The red dress clings to my thighs – an armor of lace and silk, put on for a man who only knows me through a camera. Midnight. My bedroom lies in semi-darkness, only the screen casting pale light on my face. Soon he’ll appear, this stranger with the warm eyes, who’s been sending me words, pictures, promises for three months. Tonight is the call that will change everything – or finally show me how silly this whole long-distance erotic story is.
The Connection is Established
Lukas – his name appears on the display. I press accept, and his face flickers onto the screen. Green shadows lie under his eyes, a crooked grin plays on his lips. “You look stunning,” he says, and I let out a short laugh. “You lie like a rug.” But his gaze remains serious, piercing the distance. “I mean it. You’re beautiful.” His voice is scratchy, as if he’s been talking all day, as if he’s hoarse from waiting for this moment. I want to touch him, stroke his cheek, but my fingers only meet cool glass.
“I wish I could kiss you right now,” I whisper. A sentence we’ve said a hundred times, but today it feels different – heavier, full of unspoken longing. Lukas leans closer to the camera, his face filling the screen. “What would you do then?” he asks, his voice deeper than usual. I swallow, feeling the pulse in my throat. “I’d press my lips to yours – softly, hesitantly, and then push my tongue into your mouth, slowly, until you moan.” His breathing gets shallower, I see his chest rising. “Go on,” he breathes.
The Boundaries Blur
I play with the hem of my blouse, letting the fabric slide between my fingers. “Then I’d slide my hands under your shirt, feel your chest, the warmth of your skin under my fingers.” Lukas closes his eyes, his eyelids flutter. “Yes,” he moans softly. “And then?” he asks hoarsely. “Then I’d pull at your belt, open it, bury my mouth at your neck while I stroke you.” I see his hand slide under the screen, the soft click of his belt coming through the speakers. “Show me what you’re doing,” I say softly. He hesitates, then adjusts the camera a little lower. I see his hand, gliding over his pants, opening the zipper, the sound of metal on fabric.
My breath catches. “I want to see you,” I whisper. Lukas lifts the camera back to his face, his eyes gleaming. “You first. Show me what you’re wearing.” I stand up, take a step back so he can see me fully. Slowly, I open the blouse, button by button – each one a small revelation. Underneath, a lace bra, bought especially for today, deep red like the dress. His eyes go wide. “Mia…” he breathes. I let the blouse slide off my shoulders, the fabric falling to the floor. “Do you like it?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
The Screen Becomes a Stage
I sit back down, stroking my chest, feeling the lace under my fingertips. “I wish you were here,” I say. “I’d touch you, take your nipples between my fingers, until you beg me.” Lukas moans loudly, a sound that scratches through the line and echoes in my belly. “Do it. For me.” I obey. My hands wander over my body, over the fabric of the bra, while I look him in the eyes. “Yes, just like that,” he whispers. “And now take it off.” I open the bra, let it fall. My breasts are bare, my skin tingling under his gaze, and I see Lukas’s eyes linger on them, how he leans forward slightly. “You’re driving me crazy,” he says. “I want to taste you, your skin, your nipples…”
I place a hand on my breast, massaging it gently, circling my thumb over the hard peak. “And what would you do with your tongue?” I ask. “I’d circle it, lightly, until you twitch, and then suck until you scream.” My body reacts immediately. A warmth spreads inside me, flooding my lower belly, and I feel how wet I’m getting, how my panties are slowly soaking through. “I want you now,” I moan. “Show me how you touch yourself,” he begs. “I want to see you come.”
The Longing Unloads
I close my eyes, slide a hand into my panties. My fingers glide over my wet slit, the heat there almost overwhelming, and I moan softly. “Yes, just like that,” I hear Lukas’s voice, rough with desire. “Imagine it’s my mouth, my tongue.” I open my eyes, see him stroking himself, his hand sliding up and down over his hard, glistening shaft. The greed in his gaze makes me tremble inside. “I want to feel you inside me,” I whisper, as my fingers find my clit. “How you fill me, how you move inside me.”
My fingers circle the sensitive spot, my breathing grows faster, in gasps. I don’t take my eyes off him, see his face tense, the veins on his neck bulging. “Lukas…” I pant. “I’m close…” “Me too,” he moans. “Come for me, Mia. Let go.” His hand moves faster, the wet sound coming through the speaker, and I see his whole body tense. That pulls me over. The pressure inside me builds, becomes unbearable, explodes in a wave that races through my entire body. I scream his name as I writhe, my fingers still on my wet heat, the waves of pleasure rolling through me.
Lukas lets out a rough moan, his face contorts, and I see him come, the white fluid running over his fingers, dripping onto his hand. We’re both breathing heavily, the light of the screen bathing our faces in a soft blue. Neither speaks. The only sound is our breathing, slowly calming. Then he smiles. “That was… incredible,” he says softly. I laugh, a little embarrassed, still feeling the aftershocks in my body. “Yes. But it’s not the same as real.” “Next week,” he says determinedly. “I’ll book the flight. Then I’ll show you what’s really inside me.” I nod, a hopeful tingle in my belly mixing with the still trembling arousal. “I’m looking forward to it.”
After the Climax
We stay silent for a while, each trapped in our own screen yet strangely close, connected by the quiet camaraderie of the spent. “Should I leave you alone?” I ask finally, my voice still thick. “Not yet,” he says. “Stay a little longer. We can just talk.”
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