Jay rolled over in bed, light streaking past the blinds and waking him from his sleep. His hand instinctively reached towards his morning wood, half to adjust it in his underwear, half to softly stroke it. He turned his head, his girlfriend still sleeping next to him soundly, the only noise in the room the soft rustling of the bed covers as Jay’s hand moved up and down his cock.
His eyes closed; his mind began to wander. His thoughts returned to where they always did, Calli. Life’s habit of being busy and throwing up roadblocks in his communication with the stunning American he had met online did not stop her being the focus of his fantasies.
He drew the outline of her body in his minds eye, imagining her drawing back her hair from her face, her beautiful eyes dreamily looking back at him. She pouted her lips slightly before breaking into a smile back at him. He could see her perfect breasts, and the soft skin he desperately wished was pressed against his. Jay imagined the feeling of his hand on the small of her back, drawing her close to him, holding her to him like she was his oxygen.