My hand instinctively goes to my crotch, rubbing the shaft of my cock in an attempt to soothe the ache.
"Was I on your mind while you were fucking some other guy? Couldn't get me out of your head, so you had to text me?"
"Not exactly."
"Then what exactly was the series of events that led us here?"
"Well, first off, it was a woman."
My hand stops stroking. "Ofcourse. Go on..."
"After my meeting this afternoon, I may have gotten a little wine drunk and brought the sommelier back to my hotel room."
"To play cards?"
"Yes. To playseveralrounds of cards."
I slip my hand under the elastic waistband of my sweats and fist my cock.
"Who won?"
"I'd say it was pretty evenly matched. We both won probably three or four games each if my memory serves me correctly."
"I'm glad it was a successful evening for you."
"You getting tired?"
"What? No."
"Your eyelids are looking a little heavy."
Shit, can she tell I'm touching myself?
"No, just really..."
"Horny?"
"Mhmm." My voice comes out like a low growl.
"Good." She rolls onto her side and angles her camera so that I can see most of her naked body. Her top leg is crossed over the bottom, blocking the view of her beautiful pussy that she teased me with earlier. But her tits are on full display now.
I start stroking myself a little faster, trying to conceal the fact that my breathing is getting more labored.
"You trying to kill me here?"
She bites her bottom lip. "Something like that."
I slow my hand, and I close my eyes tightly for a moment, trying to collect myself, so I don't come. I'm only touching myself to control the painful ache between my legs.
B says something, but her voice is drowned out by the worst sound I could possibly imagine at a time like this.
"Daddy?"
My eyes shoot open, and I quickly hit the end call button on my phone, practically throwing it across the couch. Luckily, a blanket is covering up the fact that I currently have my hand wrapped around my raging boner. Well, itwasa raging boner, but it's currently shriveling back up into my body like it's getting ready for hibernation.
"Clover! What are you doing up?"
"I heard you talking to somebody, and I thought maybe it was..." She cuts herself off, and the look on her face tells me I have about five seconds before the tears start flowing.
