My ex (let’s call him Matt) worked for a company that had a few overseas clients. Because of this, he would occasionally need to get on calls at night because of the time difference.
I was at his place one evening a few months ago. We didn’t really have plans beyond ordering in some food, watching a movie and fucking.
I wrote about Matt in my last story. He’s a former rugby player, about 6’1″ and well built. I’m 5’3″, slender, with a pretty sizeable ass (there are some pics in my profile ?).
We had just started fooling around when his phone buzzed. It was his boss calling. His boss apologized for the late notice but wanted him to join a client call that was starting in a few minutes. After he had hung up the phone, I stood up to leave and hang out in the kitchen while he had his meeting.
He grabbed my wrist roughly and looked at me with a devilish smile, saying “Where do you think you’re going?” I looked at him quizzically and he laughed at my facial expression. “I’ll barely have to talk on this call. I’ll have my video off. So let’s have some fun.”