“Should I have changed?”
“No, Trish. Just tell me what you’re wearing. And then touch yourself.”
What?
“Axel! I’m in a limo, for Pete’s sake.”
“Right, a limo that’s very private. I’ve instructed the driver to stay outside until I call him again. You’re secluded. You can double check the setting on the screen in front of you. No one can see you… or hear you.”
I made sure what he was saying was true before resting against the cushioned seat.
“When are you coming back?” I asked, ignoring his earlier request.
“Three more days. I heard Trevor had a nightmare.”
“Yes, how…”
“I talked to him this morning on the way to daycare.”
I thought he didn’t remember waking up at night.
“But I really don’t want to be talking about nightmares. Are you wearing pants or a skirt?”
I sighed. “Pants.”
“Unzip them.”
“I… I can’t.”
“If it helps you, I’m not wearing any pants. In fact, I’m not wearing any underwear either.”
The image of Axel, naked on his hotel room bed, holding his cock in a firm grip, lashed heat through my body. And yes, it did help.
“But you’re in a hotel room, not a limo,” I whispered, still fearing that someone on the outside would know what I was up to; or worse, would glue their curious face to the glass and see me. But Axel’s driver was standing guard outside, his back turned to me with his hands folded in front of him.
“I really need you to tell me how hot you feel between your legs.”
His provocative tone and my wild imagination were turning me on, and so I lowered my hand with caution, feeling the temperature over my panties. “Yes, I’m pretty hot.”
“Did you feel yourself?”
I sighed, and slipped my hand underneath my panties. I was not only hot, but also dripped each time Axel spoke.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I touched myself, and I’m going to need a fresh pair of panties after this.”
“Good girl. I’m hard, Trish. And I’m thinking about your tight pussy, pretending it’s your hand stroking me.”
Jesus! Were we really doing this? Here? Now? I couldn’t resist touching myself lower, spreading the heat up to my clit. I moaned.
“That’s a good girl. Tell me what you’re doing, baby. I’m thinking about your mouth around my cock.”
His breath was ragged and quicker. I could hear the pumps of his fist through the receiver and it made me that much hotter. I put the phone on speaker and lowered it to the seat at my side, extending my legs out, giving myself more space, wondering how he’d taste if I took him in my mouth. How deep could I go without gagging?
“I’m wet, Axel. Wet and swollen and very horny.” I rubbed my fingers over my clit, gently at first, but my flesh was begging to be caressed. It was yearningfor a rupture. This day felt so long — too long, as if another week had been added to Axel’s trip.
“Yes, baby.”
“And I’m about to put a finger inside me.”
“Do it.”
I slid it in, feeling my muscles seize the digit eagerly, but it wasn’t thick enough for what I really wanted. I imagined Axel’s powerful cock sliding in and out, stretching me beyond comfort. That night in the hallway should have satisfied me for decades, yet my greedy body longed for more.
“Ahh, it feels good, but I miss you touching me. I miss you inside me,” I whispered, pretending that it was his finger pumping in and out, slowly withdrawing and sliding higher, flicking my clit. A burst of energy sliced through me. My heavy breaths were beginning to fog up the nearest window, but at that moment I didn’t care. The possibility of someone catching me and the public being so close, excited me even more. I was fixed on finishing what we’d started, praying that no one would intrude on this private moment.
“I miss that too, Trish. I miss your smell. I miss the feel of your soft skin, your delicious mouth and hot pussy. I miss being inside you.” His last words were
“No, Trish. Just tell me what you’re wearing. And then touch yourself.”
What?
“Axel! I’m in a limo, for Pete’s sake.”
“Right, a limo that’s very private. I’ve instructed the driver to stay outside until I call him again. You’re secluded. You can double check the setting on the screen in front of you. No one can see you… or hear you.”
I made sure what he was saying was true before resting against the cushioned seat.
“When are you coming back?” I asked, ignoring his earlier request.
“Three more days. I heard Trevor had a nightmare.”
“Yes, how…”
“I talked to him this morning on the way to daycare.”
I thought he didn’t remember waking up at night.
“But I really don’t want to be talking about nightmares. Are you wearing pants or a skirt?”
I sighed. “Pants.”
“Unzip them.”
“I… I can’t.”
“If it helps you, I’m not wearing any pants. In fact, I’m not wearing any underwear either.”
The image of Axel, naked on his hotel room bed, holding his cock in a firm grip, lashed heat through my body. And yes, it did help.
“But you’re in a hotel room, not a limo,” I whispered, still fearing that someone on the outside would know what I was up to; or worse, would glue their curious face to the glass and see me. But Axel’s driver was standing guard outside, his back turned to me with his hands folded in front of him.
“I really need you to tell me how hot you feel between your legs.”
His provocative tone and my wild imagination were turning me on, and so I lowered my hand with caution, feeling the temperature over my panties. “Yes, I’m pretty hot.”
“Did you feel yourself?”
I sighed, and slipped my hand underneath my panties. I was not only hot, but also dripped each time Axel spoke.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I touched myself, and I’m going to need a fresh pair of panties after this.”
“Good girl. I’m hard, Trish. And I’m thinking about your tight pussy, pretending it’s your hand stroking me.”
Jesus! Were we really doing this? Here? Now? I couldn’t resist touching myself lower, spreading the heat up to my clit. I moaned.
“That’s a good girl. Tell me what you’re doing, baby. I’m thinking about your mouth around my cock.”
His breath was ragged and quicker. I could hear the pumps of his fist through the receiver and it made me that much hotter. I put the phone on speaker and lowered it to the seat at my side, extending my legs out, giving myself more space, wondering how he’d taste if I took him in my mouth. How deep could I go without gagging?
“I’m wet, Axel. Wet and swollen and very horny.” I rubbed my fingers over my clit, gently at first, but my flesh was begging to be caressed. It was yearningfor a rupture. This day felt so long — too long, as if another week had been added to Axel’s trip.
“Yes, baby.”
“And I’m about to put a finger inside me.”
“Do it.”
I slid it in, feeling my muscles seize the digit eagerly, but it wasn’t thick enough for what I really wanted. I imagined Axel’s powerful cock sliding in and out, stretching me beyond comfort. That night in the hallway should have satisfied me for decades, yet my greedy body longed for more.
“Ahh, it feels good, but I miss you touching me. I miss you inside me,” I whispered, pretending that it was his finger pumping in and out, slowly withdrawing and sliding higher, flicking my clit. A burst of energy sliced through me. My heavy breaths were beginning to fog up the nearest window, but at that moment I didn’t care. The possibility of someone catching me and the public being so close, excited me even more. I was fixed on finishing what we’d started, praying that no one would intrude on this private moment.
“I miss that too, Trish. I miss your smell. I miss the feel of your soft skin, your delicious mouth and hot pussy. I miss being inside you.” His last words were
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