Naughty conversations with a Redditor on Boxing Day [F]

It’s your typical Boxing Day in Australia, lazing around with the extended family, grazing on leftovers, watching the cricket, trying to stay cool, you know the deal. But this year, I also had you to entertain me. You, the witty, flirty, mysterious, sexy Redditor I had met through r/r4r a few months ago. With the time difference between us, I had just finished lunch while you were settling into bed after an eventful Christmas Day. You were tipsy and very horny tonight, just the way I like you.

“Oh what I would do to you if you were in my bed tonight,” you messaged.

My heart beat quickened immediately upon reading your message. After months of chatting to one another, exchanging plenty of dirty messages, I had developed an almost Pavlovian-type response to seeing a Kik notification from you. Your words just had an effect on me, and I couldn’t explain it, but I knew I liked it.

“Please indulge me,” I replied, “Although if you get me too excited, I might need to find some privacy. Currently surrounded by family…”

Naturally, you took that warning as a challenge. You’ve always loved teasing me whenever I’m in an environment where I shouldn’t really be teased. You take great pleasure in sending me naughty messages whenever I’m at work or on the bus. You love hearing about how much you’re torturing me, how much I’m aching to touch myself and find some relief from whatever you have done to me.

As the cricket continued on in the background, I did my best to appear as though I was still watching the TV, when in reality, I was watching your messages come in. One after the other. Describing in great detail about exactly how you would pleasure me. Where your fingers and tongue would explore. At what point you would finally allow me to cum…

Reading your words had me so turned on. I was dying to touch myself. As I continued reading, I crossed my legs, one over the other, as I often do when I need to find some temporary and discrete sexual release. As I brought your words to life in my mind, I squeezed my thighs together, putting just the smallest amount of pressure in just the right places, but god how I wanted more. How I wanted you.

“Do you want to see what the thought of you has done to me?” you teased, adding a disclaimer: “Ahem… not suitable for viewing around family”.

“Please show me,” I quickly messaged back. I was dying to see you. Enough of this teasing. I rose from the couch and ducked to the privacy of the bathroom to continue our conversation.

As soon as I closed the bathroom door, safely alone, my fingers immediately found their way underneath my dress and between my legs. My pussy was aching to be touched. By you, ideally, but with you some 15,000kms away, my own fingers would have to do for now. I felt the wetness of my lace panties, the warmth radiating from my pussy. Still standing, I started by stroking myself through the fabric, tracing along my pussy lips, as I awaited your next message.

My phone buzzed again. I closed the toilet lid and sat down, and opened your message.

“Look what you do to me,” you wrote, accompanied by a short video. It was a video of you lying in bed, naked from the waist down, stroking your very hard cock. You were so, so hard. With the lighting cast by your bedside lamp, I could also see your precum glistening on its head. How I wanted to taste you. And god, your hands. Your big, strong hands, running up and down your shaft. The hands that I so often fantasised about having all over me, inside me.

As I watched your video on loop, I continued to stroke myself. I pulled my panties to the side and slid two fingers in between my swollen lips. My fingers slid in easily, lubricated by the juices which were basically dripping from me. I tried my best to contain any moans, mindful of my family sitting just in the next room.

I clumsily messaged you back: “I love seeing you. And I love knowing that you’re stroking yourself to the thought of me. I can’t help but touch myself too. Definitely needed some alone time.”

“Good”, you wrote back. And another video appeared. I watched, wide-eyed, as your stroking quickened, your grunts grew louder, and your cum exploded over your stomach.

“You are incredible,” I typed back, one-handed, “I’m not far off myself…”

My other hand continued with deep strokes in and out of my very wet pussy. I closed my eyes and slid a third finger in, and picked up the pace of my movements.

My phone buzzed again. “I want you to cum for me”, you wrote.

Your encouragement was all I needed. As I watched your latest video again, hearing those incredible noises you were making, my fingers worked their way in and out rapidly, bringing myself closer and closer to the edge. As I came, I brought my free hand up to my mouth, muffling the cry that wanted to escape. I left my other hand in place as my pussy pulsed, its walls throbbing around my fingers.

I waited for the pulses, and my breath, to slow down, then got up, washed my hands, straightened my dress and hair, then returned to my unsuspecting family and the cricket, just in time to see Warner get his century.

Merry Christmas, all x

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7m7jhc/naughty_conversations_with_a_redditor_on_boxing