[F]aceti[m]e Sexy Time

So Thursday marked a year since James and I broke up, and though we’ve mostly moved on from each other, it’s fair to say we miss each others’ bodies and the constant flirting via text and FaceTime a long distance relationship brings. On Tuesday, we were both feeling ridiculously lonely and exceptionally horny, and released it on each other. It started as my Snaps going a little lower than usual, showcasing my tits barely contained by our favorite sports bra, to a shameless mirror selfie in the booty shorts that drove him wild. All this was met by enthusiastic frustration, and revenge was launched in the form of shirtless pics (I still drool over his upper body), then the pants going down a bit, culminating in a faint but definitely present bulge display. Since he had homework to work on and I had frustration to take care of, I figured we were done after a “We shouldn’t be doing this.” I wandered to this lovely sub, expecting to take care of myself and hit the hay.

He had other ideas.

About 15 minutes later after a few snaps confirming that I was shirtless (as I usually sleep) and still awake, I got notified of an incoming FaceTime call from James. Worried something had happened, I answered knowing it was dark in my room and he shouldn’t be able to see anything.

“Goddamnit woman, I was doing homework but you’ve destroyed my focus with those tits.”

How the hell do you respond to that?! I apologized, not meaning it too much, and kind of irritated that he interrupted my masturbation with complaints of a boner and lack of homework focus. He wanted me to keep him up to finish said work, but I wasn’t going to let him stop me from my self-care regimen. While he talked about his assignment, I slowly started working my clit, getting my fingers just wet enough to reduce friction but not enough to sell me out with the sound. I still had brightness on my screen down so he couldn’t see much, but as I got closer I did my absolute best to keep a straight face, not knowing how he’d react to me getting off staring at him and the irresistible face he makes while focusing on something tough. He broke focus once in a while to strike up light, sexual conversation, then would go right back to his work. I maintained conversation the whole time, determined to hold my secret. Keeping my breath as steady as one riding out an orgasm can, I got myself there (bless up for solely clitoral orgasms) in a couple minutes, with James none the wiser.

Feeling bolder from my success and the occasional conversation (centered around the good times we had and what we’d like to go back and do to each other, mostly), I turned up the brightness on my screen for round two. My face and the top of my boobs was now illuminated by the brightness on his end of the phone, and after a few moments of post-orgasmic bliss, I adjusted my position and phone to where he couldn’t see much and went back at it. Keeping my face steady became harder because he kept looking at me (I think I was jiggling the phone enough to catch his eye with the movement), and I still fall for those ice blue eyes and intense gaze. He never said anything signaling that he knew. This one was way better, and I had to cough a few times to keep from morning loud enough to put a porn star to shame. Small backstory, everything we did while together was in his basement, which is separated from his parents’ and sisters’ rooms by a VERY old and thin floor, and many an orgasm moan were covered up by coughing, so he was familiar. This definitely caught his attention, but he didn’t call me out or otherwise hint that he knew anything.

The rest of our call got much sexier as I got bolder with flashing cleavage when I thought he wasn’t paying attention, to going off screen and putting a shirt on, then back on screen and stripping with my back to him when he complained about my coverage. And lots and lots of hypothetical “what would you most want to do if we were together/if given the opportunity would you…/what’s your biggest fantasy/have you thought about me in a sexual way lately” questions and conversations. By the end, we were both ridiculously frustrated with ourselves and with each other, and concluded that if it weren’t for being separated by 9 hours, we’d be fucking like bunnies ASAP.

Sorry for any weird formatting or if you don’t like the story or style. I’m very open to questions and feedback! I have many untold stories if y’all are interested. Thanks for reading ?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ax33cb/facetime_sexy_time