculation or second-guessing myself, no fear that this was just another guy who wanted to use me up and didn't give a damn what the extent of the relationship might have been beyond that and that alone. I wanted him, badly, perhaps even more fiercely than he himself wanted me, and it was showing in the way that I was embracing him, with the utmost passion.
Before I knew it, I was dry humping him, on top of him and pushing my body into him, and it was almost embarrassingly clear to him that I was more than ready for this to be taken to its next logical step. He lifted me into the air, sweeping me across the room with his hands on my ass for support, his touch sinking into me and affecting me more intensely than ever.
Almost the moment I hit the bed, it was as though my clothes began to melt away from me, dissolving to the floor and leaving me hotter than ever in my nudity, my bra, my panties, everything stripped away, so that I was wet and sweaty and vulnerable, yet oh so willing to be taken by him.
Then, he peeled off his shirt, and even now the memory of the fabric peeling away from his massive, toned chest sends goosebumps shooting across my skin. His massive pecs thudded with his breath as his arms seized a hold of my waist, taking a firm grip on me as he began to lower his head down between my legs.
I cringed, eyes wide, pushing up from the bed as his lips kissed those of my pussy for the first time, surprising me, not expecting oral sex on his part this very early on in the relationship. I sure as hell wasn't complaining about the fact, of course, as he dug his capable tongue deep into my cunt like a spade, twisting through me and shifting the earth of my body around, swiping through the floral folds and nibbling on me so perfectly that I thought I might meet an untimely demise before all was said and done.
His head bobbed rhythmically between my trembling thighs as he ate me, forcing my legs to close, to collapse around his precious skull with a vice-like force, nearly crushing the beautiful man, as at last he hit the sweetest of sweet spots, and sent wave after wave of sweet, splendid orgasm shooting uncontrollably through my body.
Finally, he pulled his lips out of me, and climbed up from the bed, his hand on his jeans as he extricated himself from them, his erection, at this point, hot and hard and more than ready to be put to good use. I think he had it in his mind that he was going to mount me on top, and push down inside me, but so great was my desire for him that I climbed up on top of him and pinned him down almost the instant his flesh hit the sheets.
Straddling him cowgirl style, my abdomen gyrated, and my pelvis ground up against him, stretching out my trembling cunt with the force of his cock, slamming my body into him, moaning, my head spinning, as I bounced up and down on top of the beautiful bastard like a damn pogo stick.
Every muscle in my body rang with exhaustion by the time all was said and done, as I smashed down one final time on top of him and held myself there, allowing myself to be filled up with his essence as he ejaculated inside me, and my body rang with orgasm yet again.
And now, in real life, as the memory reached its climax, I found myself moaning, head spinning on the verge of bursting away, as the vibrations of the dildo sent me flying over the edge.
At last, I slid the artificial cock out from inside me, panting and exhausted with desire, and having almost forgotten that I'd been filming this all the entire time.
I sat there, catching my breath for several seconds, and squeezing my naked body together as though trying to collapse in on myself, suddenly very embarrassed about all of this. But, I knew, I'd already filmed the whole thing, and though I could have easily deleted it, I decided that, somehow, it was far too important to get rid of.
The sadness of missing him washed over me once again as I looked into the camera eye, breathing, and pretending that it was his own.
“I love you babe...” I whispered at last, “And I miss you so much... Please come home soon...”
And with that, I uploaded the video as an e-mail attachment, and sent it flying halfway around the world.
Once all was said and done, I began to feel an incredible sense of disappointment wash over me. As much as I'd enjoyed making the video for my husband, and as close as it had made me feel to him as it all unfolded, the afterglow of my own self-abuse felt cold and unsatisfying, leaving me wanting so much more than I knew was mine to be had.
I wanted Danny- not just the long forgotten memories that could still fuel my masturbatory fantasies, but the flesh and blood
him.
I longed for his embrace, for his so long awaited return to my life, and yet I knew that, in reality, his return to me was about as far off as I could imagine.
Even the thought of it made me shudder, forced me to hug myself for security as I slipped beneath the blankets and closed my eyes.
And for so long, that was essentially how I passed my days. They seemed to span on forever, leaving me waiting impatiently for the return of his touch, of his warmth beside me in bed, of his arms squeezing me tightly and never letting go.