Out of Focus (Love in LA #3)

ME:

First, I would need you naked so I can see every perfect inch of that body, get a look at those gorgeous tits again. Then, I would slide my fingers over your pussy, feel just how wet you are for me. How wet are you, red?

CHARLIE:

You want me to touch myself and find out?

ME:

Fuck yes

CHARLIE:

Only if you touch yourself too and tell me how hard you are for me.

I don’t even bother taking my pants off. I push them down with my boxer briefs and lay on the bed, so fucking ready for this.

ME:

Honey, I’ve been hard for you all night. From the moment I saw your ass in those pants to when we kissed at the restaurant, then when you came on my lap. I couldn’t think of anything else even if I tried. So yeah, I have my fist wrapped around my very hard dick right now. Now, tell me exactly how wet you are.

CHARLIE:

I changed my panties after you left because they were still wet from earlier.

I’m going to have to change them again.

I’m soaked.

Going to need a toy to help me.

ME:

Fuck. I bet I could easily slide into that tight pussy right now.

Her response doesn’t come right away, so I figure she must be caught up touching herself, which is so fucking hot. Though as the minutes tick by, I start to get nervous that I have gone too far.

ME:

Red? Was that too much?

Nothing. I sit and watch the screen until three dots finally pop up. Then they disappear. A minute later, her text appears.

CHARLIE:

No.

I’m sorry. Sexting is hard.

I can’t actually touch myself because I need my hands to text.

And just typing words feels weird.

I just wanted you to get off tonight, too.

ME:

Forget about me. Are you turned on, or did you just say that because it’s what you thought I wanted to hear?