Improvising when you live thousands of miles apart from your friend’s sexy brother. [FM]

I met Jake about seven years ago. His brother and I graduated from college together, and we were fairly good friends. One night, we were all at a house party together. I was introduced to Jake while pouring myself a drink. I remember to this day thinking about how sexy his eyes were upon first glance and how instantly I was attracted to him. We talked frequently that night, but nothing ever came of it. We would only see each other in person again maybe once or twice, as he didn’t live in the city and he moved around the country often for work.

I can’t recall how we initially started texting one another, I’m sure after some exchanging of Facebook posts, comments and eventually messages. But it did turn out that we ended up with one another’s phone numbers and we would text semi-regularly. It was innocent small talk at first, but it didn’t take long for us to reveal how attracted we were to one another – and the sexting started. Sending dirty pictures and messages about the things we wanted to do to one another. It felt almost taboo, knowing that this was one of my best friend’s brothers, and he had no idea that we had this connection.

We fell out of touch between getting in and out of relationships over the past few years. The texting slowed down, the pictures stopped and eventually all communication ended. A few months ago, it was rekindled after we added one another on Snapchat. We’d send a photo or video here or there to one another, but it wasn’t anything special and definitely didn’t carry out previous sexually-charged context. The shared moments were usually just silly things that seemed Snap-worthy. Yesterday was no different, as I posted a video about binge-watching Netflix all day thanks to a brutal hangover from the night before. Not long after, Jake replied to me.

“Wish I could be there,” it simply read. A smile crept across my face at the thought of having him near me for the first time in five years, perhaps even a little longer.

“Likewise. I miss you.” It was a simple reply, but one I figured would make him realize that I did still long for him, even after all this time without so much as a ‘hello’ to one another.

“All I want to do right now is to cuddle up next to you,” he confessed. I kept recalling back to when we communicated more. His body was great as he’s incredibly fit, yet lean. His abs always drove me crazy in the pictures he’d send, as would the V leading down to his cock. I wouldn’t mind being cuddled up to a body like that as I laid on my couch alone instead. I continued to think back to those photos he would send me, and the nights I would lay in bed playing with myself while messaging him. As I reminisced, another message came through. I clicked the screen and it read, “I also still really want to fuck you.” I squeed. My roommate was at work for the day, I could retreat to my room and spend a couple hours sexting with Jake and having fun with myself for old time sake. Sounded like a far better way to spend my day than rewatching Friends for the ten-millionth time.

“How bad do you want me right now?” I replied to him as I jumped into my bed and sprawled out on the comforter. “Show me how bad.”

I had never sexted through Snapchat yet, but I kind of liked the idea of it. He requested we move the conversation to regular texting, but I told him I wanted to keep it here. And make things a little more interesting. We talked about how many pictures we had saved of one another on our phones, and he even explained that he still kept a few of my breasts around because they were great material for when he wanted to get off. Made me feel incredibly sexy to know after all this time he still had them, and used them.

“Let me see those tits,” he demanded. I sat up, sent him a photo of myself unzipping my sweatshirt, already not wearing anything underneath, showing a little bit of cleavage. “More.” I then upped my game, sent a video to him of me unzipping it further, but still not enough to let it fully open. At the end of the video I aimed my phone back at my face. “Now what do I get to see?” I questioned. I was taken aback at the replay and hearing my voice. I had never done anything with him that recorded sound. It was always just text and photos. I became incredibly turned on at the thought of hearing him, him hearing me, being able to communicate with him in this way, the anticipation of waiting for what we were going to send one another, and what we were going to do or say. Why hadn’t I thought of this sooner?

He replied with a video, no sound, of his hand tugging down his shorts, the top of his cock becoming visible. But it cut after just a few seconds. What a tease we were both being to one another. I responded with a video finally letting my breasts out, moving the phone around so he could see them from all angles versus the standard photos he had just received i the past.

“Fuck, I missed those.” he responded via text just before sending me a video of him taking his dick fully out of his shorts. “Did you miss this?” he questioned, his voice was rough and deep. I can’t remember the last time I heard it. I had totally forgotten it but it sounded perfect.

“Talk more, you sound so fucking sexy,” I replied via text.

“I can’t be too loud, I’m not home alone.”

“Who cares if they hear you? I want to hear more.”

“You win,” he answered after a couple minutes, worrying me that he had left me hanging for a moment. “You’re worth it. Please tell me you have some toys I can see you playing with.”

I got incredibly excited to be able to have him see me using my vibrator, to hear me fuck myself with it, my moans, gasps, breaths. I fished it out of the drawer alongside my bed and sent a video me holding it up to my mouth, wrapping my lips around it, grin on my face. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked him.

He replied with a video of him stroking his dick slowly, which turns me on like nothing else. I love seeing a man playing with himself. He spoke, softly, “Play with your clit, let me see it.” I did as I was told, and vibrator in my left hand, phone in my right, hit the record button as I pressed it to my clit, letting out little moans, asking if he liked that and rubbed it down further, my lips wrapping around it. He replied with a shot of his face, grinning, looking so fucking sexy. “I want to bury my face in your pussy.” he stated and hearing him say it so confidently made me want him so bad. He had only gotten hotter in the past five years, scruffy facial hair and those same stabbing eyes I remembered seeing for the first time all those years ago. And they were focused on me. I wanted to give him even more to see.

I replied with an angle from above my head looking down my entire body as I started fucking myself. My breasts heaving as my breath got heavy. Squirming at how good it felt, imagining it was his cock filling me up instead of just a toy. Telling him to talk dirty to me. Tell me what he wanted to do to me. What he wanted me to do to him. The videos were flying back and forth. What would he surprise me with next? What would he say. What would I get to see?

He told me that he wanted me to ride him more than anything, so he could get my tits in his face, so I knelt up on my bed, shot myself from below as if I were there on him, rocking my hips as I I rode my vibrator instead. I sent another video over instantly, of me leaning forward and moving the camera back, my tits hanging for him to see, telling him I want him to bite my nipples. I was getting so into it, feeling so sexy and wanting him so bad. I kept kneeling there, riding my vibrator more as I waited to hear back from him. Wishing more than anything that I could be with him in that moment. Feel his hands on my skin, look down on his face as he looking up longingly at me. He messaged me back, after a replaying each of the videos, telling me he couldn’t control it and that he was going to be cumming soon and that I had better, too. So I laid back down on my back, held my vibrator to my clit, let me body relax and lost all control of it as I got close to making myself cum. I sent him a few more shots of me being close, begging him to cum for me, telling him I was going to come so hard for him. Unfortunately, timing a Snap to perfectly hit when you climax is pretty damn impossible. But I got myself off, soaking my bed sheet after what felt like forever of sexting with him and I did send him one immediately after of my legs shaking, my breath still heavy, telling him how good he made me feel. He, like me, was unable to catch himself cumming, but did snap himself slowly squeezing every last drop out, telling me clean him off with my tongue. We messaged a few more dirty videos to one another, post-orgasm before we moved back to only messaging about how hot that was and how we need to do it again soon.

It was all so surreal, like I was fucking someone who wasn’t there because I still got the sensory experience of hearing him, seeing him. I wished I could touch him. Stroke his cock, take it in my mouth, let it slide inside me. But we’ll be doing that soon enough. He’s planning a visit to come see his brother this summer. And there’s no way we’re not finally going to fuck the hell out of each other. Seven years of build up has been more than enough.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/638cd7/improvising_when_you_live_thousands_of_miles

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