She selected another photo from the bridal set and emailed it thinking Jim would really like this one. It was of a demure looking bride facing the camera holding a bouquet as she stood in front of a full length mirror so you could see the effect from the front and the rear, with both cheeks on show.
She climbed into bed and still felt shocked at Jim’s questioning about a vibrator and his suggestion that she should get one. Was that weird? She wasn’t sure.
Chapter 27
After a restless night’s sleep, Tasha got up at six o’clock to take a bath before putting on black lace underwear with some black, lace top stockings and slipped on her favourite black stilettos before she finally put her wrap around her. She had no make-up on, but teased her hair until it was full and wavy. Taking a deep breath, she phoned Jim’s mobile.
He answered immediately. “Hi honey, eager as usual. I thought you’d be another hour. I guess you just couldn’t wait.” he teased.
“I didn’t sleep very well, so as I was ready...” she explained.
“And eager and horny.” He laughed as he tormented her a little more.
“Whatever, are we going to do this or not?” She felt and sounded agitated.
“Sorry, baby. I was only playing, but maybe my timing was off. If you’re sure, let’s do it and hopefully I will see you in a minute.”
Tasha followed the instructions Lucy had given her and let out an excited squeal as she saw the familiar sight of Jim’s pillow. Suddenly, he was there, sat up on the bed and looking at her. She clapped from her position sitting on her own bed.
“Well, hello there. It is very good to see you,” Jim said, his smile lighting up his whole face and possibly the room.
She grinned inanely at him. “I can’t believe I can see you and you’re so far away.”
“You gotta love technology, honey. We should do this every night and morning. It’s better than just talking on the phone, but I like the inappropriate sexting,” he grinned, and meant every word.
“I have missed your face,” she said obscurely, but she really had missed the sight of his face in front of her, every handsome feature of it.
“Just my face?”
“Well, all of you, but you know what I mean.” Her nerves were beginning to rise again.
“Yes, I do,” he confirmed then turned his attention to her fully. “Stand up and show me what you’re wearing.” Tasha stood up hesitantly and turned the laptop then stepped back, placing more of herself in shot. “Stop, take your robe off, slowly.”
She undid the belt and allowed the robe to gape open. Slowly, she dropped her arms so the robe fell off her shoulders. With her nervousness still rising as it fell to the floor revealing black lace underwear, similar to the white set he’d bought her in New York, Tasha took a few deep breaths. The bra was briefly cut and plunged to a breath-taking depth and the panties were almost non-existent.
“Oh God, Tasha, you look gorgeous. Come back to the bed. Pile your pillows up and lie back so you can still see me,” he commanded and she willingly abided. “Now, close your eyes until I tell you to open them, okay?”
“Mmm,” she replied with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.
“Okay?” he repeated, needing her full and undivided attention.
“Yes, James,” she replied this time.
“Put the index and middle fingers of your right hand into your mouth and slowly suck them, make them wet, honey.”
She followed his instructions to the letter and with her eyes closed he was there with her, doing this with her, to her.
“Trace a path from your mouth down your chin, your throat and chest. Put your fingers into your bra and lift your tits out one at a time and play with them.”
“James,” she protested.
“Ssh, baby. Listen to my voice and imagine I’m there. Imagine it’s me doing this,” he said, soothing and reassuring her, giving her the confidence to do this.
She followed his commands and began to pinch and tease her nipples. She knew it was her own touch at her own hands and yet the caresses were undoubtedly Jim’s, his touch soliciting arousal and moans that filled the space around her.
“Oh baby, it feels good, doesn’t it? What would I do next?”
“James, I,” she began to protest again.
“No, Tasha, do what I would do. You know what I’d do, don’t you?” he asked seriously. “I would be wanting your pussy now, but I’d want you moaning louder for it first. So, move your hands down and lift your legs up. Show me.”
She slid her feet up the bed and allowed her knees to drop to the side and wondered how on earth he did this to her. How she became this woman in his presence, even if his presence was rather remote at the moment.
“Good girl, now let your hands skim down your thighs to your knees and then really slowly take them back up your thighs to your panties.”
She moaned even louder now as she followed his orders again.
“How do you feel, Tasha?”
“Hot and wet,” she replied with honesty in her literal response.
“You know what I would do now, don’t you? I would slip my fingers into your panties and into you. Do it, Tasha. Move them in and out, faster baby.”
She couldn’t believe she was doing this. It was so dirty, but such a turn on and as she kept her eyes closed, they weren’t her hands, they were James’.
“Honey, what would I do now?” he asked and although she knew the answer, she felt embarrassed to tell him. “Natasha, answer me, what would I do now?” he repeated.
“You would suck your fingers,” she almost whispered.
“Yes baby, I would. Why?”
Could she feel any more exposed by him?
“Why?” he growled with a gruffness she thought was due to his command and arousal.
“To taste me.”
“Do it, Tasha. Taste how sweet you are, but open your eyes. Look at me.”
She complied completely and as she sucked her arousal from her own fingers he watched her and she watched him. He really was there with her.
“I want to kiss my way down your body, baby. All the way to your pussy then remove your wet panties and lick you, baby. Do you like it when I do that?”
“I love it when you do that to me. When you make me come that way.” Her words came out in breathy pants. The electricity was already building in her stomach and below. How could she be so close to coming, at his words and her own touch?
“Take your panties off. You need to make yourself come with your fingers, Tasha. Move them back down your body and when they get to your pussy push them inside and move them.”
She nodded and closed her eyes again.
“Answer me,” he insisted, forcing her to refocus again.
“Sorry. Yes, James.”
“Use your thumb on your clitoris. Flick it like you like me to and open your eyes. I want to see you. I am the only man who is ever going to see you like this and I want you to see me, to know it’s me doing this to you.”
She watched the screen where he watched her. Her fingers moved faster, pushing her ever closer to release. The image on screen proved Jim was getting as much from this as she was. He held himself, his erection pulsed and twitched, the pre-cum glistening through the screen. She had forgotten, but somehow thought she might have exaggerated just how big he was in her own mind, but the image on screen suggested that was not the case. Tasha whined and moaned as she imagined the heat and burn of how he stretched her swollen and intimate skin.
With every move she made he matched her with one of his own, and as she felt her release break she cried out to him and for him. “James.” She was transfixed as he joined in with muffled gasps and the calling of her name then saw his explosion erupt before her eyes.
She lay there still for a few seconds until his voice brought her back down to Earth.
“You were fucking amazing. That was so sexy, Tasha. I just want to wrap around you now,” he told her. “Lie with me, baby.”
She frowned her confusion, wondering just how she might do that with a whole ocean separating them.
“Take your clothes off and lie down on your pillow like I was there,” he clarified.
With her clothes cast aside she lay on her side and found him doing the same.
“So, how was your first dalliance with cyber-sex?”
“Surprisingly good.”
“But?”
She flushed and looked away.
“Tasha, look at me. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Nothing, it was good,” she repeated.
“So you said, but? What did you want from this that you didn’t get?”
He stared at her intently from the screen. He knew, he had told her what she would want after this and he was so, so right. “Come on, Tasha, talk to me, honey,” he implored and encouraged in just a few words.
“You told me I would want more from this and I kind of do. Although, it was very good, a most satisfying way to wake up in the morning.” She offered him a sultry smile and a small flutter of her eyelashes. “I may insist on it every morning now.” She smiled and attempted to lighten the darkness she could feel descending. The darkness and loneliness.
“It can be arranged, but you need a vibrator,” he said seriously.
She covered her face and cringed.
“You are very funny, Tasha. You have just done that with me, for me and followed every instruction I gave you and now the mention of a vibrator and you’re mortified.” He laughed, but not at her, she knew that, and he made a valid point.
“I know it’s stupid, but the idea of one is odd and it’s like I’m replacing you. I thought you would hate the idea of it,” she admitted, looking back at him now, genuinely interested to hear his thoughts and feelings.
“Trust me, it’ll be fun and I would hate the idea of it if you used it instead of me, but it would never happen and I like you being able to give yourself pleasure.” His words were resolute in the knowledge he was right.
She smiled as he yawned. “Go to sleep if you want to.” She was just starting her day but was unlikely to succumb to sleep again so soon.
“I want to watch you.” His voice carried real tenderness.
Raising her hand, Tasha touched his face on the screen making him smile.
“We could lie here together and fall asleep. I will disconnect or whatever it’s called when I get up.”
“Sounds like a definite plan. Night, baby.” His eyes were already closed.
She smiled at his image on screen and thought she couldn’t do this long term. She was desperate to touch him, to feel him, to smell him. With a hard swallow, Tasha climbed into bed and closed her eyes.
It was a couple of hours later when she woke up and was startled to see a sleeping James in front of her, but quickly realised it was the laptop. Her lips curled gently at his image before she stretched over and kissed him before disconnecting.
After a quick shower and breakfast, she returned to the bedroom and started sorting through her wardrobe. Was she really that bored? Maybe, but she also thought the idea of inappropriate clothes Jim was so hung up on may be pushing her to do this. She put her clothes into three piles; keep, throw and unsure. The unsure ones might need Jim’s seal of approval, another use of video calling she decided. Whilst completing the job she’d found her old school uniform and giggled. She would wash and dry it then send it to L.A. for Jim. Maybe she could encourage him to tie her up. With a grin to herself, she abandoned the sorting of clothes having decided another shopping trip was required.
When she first entered the shop she felt slightly uncomfortable, especially when the young, female assistant asked if she needed any help. Could she say she was a vibrator virgin? Was it acceptable to say her boyfriend thought she should use one during their online sex sessions? Possibly not.
Instead, she looked at the clock behind the till and offered an excuse to the assistant. “I’m fine, thanks, but I just need to make a call and then I’ll be back.”
“No problem.” She smiled, as if she was selling Tasha cosmetics rather than sex toys.
She went outside into the mall and found a coffee shop where she took her phone out and text Jim.
Tasha giggled, gaining the attention of a couple sitting at the table next to her as she imagined his deadpan but highly amused tone at the idea of her in a sex shop.
If her earlier laughter had drawn attention from those around her then the sudden choking on her coffee had them giving her their undivided attention. How did anyone even begin to decide on a vibrator for someone else? Clearly with ease if your name was James Maybury.
She returned to the shop where she found the same assistant waiting to help her with her choices. It actually turned out to be less embarrassing than she thought it might be until she left the shop with a huge bag emblazoned with the shop’s name. Everyone would know where she’d been. She reassured herself that the rest of the world was not there to monitor her shopping. Sh
e had returned to her car when her phone pinged, Lizzie.
She smiled. She had been far from a lady that morning and was sure real ladies did not frequent sex shops. Tasha laughed at the image in her mind of Jim’s moods making people cry.
With a frown, she reread the part about Alex and Donny and wondered if Jim was capable of just leaving something alone, apparently not. She did smile to herself as she realised loose lipped Lizzie, for all of her indiscretion might prove to be a very valuable ally, in the nicest way possible in giving her the inside track on who was doing what while she and Jim were forced to be apart.
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