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“I’m so wet, that was one of my fantasies I want to live out. I have the dress.”
“Spread your legs Millie, open yourself.”
When I do, I feel my juices coat my thighs.
“Done, I’m open for you. What do you want me to do now, I feel so good, so slick.”
“Fuck Millie, I’m hard again. This time I’m going to come with you.”
My breath hitches just the idea of him being hard again for me.
“Touch yourself Millie, circle that juicy clit and come for me.”
I rub my clit like he asked me to and my insides start to do wonderful things. I try to stifle a moan, and it comes out as a whimper.
“That’s it, I can hear you Millie. Harder, fuck yourself for me…slide those fingers inside yourself and come for me! I’m almost there Millie, tell me you’re doing it.”
I slide my middle finger down and press on my entrance.
“Oh fuck, Jack, it feels so good.”
“Fuck yourself Millie, harder…”
I slide two fingers in and feel myself climb higher, my walls tightening around my fingers as I slide them in and out of me, building the pressure.
“Two fingers Jack, sliding in and out.” I’m losing control.
“I’m coming Jack…” I can’t say anymore, my mind goes blank as my eyes close, topping my head back as I come hard with my own fingers and his words.
“Fuck…yes, me too.” I’m gone, but I hear him moan my name when he comes with me.
“Millie? Are you still with me?” I hear him say through my earphones.
“That was the fucking hottest thing I have ever done, and it makes me love you so much more. 1,300 miles apart and we can still have the best sex.”
“Umm…I know, not just the best sex, the best phone sex! And it was the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life, maybe we can do them for real when you get back.”
“I have so many fantasies I want to try out, they all include you baby, and yes when I walk in your door tomorrow morning, I’m doing it to you. I’m going to bend you over, make you come with my tongue inside you, then fuck you until you see stars, then we will do one of my fantasies, one I’ve dreamt of for years.”
“Good cuz I have a few more too.”
We end the phone call half an hour later; after changing trains, I spend the next journey relishing and reliving what has just happened. The buzz I feel all over my skin just turns me on more.
So I hide myself at the back, tucked away in the corner and take a few pics for Jack to wake up to. By the time I get home, it’s almost midnight and dark as hell.
When I walk through the door, I turn to put my keys in the bowl but they hit the floor instead, and I trip over something on the floor. I must still be drunk or high on phone sex. I start giggling as I remember the photos I took for him, three to be precise, one sucking my fingers, one tugging my nipple, and the last one with my hand down my pants playing with myself. Walking up to my bedroom, I get the green dress ready, and hang it on the wardrobe door ready to put on tomorrow morning.
Sleep comes easy that night, my eyes close and I dream of Jack.
Fumbling around in the kitchen the next morning, I find a few things out of place, like the small table I use to put my keys on, and the umbrella stand on the floor. I can’t seem to find a fewthings either and it’s irritating me. I’ve lost the key to the back door, so I can’t sit outside and have my coffee. That’s if I ever find it! How can I lose coffee? I can’t function without it, I’ll be a zombie! Let alone be in a bad mood, and I definitely don’t want that, not today. I’ve got the day off, Jack is coming back this morning and I can’t wait to see him. His flight lands in about an hour and I need to get myself ready for today… I’m so excited and horny just thinking about what his fantasy is.
“Thank god!” I shout, finding the coffee in a random cupboard. I make two cups and head back upstairs to take a shower.
Looking in the mirror thirty minutes later, I take in the green dress covering my body. It hugs me in all the right places – the back dips to the bottom of my back so I’m not able to wear a bra. The front has a plunging neckline, reaching down to just below my boobs, showing the soft curves of them. Thin straps hold everything in place. While the slit in the side of my dress runs up towards the top of my hip, with a gold brooch attached at the top, when I walk, the split leaves nothing to the imagination. I’ve added my gold high sandals to match and left my hair loose, the soft curls hanging down my back.
I’m ready. So I wait for him in the kitchen. He just has to walk in.
Chapter twenty-three
