"But of course!" Chet boomed. "What do you hear from the stonemason?"
Donna smiled, remembering last night's FaceTime. She'd dressed up as a sexy police officer for him, tantalizing him by holding her phone at various angles so he could see every inch of skin that showed through the outfit. Thank heaven for overnight delivery. She'd get an idea at work, place the order, and look forward to surprising Eric soon.
"He's all settled in at this grand estate right on the ocean," she said. "It sounds heavenly. I can't wait to visit next month."
When Worth put on his editor "hat" to ask if she'd put in the paperwork for the time off, Jessica punched him lightly. "What? I like to keep up with things," he said with a laugh.
"Yes, boss," Donna said with a giggle. "I submitted the paperwork to Skip, boss, just like you said, boss."
Worth threw up his hands in mock defeat. "Okay, okay. This is a holiday. Sorry." Since he and Jessica had gotten married, her role at the magazine had increased. She still wrote features and a monthly 'back page' column, but he was steadily teaching her the business side of things. Soon, perhaps Skip would be assistant to both of them.
Layla interrupted with a little groan. "What is it, hon?" Keith asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just indigestion from all that great food, I'm sure," she said, rising from her seat. "I just need to go to the—" Her eyes widened in fear. "No! It's too soon!"
The unmistakable sound of water dripping onto the tile floor brought gasps from everyone else. Carol had just come in. "Call 9-1-1. Layla, lie down stat."
Donna was surprised by the authority in Carol's voice, then she remembered that she had been a nurse before Jessica was born, and again after Jessica started school. That's how she'd met Jessica's father, in fact. Today, having a nurse around was fortuitous. Everyone's face was drawn with concern.
"Jess," Donna said quietly as they tensely waited for the ambulance to arrive, "I'll clean up here, so you can all go to the hospital, and lock up before I leave."
Jessica nodded. "Thanks," she said, squeezing her friend's hand. "I don't know what she'd do if …" Her voice trailed off.
Donna laid her head on Jessica's shoulder. Everything and everyone she could think of at the moment paled in comparison. Deadlines, that jerk at work, the Peeping Tom reports, Eric, the club. Nothing mattered right now but Layla and the baby.
Inspired by those events, Donna had ordered a sexy nurse's outfit. What material there was, was crisp white, edged in red, with red straps crisscrossing her back and sides. White thigh-high stockings were also edged in red lace. Atop her blonde curls, sat a little white nurse's cap with a red cross. "What do you think? Are you in need of some oral medication?" she asked Eric seductively on the video call.
In Florida, Eric rolled his eyes in approval. "Oh my lord, Donna," he said huskily. "You really know how to make it hard on a guy."
"Hard already, big guy?" Donna teased. "I wish I could give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."
"I miss you. So. Much." Eric waited while Donna repositioned her phone so that he could see her from the back. She bent over and began pumping her knees, wiggling her tiny butt in the air, looking around to make kiss lips at the screen.
"Do you like this angle, doctor? Or are you my patient? How about you show me what effect I'm having. This video goes both ways, you know."
Normally, Eric would have been embarrassed to show himself. He felt self-conscious about the size of his penis "at rest" so to speak. Fueled by the sight of Donna's costume, however, his manhood was suitably engorged for her inspection. "Hold on." He put down the phone so that he could unzip his jeans and drop them to the floor along with his plaid boxers. A little chagrined, he picked the phone up and held it below his waist.
"Oh, babe, I would love to be holding on to that," Donna said breathlessly. Suddenly, she was stern. "Now I want you to do it. I will too."
"What?" Eric had never been much for self-pleasuring. He knew other guys did it regularly, but he had never felt the need.
Donna brought the phone up to her mouth and licked her lips provocatively. "You don't want me to diagnose blue balls, do you, lover?"
"I've just never… you know, in front of someone."
Donna giggled as she brought the phone down where she was in full view again. "And you think I have, mister? The sight of that… enormous… cock just turned me on so much, I thought maybe we could try. Please?" she pouted before flashing a grin.
Eric agreed. She'd talked him through that first night in the red room. Maybe she'd talk him through this. In Florida, he lay on the plush bed in his suite.
Back home, Donna unsnapped the crotch of her costume and lay down on their bed. "Just watch me for now," she purred. Setting up the phone so that he could see her torso, Donna pulled her breasts from the scraps of material holding them and began to squeeze her nipples, making soft noises of pleasure as she did.
Instinctively, Eric's hands went to his lap. Although he wore gloves while he worked, his hands were dry and scratchy. Reaching for a bottle thoughtfully left for guests on the nightstand, he massaged his hands with the fragrant lotion and tried again. "That's better," he murmured, encircling his member with both thumbs and middle fingers, gripping himself tightly as he moved his hands up and down, his eyes never leaving his wife's image.
Donna walked her hands slowly down her sides, playing with the red ribbons along her ribs and hips, pulling the material up from between her legs to expose the blonde triangle. When she'd asked Eric about getting a Brazilian wax, he had been
