Bear: Ok. And you? What are you planning on doing, little lady?
Jewels: Mmm, planning? Honey, we're already full speed ahead.
Fuck. I swelled all the more at the thought of her touching herself while talking to me. It wasn't phone sex, but it was just as hot, this mystery woman rowdy over a few photos.
I was equally fired up, fantasizing about a pint-sized pixie with full tits begging for my attention. They'd be all mine soon.
Bear: Oh yeah? What are you doing?
Jewels: Some playful touching.
Bear: I wish those were my fingers right now.
I would have had her screaming in no time.
Jewels: Yeah? Tell me what you want to do to me.
Bear: I'd kiss down your neck and across your collarbones for one. Then dip a little lower slowly, making my way towards your sexy tits. I'd slide my hands down your pants and show you how you need to be touched.
Jewels: That sounds so hot, baby.
I continued to stroke away, cock aching for attention.
Bear: What are you doing right now?
Jewels: Rubbing myself.
Bear: Where?
Jewels: My clit.
Fuck. I swelled all the more at her words, more than ready to fuck her senseless.
How?
Jewels: Two fingers in a circle like I like.
Bear: It'd be better if it were my tongue.
I'd do anything to have my mouth on her at that moment, hearing her moan with each lap of my tongue while I took her to the edge. As much as some men dreaded it, I savored it, loving nothing more than drowning a woman in pleasure.
I freed my cock from its prison, picking up the pace with each pump.
Jewels: Absolutely. Just like my mouth would be better than your hand right now.
I groaned at the thought, my cock twitching.
Bear: Fuck yeah. I'd love to see you suck me off, babe. But not before you come over and over.
Jewels: How many times are you going to make me come?
Bear: As many times as I can. The goal is always at least three.
Jewels: Yeah? Why's that?
Bear: I always make sure the third is the best. I want you screaming and begging for it.
My hand continued its skillful trek towards Pleasure Island, teasing my cock into a rock hard mass. I'd love for her to come over and make good use of it, riding me right there on the patio for the city to hear.
Jewels: I'm up for the challenge.
I continued the journey towards release, leaning forward as I reached the point of no return, erupting across the cement.
Jewels: You gonna come for me, big boy?
I was still shuddering from my orgasm, my heart racing.
Bear: Just did.
Jewels: Where?
I stared at the mess across the floor of the balcony, slightly mortified at what I had done. I was sure it was a felony too. Public indecency? Disorderly conduct? Something like that.
Bear: Uh... the ground.
Jewels: Like the cement?
Bear: Yeah.
Jewels: More like sement now.
I threw my head back and laughed, the sound echoing across the balcony and chasing away the heaviness of the day.
Elena
“Is your phone possessed?” Lee's eyes locked on my cell, watching it light up like crazy. “Or did you royally piss someone off?”
It was dinging with messages from Bear, who was unleashing a playful assault of taunts after I told him what I was watching.
We messaged daily since our textual intercourse a week earlier, sharing more naughty tidbits before settling into a routine of casual chatter. Initially, I felt like a sleaze for sexting with a stranger, but our connection set me at ease. It also didn’t hurt that he was hung for days, or that he had a body built for sin.
“No, it's a program.” I took a quick sip of Moscato and stared back at the television, desperate to see which of the socialite's friends betrayed her.
We found a British reality show following a group of trophy wives with too much time on their hands. The lead chick was a cute blond who hooked my heart from the start. Unfortunately, one of her friends was getting down with her guy on the side.
Reality television wasn't everyone's cup of tea, but it made me feel better about my life choices. Watching someone else's drama allowed an escape from my own for a bit.
Lee offered wine and Italian takeout in return for me watching her kids over the weekend. I'd never accept payment for doing a friend a favor, but I wouldn’t turn down carbs either.
Lee cocked her head, smiling. “Porn?”
I shot her a look of disgust. “What? No!”
She tapped a long finger against her chin for a few seconds. “A new man?”
I ignored her, pretending not to hear as I focused on the show. I didn’t need a lecture from the biggest online dating skeptic in the world. I kept it from her to avoid the inevitable blowup. I would tell her eventually, but only after a date was planned.
“What is it?” she pushed.
“Nothing important. I'll turn it off.” I reached for my phone, but she snatched it to her chest like a squirrel with an acorn primed for eating.
“Oh, shut up! What is it? A stalker? A new sugar daddy?” She peeked at the screen and scowled, my lock screen hiding the goods. “A sexy foreign man who you're going to sponsor for a green card in return for countless nights of hot, kinky sex?”
“No, no, and definitely no.” I took another sip of wine with a smile. “I'd love to have a man with an accent, though.”
Maybe Bear had one. That would be a bonus. He was from Maine, however. I wasn’t sure how sexy that accent would be.
“Hm. A nervous boy toy who's too afraid to communicate like a normal human being?”
“Not quite.” I focused back on the show, waiting for the ball to drop.
“Oh, but I'm warm! I like that!” She sat back, rapping her fingers on her glass dramatically.
“It's a dating site, isn't it?”
“Maybe.”
Damn. It was her friend Brianna that betrayed her.
