LONG DISTANCE
He’d gone away without making any promises. While I was here being tortured with the memories of how he used to look at me, the way his hands could make me feel, was he in paradise with someone else, who got to have his arms around her? I knew the Internet was unreliable on the island, but I was starting to wonder if that was a convenient excuse.
PING!
I hurried to my phone to check my inbox. It had to be him.
"Don’t forget the wine for Dad on Saturday."
My sister, the most organized person on the planet.
PING!
I went to the phone slowly. I couldn’t bear the disappointment if it wasn’t him. My pulse quickened when I saw his name. I waited a few minutes, savoring the anticipation.
"Day off today. Went snorkeling. Pretty cool fish. Mike says they might need me for another month."
I almost hurled the phone across the room. It had taken him 4 days to reply with that? No answers to my questions, no response to my affectionate outpourings? That was it! I decided. I would wait a week to reply.
I was filled with a furious energy. That week I finally mastered throwing and catching my fire fans. They were going to be a great addition to my belly dance performance at an up coming festival. I couldn’t help myself and sent him a short video.
PING!
Surely that wouldn’t be him replying so quickly? I hated myself for giving in and reading it straight away.
"Hey, that’s great! Well done, babe. You’re going to be a hit. I forgot how sexy you are. I’ll make sure I’m back before then, don’t worry xxoo"
I should have been happy, but I was angrier than ever. How could he just think everything was okay? Men can’t read your minds, they say. You have to tell them if something’s bothering you. But was I just over thinking, and nothing was wrong?
I wanted to punish him further. I would show him what he was missing. I stood with my back to the mirror and posed for a selfie in my new pink satin costume. Crystals glittered on my breasts and hips and the slim fitting skirt moulded around my buttocks.
PING!
Another one so soon? A photo this time, him lying on his bed with his shirt off, his tanned, toned body glowing against the white sheet, his smile lazy and beckoning.
"Dreaming of my dancing girl. X"
We’d always used the capital X in messages when we wanted each other badly. My whole body tingled at the thought of being in that bed with him. I didn’t want to forgive him, but I was thawing fast.
He was a few hours ahead of me. That night I sent him another video clip, taken from behind, slowly dancing with just a sheer skirt low on my hips.
PING!
The response was so fast he must have been waiting.
"Oh baby, what are you doing to me? Turn around, please!!" Not yet, I thought. You can long for me for a change!
It killed me not to respond, but I held out until the next night. This time I held a thin silk veil against my naked body, circled my chest, rolled my stomach up and down, and wove my hips in a figure 8.
PING!
Again it was instant. I had him now!
"You’re killing me! I want you so bad right now. More, I’m begging you!"
I filmed my response: laughing, then holding the veil to my neck and letting go with one hand so that the sides of my breasts and hips were revealed. I circled my hips up and out, wound them around as I turned my back to him. I dropped the veil and held my hips as I moved them up and in.
PING!
I picked up the phone excitedly. I gasped at the photo – him sitting on the bed, the sheet just covering the evidence of his desire.
"Guess what’s under here? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours!"
With my back to the camera I tied the veil around my hips, gyrated slowly around, crossed my hands over my breasts and undulated facing left, then right, then I lifted my hands above my head and gently shimmied so the veil gradually slipped down and fell to the floor.
PING!
I gazed hungrily at his next shot. Oh how I ached to impale myself on him! The pulsing between my legs demanded release. Camera on, I sat back on my pillows and ran my hands over my body, imagining they were his; closing my eyes and smiling dreamily, until my breathing quickened and I writhed and cried out as pleasure radiated through me.
PING!
He replied with a beautiful smile of his own, a contented look in his eyes.
"OMG that was crazy!! I wish I was there to cover you with kisses."
I was on a high the whole of the next day, and sent him a long, gushy message. No reply. I tossed and turned in bed that night, wondering how he could forget about me so quickly. By the morning I hated him again, and wished I’d never been so weak.
PING!
I wouldn’t look yet. Ok, I’d just see if it was him, but not open it. After 10 minutes I couldn’t stand it.
"Hey gorgeous, are you free tonight? X"
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3wqzbi/5_minute_fiction_str8_mf_xpost_long_distance