When Sable appeared on his screen, he could taste her.
Paul was surprised after his corny pickup line, that she was still on board with any of this. She was so sexy when he saw her when he walked into the neighborhood bar. He had just moved there, and she was so sexy he was dumbstruck. And then the bartender handed him a cocktail in her honor because she was leaving the next day which he sipped, and he never ordered cocktails.
What else could he say?!
But she thought it was funny, and he took her home. Her pussy was so sweet, like candy that made your teeth hurt. He could not get enough.
Sable was so greedy between his legs, no one had ever enjoyed him like that before. With some women his balls were ornamental, but not Sable.
He texted her to make sure she landed the next day—anything to get her number. She gave it to him, which let him know she was kind of into it a little more just like he was.
They kept texting, he finally picked up the phone—to talk to her, to hear her voice.
Something more sensual than words.
Next it was this:
He was hard as soon as she appeared on his Face Time screen. Like a peep show, or cam girl. She just wore lacy panties. Her breasts free, he wanted to lick the screen as if he could taste her there.
“Show me,” he said, sitting back with his impressive wood on view erect like a skyscraper looking at her with lidded eyes. “I showed you.”
He told her how hard he was, and she said she could make herself come so hard if she could see him. Her fingers covered the crotch of her panties, and quicker than a blink he saw her pubic hair and the swollen head of her clit. Sable looked at him, put her fingers in her mouth.
“Okay,” she said looking as if into his eyes, and touched herself. He saw her shoulders shake, as she moaned almost inaudibly but he saw her lips buzz and heard her heavy breath. “But you cannot touch yourself until I come.”
Paul was glad he was free, because looking at her if he touched himself he would have exploded. Waiting for her to explode instead and watching her at such close range, he panted like he was fucking himself.
“Paul, can you touch yourself now? I-I need to see your hand on your dick,” she said licking her lips, and looking at him as he grabbed himself.
“Do you want me to—“
“Yeah!”
Touching himself while watching her was explosive. Neither of them looked away from the other’s image on screen.
Today I am writing for the AMAZING Smutathon! We are writers writing smut to support a great cause, please find out more here. And read more smut here!
This is my third story–you can read the first one here and the second one here.
