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When am I getting some, then, mate? Need me a hot piece of chatline chick.
My reply was simple.
Soon.
Not too soon, though. This week she was all mine.
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Chapter Ten
Gemma
Daytime hours on chatline were always slower, but I crammed them in anyway, desperate to free up my evening for Jason. The day dragged. An hour spent pretending to be turned on by cucumbers broke up the monotony, but the day was generally as vanilla as chatline ever gets. Seven p.m. couldn’t come around quickly enough.
Tessa dashed in from college with barely enough time to eat her dinner. She abandoned the noodle dish in the sink and bolted to her shift, leaving me with an empty apartment and the heady flutter of anticipation. I dressed in red this time; a floaty wrap that showed almost everything, and black hold-up stockings to match. I looked like a devil in the mirror, a devil with a cherub’s arse. Jason hadn’t seemed to care about that, though.
A vehicle rumbled onto the yard at a few minutes to seven and I swear my pussy clenched. Heart thumping, I fought the impulse to steal a glance through the kitchen window. Luckily the buzz of my phone was enough to deliver me from temptation.
I’m outside, dirty girl. Be ready.
Oh, God! I got to my knees in the middle of the living room, pulling the blindfold down snug. My pulse was loud in my ears as my clit thrummed for a man I’d never even seen. My fingers slipped between my thighs as I listened to his footsteps on the stairwell. Five heavy steps in the hallway before the door creaked. He was in. The door closed gently and the latch engaged with a soft click. I could feel him in the room. I could feel him staring.
“Stand up.”
I didn’t deny him, rising to my feet as gracefully as I could manage. I jumped at his touch, but he was only reaching for the tie at my waist. My robe slipped from my shoulders, tickling my arse as it fell to the floor. I was naked apart from my stockings, and I felt it. Ifeltnaked. My cheeks were burning.
“Jason... I...”
“Shhh.”
His scent hit me, then. Citrus mixed with something heavier.Him. I could hear him breathing as he circled me. My stomach churned as I felt his scrutiny, conscious of every single imperfection. My cherub arse, the overhang of my belly, my chubby thighs... all so obvious without the disguise of the gauzy fabric.
“Part your legs.”
I shuffled my feet apart, jittery as hell when I heard him drop to his knees. He was so close to me, looking, staring.
“You have such a beautiful cunt, Gemma.”
I let out a moan as he blew warm breath on my pussy lips.
“Play with yourself.”
I hesitated for just a moment before my trembling fingers found my clit, my breaths ragged little gasps as he got to his feet. I heard his clothes dropping to the floor as he watched me.
Hot hands arrived on my shoulders.
“Lie down, dirty girl, on your back. Spread those lovely legs for me…”
He guided me to kneeling, and I lay back, clammy thighs open wide.
“…play with those tits, Gemma. Squeeze them. Tug those nipples hard for me.”
I knew he was kneeling between my legs, knew he was watching as I took my breasts in my hands and squeezed them tight for him. I tweaked my nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger, tugging enough to gasp. I shuddered at another hot breath on my pussy, squeaking in surprise as he slid a wet finger into my asshole. I squirmed, quivering as he worked it back and forth. He was slow... torturously slow, but the tingles,oh, God.
“Please, Jason... please fuck me...”
“Shush! I want to feel inside of you.”
