Page 44 of Tell Me Something

“Yes.”

“Good, now I want you to have the flight attendant make up your bed, ok?”

“Ok.”

Standing up, I waited for the flight attendant to come and make up my bed. While thanking her, I glimpsed Josh sipping his whiskey and seemingly engrossed in his tablet. He didn’t spare me a glance.

After lying down, I closed the pod around me and was propping myself up on my pillows when the next message came in.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want you to take your blankets and put them over you. Cover yourself up, all right?”

“Yes.”

“Now I want you to take your left hand and reach down and touch yourself.”

I groaned because, unfortunately, this wasn’t a department in which I’d ever been particularly successful.

“You still there?” came the next message.

“Yes.”

“Is this making you uncomfortable?”

“Yes and no.”

“Talk to me.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

“The talking or the touching?”

“Both.”

“Never?”

“I’ve tried but never successful at it. I used to think something was wrong with me, but obviously now I know different, thanks to you.”

“I wish I could touch you right now.”

“Me too!!!”

“What if you imagine that it’s me, my fingers feeling if you are wet for me?”

Reaching down with my left hand, I felt the pool of dampness. “Yes, I am.” I typed with my other hand.

“I want you to put one finger inside yourself. Do you feel that liquid honey, Haylee?”

Even when he typed my name, it made me hot. I did his bidding and felt myself slick with desire. “Yes.”

“Good girl. Now take two fingers and rub your clit for me. Start with small circles. We’re only getting you warmed up.”

Moving my fingers as directed, I felt my body start to respond.

“That’s it, baby. How does it feel?”