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I bring the ringing phone to my ear and the binoculars back to my eyes. Her hand stills on her breast, and her closed eyes flutter open. Her hand stays cupped over her breast while her other picks up her phone. She smiles as she hits a button and brings the phone to her ear.
“Hello?” Her voice is breathless, and the sound sends a shot of lust to my dick, knowing the cause of the sound.
“Emberleigh.”
“Nathan. Hi, how are you?”
In light of what her hand is currently doing, her question nearly has me chuckling, but I hold it back.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?”
I wait with anticipation, hoping her answer is no. Even if she doesn’t know I’m watching, I want it to be my voice coupled with her hand that gets her off tonight. I want to sit here and watch her and hear her at the same time.
“Umm… no, it’s not a bad time.”
I smile, and my dick gets thicker. “Good. What are you doing right now?”
Through the binoculars, I watch as her hand moves over her breast.
“I’m actually in bed,” she answers, her tone stronger than before.
“What are you doing in bed already? It’s only nine o’clock.”
I want her to tell me that she’s touching herself. To say she’s doing it as she thinks of me. I know I’m close to playing with fire right now and she may become suspicious of my questions, but fuck if I care at the moment.
She doesn’t answer. The phone rustles as she scoots back on the bed and reclines against some pillows.
“What are you wearing, Emberleigh?” I ask, the question coming out as a growl.
Her answer both surprises and pleases me.
“Nothing but panties,” she pants.
Her legs fall open, but she doesn’t move her hand between them.
“Why are you out of breath?” I taunt.
She moans, then says quietly, “Because I was touching myself when you called.”
I groan, and wish for a third hand so I could palm my dick.
“Were you? And what were you thinking about while you touched yourself?”
Her hand moves to her bent knee and she trails it slowly up the inside of her leg. When she makes it to the apex of her thighs, she touches herself over her panties. I wish I was close enough to see if they were wet. I’d bet my left nut they are.
“You,” she moans. “I was thinking about you. I was imagining you watching me.”
A growl slips past my lips, and at the sound, she whimpers. Across the distance, I watch as her hand pushes harder against her sweet spot.
She has no damn clue how much her fantasy is coming true as we speak. Or how much I want to tell her that’s what I’m doing right now. Would it scare her or turn her on more?
“Do you want me watching you right now?”
A hitch of breath, then a soft, “Yes.”
Fuck, she has no idea what she’s doing to me right now.
“Are you touching yourself?”
